Best Pallbearers Poems

Sat in his chair, the tv still on
He’s not changed the channel for so very long
The message on screen says a shut down’s ensuing
But press...

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Summer’s Fall


Slow bleeding trees stand,
pallbearers to a failing Summer’s
last warm, moist breath.
Cold moon casts shadows into
early darkness, on flowers shivering
in chilling soil.  Thus does...

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Off to Nain, Jesus, his disciples and the crowd.
See the gate! Approach the fate of Nain.

Coming out of the gate, a widow, and a crowd.
Her...

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'Round about eight o'clock each evening the massive iron gates are closed.
The moon's mellow glow shines upon spectral scenes that are now exposed!
Phantoms that by...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land...

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The church of Saint Ann is by the river
Fifty sad mourners standing at its gate
A cold December chill made them shiver
Ice on the roads caused...

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I would like my funeral now, before I die.
Pallbearers unnecessary, but I would like a blue sky.
I will bring the food, the people, and I...

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“I feel my life so empty. It is preferable to fill a tomb to being doomed to live out a life that is empty” ~...

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The end of a life
And the last of a line 
None there to mourn her
But the priest and the pallbearers
(and the crows in the trees)
No...

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First person shooter,
on a hate tour of duty,
swinging a bullet sling blade
Buying a death row ticket,
worth fifteen minutes of fame
First person murder shooter;
womb-to-the-cradle-to-the-grave robber,
using your...

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The old kings are about to lose their crown,
young upstarts are about to swat them out of the way
Father time has knocked another aging champ...

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Just the vicar
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I’m famous but they’ll never know me 
I will never publish my poetry 
and risk public violence against my honesty
Though fame was always my destiny...

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Thank you for walking with me
Through the rugged, ridged road.

Thank you for holding my hand
When I thought I had to walk alone.

Thank you for your...

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