Best Procession Poems

See the pollens and spores
from flowers and weeds
and all manner of life
sparkle on a stray breeze
in the late afternoon
sunlight.
Know that the dust in your house
is mostly you and your spouse
and what ever children are
still hanging around,
and that thousands  of creatures
call that dust
home.
Hear that scientists...

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See the procession. Yonder they come'
None plays a flute- no one beats a drum.
Just a small rag-tagged group of a dozen or so.
Who, for three years, have preached wherever they go.

They know this ministry will soon draw to a close.
What door God opens next, He...

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There goes a lonely soul in a coffin 
carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace  

a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up
the brass band follows: 

the trumpet vomits blood from its shredded heart,
one step forwards leaning to left
the trombone steps backward heaving...

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fog's fingertips creep
moon silently cackles, grins...
soft glow on blackness

twisted trees moan, creak
pumpkins' wrinkles choke, dig deep...
lit up distortions

shuffling, shifting steps
spirited procession, screams...
smiles flash, trick or treat!  





*** Sept. 9 2010
for Linda-Marie's Halloween haiku contest :)...

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Stately,slender trees-
Procession towards heaven
From the woods uphill...

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The Funeral Procession


By Elton Camp


The town’s richest old miser finally died
So only a few cars went on the final ride


Out to the cemetery to see him put away
Where he would stay until judgment day


A man on the sidewalk removed his hat
It was nice to see...

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(a saeta is a brief, improvised
gypsy song, associated with
the high emotion of the
Holy Week processions)

Once a year 
O Santiago 
we gather here 
for this farrago. 

Our sandals wear 
the same old track - 
once round the square, 
then shuffle back. 

With sinners' cones 
on every...

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This is the closest that I have ever been to  a funeral for more than forty years, a young boy just eighteen was shot dead for stealing
I sat quietly on the school veranda and watch the hearse drive into the yard and parked on...

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April's scratchy rain
drives daffodils ornate glow
garden temple bliss

spiked blooms of proud gold
sweet charm of composed spires
in sunlight leisure

drift to awareness
canopy of yellow buds
that come up for air








Composed: April 20, 2021...

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All in a dream 
A procession
A walking past 

A feeling of their acceptance
All ages seen but mainly a happy old 
Another strange dream best left untold

Some faces I recognise there
Seen with a smile a wave old Granddad
So my lovely Grandma the paternal side

There look are...

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Life is a procession of days,
They fly past us,
With acute precision,
They keep us with a vision,
Times  are floating by,
We live in days,
At times happy,
At times sorrowful,
And at times dull,
Yet our count on earth,
Continues to evaporate,
The doctor comes,
The priest comes,
Our lives and our times vanish....

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The thoughts they come, the thoughts they go.
I’m sitting like a bum trying to make things flow.
But I can’t seem to think quite clearly enough,
my thoughts, like a candle, just keep getting snuffed.
I know for these thoughts it just isn’t fair,
and I know for myself...

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An Image of the Traffic in Kolkata                                      
“Be...

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His participation won't be needed
But he has this fact not heeded:
To their church his father's lands ceded
And church-building time had them weeded.

It is in real mystery shrouded;
When the issue was raised halls crowded.
"Here men have ascended God's Heaven,
One with six plots he soon made seven
Joel...

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The funeral procession 
Moved in silence
Through the empty lane;
Otherwise,
A busier street of,
Puddles during rain,
And those buzzing horns off,
On all by-lanes,
Gave no goosebumps,
As always.
	
The sumptuous ride,
of the fabulous virus,
Created fear amongst the masses.
The funeral of my friend too 
Laid off in silence.
Only a handful loved ones
Could...

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