Best Sepulchered Poems

I ride by it 'most every day- the ghost
	that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
		with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
			and pillared, wrap-around, fine...

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Sepulchered Memories

The thoughts I wish not to recall
For reasons why I loathe the past
My dreams and themes I must forget
For they will alter future traits
The...

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My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at...

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Love-bonding moments midst fortifying faith-triumphs
     Etched in my heart’s veins…
Warm fellowships midst tear-filled mirth
     Distinctly carved within...

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I roam through this pathway of life's gravesite
The air is calm upon the rubblestone,
Where buried reveries no longer stray
For those who left a tired, embattled...

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I have so many buried memories,
        oh, beloved sepulchered recollections;
      and there is...

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Sepulchered Memories

In an hour of my life, I have deemed what is appropriate.
I chose my remnants not bounded by earth presence, for
the shiny box that...

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After many cold winters, they met again, 
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came...

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When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask

From her sepulchre she sent her calls
or was it from my darkest midnight walls.
Yet in those calls, mixed...

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Atop old Penistone 

From bumpy stony track to peak the summit
No ledges, drops from which to plummet
A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather 
Loyal and...

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Land of Graves

A land of graves makes for quiet neighbors.  
He who blessed or cursed extant thereupon remains 
Shall suffer little disturbance at the...

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For a daring young hiker, Ellen Cole,
sudden downfall of rain blocked clear light
and a small cave became her warm, dry hole.

For months to come, no...

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When I pass by her courtyard
And the crypt where she lies, 
Strange as it may sound to you
I hear her muffled cries.

I know for her...

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When would you say it is 
enough ?

No more, any morsel !
Take away my bowl from here to there. 

When would you say ?
The collective...

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She sits by the window for her morning crossword
Coffee cup in hand struggling to find a buzzword
The fresh air carries melodies so pleasantly heard
Yet still...

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