Brother Death Poems

Angola Silence

Angola Silence  (Renku)


In a silent mood
Await the pure white horses
To draw the carriage 

Someday comes my turn
Laid amidst the other graves
Angola will reign 

Carry a brother 
Dispense final dignity
In this place of pain 

Full Glass

You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a

our heros went to war

our heroes went to war
also know what there fighting for, 
to give there life's to keep us safe
to fight along to save human race.
in our hearts we remember you
know one knows what they really went through, 
to stand and fight and brother in arms, 
to pray to god as know its bad, 
remember the day

Feather

all you ever needed was to be felt seen.
you hid yourself from this nasty world,
you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly.
my best friend don’t be afraid,
you carried me into this world when i was made,
our roles changes and i layed you down to leave this land.
you have been blessed with the

A Twin in Heaven

”A Twin in Heaven” 

Exactly 12 days short
of two weeks, and 
thoughts of losing
you fails to escape me.

Debating if perhaps-
all the while,
a test solely for me?!

A test-
proving if my strength
can not emerge
to weak?!

A test-
to leave behind
the visual effects
of your flesh that night
in hopes it no longer 
torments me?!

Or…

A test-
to see who’s reaching
the Pearly Gates first…
you

The Ballad of the Pancake Brothers

two brothers hailed from the old country
from Donnybrook 
one more like an engineer
the other like a cook
they specialized in pancakes
the best, you can't deny 
Sean made them taste like heaven
Finn stacked them high

supplies came from all around
in wagons and in trucks
Sean whipped up the batter
and ol' Finn he constructs
with eggs from every chicken
and milk from

John Audelay translations by Michael R Burch

John Audelay translations by Michael R. Burch. John Audelay was a medieval English poet who died circa 1426.

Dread of Death (excerpts)
by John Audelay
translation by Michael R. Burch

Lady, help! Jesu, mercy!
Timor mortis conturbat me. [The fear of death dismays me.]

Dread of death, sorrow for sin,
Trouble my heart, full grievously:
My soul wars with my lust then.
Passio Christi

Jacob

In quiet nights I feel the space
Where laughter danced now leaves a trace.

Your smile a light that used to shine
A bond so strong forever mine.


Though time has passed and you are gone
In every heart your spirit’s drawn.

I search for you in whispered sighs
In dreams that weave through starry skies.


You may not share my blood or

My Brother

A picture hung upon the parlour wall
Of a brother I'd never met at all
Tony was the eldest child in the nest
Loved, cherished, by parents truly blessed.

Sadly Tony had lived for just four years
His passing left enormous grief and tears
Though I'm one of five sisters, ever dear
How I wish that my brother was still here.

We’d visit

To My Late Brother

To my late brother,
your suicide ripped my heart
from its moorings.
Our baby boy of the 1960's,
you must of been so lonely,
selling your cabin on
the wooded acres with a brook
behind it.
Leaving your home state to join
a woman who dismissed you.
The romantic rejection you suffered
would of passed.
Your blue eyes could of smiled again.
Goodbye quiet one,
ashes for the earth

Dia De Los Muertos

I come to see you in this gray place.
The place between awake and asleep,
The void between life and death,
I come to see you in this place.

In a few short months the veil will lift.
The gray will be replaced with color and life.
We will be able to visit one another.
I will be waiting for you here.

In

Vanishing

I wish most would
what a beautiful world 
we would have

still
I want one back

the poet

Final place

They asked me to carry you to your final place,
I said I’d be honoured with a smile on my face. 
But now the times here and I’m in the line,
I’m fighting to breathe brother, I’m not doing fine.
The tears in my eyes make things all a haze, I look to my mam she can tell

I miss

NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta: 
5-7-5
Nikatauta: 
5-7-5
Sedokada: 
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
   The Passed                         My Past

my siblings called me 
the walking problem maker

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4

Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief,
and have thus abandoned the learned virgins;
nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise,
partake of the Muses' mete fruit;
for lately the Lethaean flood laves my brother's
death-pale foot with its dark waves,
where, beyond mortal sight, ghostly Ilium 
disgorges souls beneath

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