Best Mortuary Poems

When I lay in the mortuary, 
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary, 
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t...

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Be not sad,
Be joyful and glad
Listen to Tchaikovsky not Mahler
Throw a party
Laugh and eat hearty
At the Happy Smily Funeral Parlor....

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The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal 
existence

Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the 
air

Hisses from the mouths of 
lovers
Warmth in the cold
From hugs
Clitterings in the air...

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Mortuary is a place full of hope
They pray for an opportunity
That one day they go there
To live forever quiet peace
In freedom from noisy men
And troubling world of the living
Its heaven for the dead
Praying to the Almighty
Not to vacate it at all
For dangerous lonely hole
That knows...

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A Guesthouse
For space citizens
Before take-off...

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There is no one else to blame
	for how my life has turned out, but me.
I could change and be like everyone else
	only seeking the pleasure of the moment;
But I’ve found little comfort in it,
And the pain of loneliness soon returns.

So, I should be proud of...

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Can’t a rich corpse remain in a fridge
While the bereaved have gaps to still bridge?
The outrage that descends on faces
Varies with minds, background and races,
Deferment of interment a choice;
On the subject it can’t be one voice...

God had carried it out with Moses:
St. Jude Verse 9...

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A VISIT TO THE MORTUARY
Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi

Sleeping on the slab
Surrounded by kith and kin
In a conference of blab
No thought of sin
All opinions in the bin
Naked like a newborn 
Helpless like a lost chick
No thought about the morrow 
Dreams and aspirations long forgotten 
Intoxicated by silence...

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I cannot find The Excellent 
In what is Largely Repellent:
If one swam a cold river, 
One was liable to shiver…

I won`t heed Lord`s Minister, 
Who dwells on The Sinister:
Often about Mortuary 
Rather than Clean Sanctuary: 
Neglected Nude Sinner`s Corpse 
Which on trodden bare floor drops!

Your...

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He gets up from the death bed
A dream or madness? My thoughts wander
A worrying chill runs down my spine
I throw up hard, then blindly faint

The air grows thick, my vision blurs
Shadows whisper, I hear their distress calls
Silent scares echo through the mortuary hall
My spirit then...

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Our morticians are thanking their god
For a year where they all earned a wad
Though some were burnt
Many more weren't
Still, their best work lies under the sod!...

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Till tomorrow a nasty style
Nigerians stretch a bold mile:
Sermons which begin with obituary 
And proceed to The Mortuary…
 
The Waiting Choice of Deaconess Emmanuela 
Seeking and discovering The Best Umbrella 
For mandating sinners’ fastest repentance 
Of deeds that might no more clinch penance. 

Also, of...

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There has never been a southpaw, 
Who has the crushing show made poor; 
Each in the ring a carnivore, 
His left hook, his wasting death jaw, 
Your swollen eyes already a law 
Before the last bout on the floor. 

A lateral body positioning 
That The...

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Days, months and years to all are special,
Because the rate of occurrences are spatial,
A deliberate art of super human,
To propel celebration of event and man,
Even those that are tragically comic.

We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops,
Centurys' first day is sold in a rare...

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