Best Morticians Poems
Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway
My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed
Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why
Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind
Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness
Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose themes
I am one with death and her piano keys
I sit as the keys fall to the floor
Sadness absorbed by the empty walls
I am one
With no one
No tunes
No cartoons
Rain and depression strangle my heart
Nothing left at all to give
Wrinkled
Withered
Despair in the king’s castle
Counting gold
One
Bloated and floated
Black liver dancing in the sea
Shouting his oneness
Return
Come back
Touch ne
Humanity
Oneness
Categories:
morticians, abuse, addiction, celebrity, corruption,
Form:
Light Verse
Gone are the demons, gone are the gangs
No more mafia in their ranks.
Gone are the criminals, don't need police.
Don't need lawyers, those reformed make peace.
Money is extinct, no more bankers or casinos.
No more insurance or debts.
All illnesses healed, no more pain
No more hospitals, no more patients.
No more death, no more funerals
No more hearses, no more morticians.
No more war, no more weapons
No more armies, no more casualties.
No more ****, no more trafficking
No more dealers, no more slaves.
No more pollution, no more drought.
No more poverty, no more poor.
No more fear, no more hate,
No more heartaches, no more evil.
Love all around!
When the Prince of Peace rules the earth.
April 2, 2016
Based on Revelation 21:3-5
Categories:
morticians, bible, hope,
Form:
Free verse
A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?
* People without an income nor
health insurance die at home or in the
street, not in hospitals!
Categories:
morticians, death, health,
Form:
Limerick
Nobody looks closely
At corpses in a funeral.
You usually just see
Their faces and hands.
Who checks the bodies?
Of course it’s assumed
The bodies are all there.
They are rarely exhumed?
During the embalmings,
How much gets consumed?
Some parts are for science,
Or given as replacement organs.
Maybe out of defiance
To laws and mores, parts are
Eaten by one without conscience.
If I were to voice my suspicions,
I’d ask who handles corpses,
Using which institutions?
Mortuary workers look well-fed…
Are they cannibal morticians?
10 Sep 2015
Categories:
morticians, body, death, halloween, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
( Hum to the tune of "Get me to the Church on time!"
The old guy's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine!
That's what he gets for perving!
Get him to the morgue on time!
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine,
Both the coffins are ready,
The undertakers are steady,
Extra large for the fat groom and bride.
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine,
The bride is wearing her thongy,
His sons are bringing their bongies,
Get him to the morgue on time.
The old man's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, wedding hearse does shine,
The mob are bringing marijuana pesto,
The transvestites are saying hello,
They can be mothers of the bride.
The old man's marrying a fat virgin,
Yes, that's what you get for a'pervin,
The morticians are all ready,
The coffins are standing steady,
Get him to the morgue on time!
Categories:
morticians, farewell, funeral, grandfather, nonsense,
Form:
Ghazal
It is the PROMISE OF NEW KINGSHIP. THE END OF FIGHT 'Til an unending bloody finish.
The BEGINNING OF THE MIGHTY QUEST TO END THE MYSTERY OF DEATH. UNLIKE ANY OTHER QUEST. I HAVE VISIONS OF HAPPENSTANCE IN MY HEAD OF MY OWN DEMISE. THIS OMEN TUGS AT MY CLOAK TELLING ME I AM NOT YET DEAD.
I HAVE OVER HEARD TWO WOMEN DISCUSS DEATH as a little more than an irritation. Maybe their age influenced their views on death. They were young and spry. It is IMPERATIVE THAT WE PENETRATE THE WORLD OF SUCH PEOPLE TO INFORM THEM THAT DEATH WILL COME AND DEATH IS REAL
NOW we have MORTICIANS THAT CAN TELL TALES ABOUT PEOPLE WHO CAME BACK FROM BEING DEAD OR PEOPLE WHO CAUGHT THEIR MORTALITY IN THEIR SLEEP. EVEN SMALL BABIES FOUND DEAD IN THEIR CRIBS, THEN BURIED DEEP. DEATH IS NOT AT ALL WHAT WE PERCEIVE. DEATH IS THE BIGGEST SECRET BURIED IN LIFE.
THIS WE MUST NOT CONCEAL. WE SHOULD REVEAL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN DEATH IS REAL.
Categories:
morticians, dark, death,
Form:
Narrative
One thing said about politicians
They can gather money like morticians
Who bring dead for burial
That go to meet Gabriel
While politicians greet contributions
Categories:
morticians, funeral, funny, imagination, life,
Form:
Limerick
Appeared to be a normal day,
At our University of the Third Age,
Grannies and Grandads writing epic lit.,
Forgot our hearing aids and blankets....
We walked away from our class,
Drank our coffees on the grass,
One old moll began this thing,
We cast off inhibitions and wedding rings,
Decided to have a grey love-in,
One last winter's love fling,
Before hearses the morticians bring,
We were all senile, obese and ga-ga,
The grey scrawny pubes made us ha-ha,
We gave the grandpas some thrills,
We all forgot our cardiac pills,
The old boys were gasping for breath,
Moribundi, close to death......
So, appeared to be a normal day,
On the grass, after class, at U3A,
Love-in amongst the greys,
It was grey liberation day!!!!!
Categories:
morticians, grandparents, love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
~~Can You Feel It~~
The rainbowed bubbles of hope in the air?
God's hands cupping the earth during
these days of a great scare?
It's time to realize that peanut brained scientists
and deceptive politicians,
Need a date soon with great-famed morticians!
Time to get your groove back, poets dear.
Your morning prayer include you promising to God,
you have had enough and give Him all your fears.
It's perfectly fine to bend your knee in the humblest
of a genuflection.
And realize we truly live in a world headed for peace
and perfection!
Good signs, dear poets, are seen everywhere!
But it's up to you to acknowledge the reality of them
actually being there!
Now, get out of the darkness and your hibernation.
It's up to each of us, to be freed from-madness~
sttart living yout life in full satisfaction!
4/22/2023
Categories:
morticians, encouraging, hope,
Form:
Couplet
I know not when we shall shake hands again
Or hold in warm embrace for the sheer joy
Of each sunrise and moonlight
For the plague and news of frightful deaths
In faraway lands
Have erected monuments of fear in our hearts
This scourge knows not the old or one with gold
It has made unsure the prophesies of seers
Who did not foretell its emergence from the East
Though bearers of the Rod of Asclepius have
Responded with their art
Each day is made uncertain
With sirens announcing the next patient for isolation
And the morticians awaiting the next carcass
Of the mighty and the lowly levelled by the plague
The king’s men and town criers have told of
The enormous chains at city gates
They have forbidden us to act as free men
But a woeful lot propelled by raw ignorance
Have defied the king’s edict and
Like stray goats tempting a rustler
They dare the plague to come nigh
Our store houses have grown lean
And Like a century ago
None from this can flee except
God shows mercy
Categories:
morticians, anxiety, bereavement, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Twelve accusers hoping
Eleven charges pending
Ten summoners summoning
Nine lawyers proselytizing
Eight defendants screaming
Seven protesters protesting
Six reporters reporting
Five ambulances on call.
Four morticians digging
Three activists sitting
Two clergymen preaching
One hangman salivating
And zero politicians waking
from their dreams.
Categories:
morticians, christmas, corruption, death, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company)...
wont get a red cent from me
(explained by following words you see)
No...not until the
bitter cold temperature,
sans iron maiden
(Polar Vortex) grips
Southeastern Montgomery County
(Perkiomen Valley) Pennsylvania
will this foo fighting
goo goo doll, beastie boy - hips
stir survivalist
wannabe contemplate
cracking on the heat,
no matter mine lips
might turn me, and
false teeth chatter
(even after taking them
out of my mouth)
as the mercury dips
way below degrees
(Centigrade, Fahrenheit,
or Kelvin) oh Lord
will passing thought eclipse
penumbra of mine
cerebral cortex reckon eyes,
the benefits to future
cryogenicists voluntarily becoming
(a frozen human
Guinea Pig) realize
zing molecular biochemical
behavior practically
comes to a stand
still, I surmise,
which cessation of
ordinary senescence buys
time until some
future age, when scientists
long since didst devise
strategies to approach immortality,
(viz keeping "live" body
electric factory completely
preserved), and get wise
to hidden secret to exorcize
death be not
proud, thus putting
funeral parlors out of business,
which astute morticians who espies
the future, and how
the quaint practice,
asper burial plots
(oh...so yesteryear),
and dramatically dies
down quickly giving rise
to the burgeoning enterprise
re: bajillion dollar franchise,
where death cab for cutie
offers booby prize
a coffin (grateful dead set)
"feign" to eulogize.
Categories:
morticians, adventure, death, fate, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
morticians
what do they talk about
at lunch
Categories:
morticians, humorous,
Form:
Haiku
No-one can deny that excess deaths are now occurring
I don't know what it will take for some to do the research!
To see the evidence presented by experts, doctors, nurses,
Morticians, witnesses, oncologists, cardiologists, etc.
Denial will not help humanity or anyone you care about
Crimes against humanity are happening as we speak
The earth is shaking from injustice, people dying suddenly
My heart breaks for those suffering and those deceived
I have witnessed this happen and I will never be silenced !
It is brutal worrying about people we love and cherish
It is treacherous watching healthy children and athletes killed
I cannot hold back on this topic anymore, haunting as it is
I refuse to ignore evidence that is found all around us
I cry, I hurt, I pray as I watch our world changed forever
For those who are offended by what I say, I am sorry
My conscience is more important
Heidi Sands
1/23/23
Categories:
morticians, america, angst, corruption, death,
Form:
Free verse
The dictionary contains many words,
Words ill never use, and others will abuse,
In wavering forms
especially political politicians as morticians.
The mind is consumed by thoughts
Some thoughts we will never share
Not many really care
What fooled owl would hoot
Now that's truly foul!
Life is life,
I smirk at a world play
And play in the muck and plucked dishonor
But life is life in wavering forms
We could conform, but that's no fun,
We could run, but no cowards built a country
Without the price of blood and bones,
Block and stones, where will my bones go?
Bells that toll, things that roll are not square, buried bodies,
that is not fair!
Too young, too old
Bold and brazen
Hands built monuments
of ever standing moments
And life is still life in wavering forms.
Yes!
Oh life living and breathing
Won't you be my wife, my life?
These eyes, these feet, Might complete, but I am in wavering forms,
A constant creation of genetics.
My days,
Oh days, upon The death of the world,
Every sacrifice will make sense,
Its self defense thinking, in wavering forms.
My Life,
Won't you be my wife, my life?
In gardens, and with thorns,
With spirit, and heart,
The wavering forms
Come to a stand still.
Categories:
morticians, lifelife, life,
Form: