Not for the first time
he dreams these flying dreams.
He senses wings
under broad scapular bones.
Waves of a latent energy
undulate across his back,
the world below him
is buoyant, his flight effortless.
That night his body
seemed to open osseous doors
as if his present form
were a burial chamber.
What came forth
what came out of him
was hard to see
for it was resurrected
as a wing for the sky.
Categories:
burial chamber, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He remembers flying
over a world
where starlight and sound
are filtered through
silver webs.
Not for the first time
he thinks of these flying dreams.
He believes he feels wings
under his broad scapular bones,
wet folded wings
unable yet to test the heavy air.
He ponders upon this
as ripples of latent energy
undulate across his back,
wonders if his body is a chrysalis
waiting to hatch into another reality -
a world buoyant enough
to turn all of his bones
into flights of star-dust.
That night his back
opened osseus doors
as if it were a burial chamber,
and what came forth
was hard to see
even by starlight’s
silvery webs.
Categories:
burial chamber, poetry,
Form: Free verse
THE MAUSOLEUM OF ALL
Africa is the burial chamber of many,
Millions of men and women rested in peace,
The deepest hole full of important bones,
The bones of *****sapiens are in the graves.
It is the cradle of humankind.
Africa the sepulcher of our ancestors,
“Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela, Emery Patrice
Lumumba, Julius Kambarage Mwalimu Nyerere,
Jomo Kenyatta, Kwame Nkrumah, Samora
Moises Mashel, and Prince Louis Rwagasore.”
Africa! The black coffin for all dies in Africa.
Africa the mausoleum of humanity,
I wish to be buried in Africa only,
The angels are walking free in Africa,
The guardians are guarding the graveyards
Day and night.
Africa! My last resting place, your burial place,
Our burial chamber
The last resting place of many kings:
“Shaka Zulu, Haile Sellasie, pharaohs, Samore
Toure, Mswati II, Tenkamenin, Mansa Musa,
Sundiata Keita, Oba Ewuare, Sonni Ali, Osei
Kofi Tutu, Sumanguru kante, Ngongo lutete,
And Ezana Axum.”
Africa! The mausoleum of many messenger-
Prophets:
“Isaiah Mloyiswa Mdliwamafa Shembe, Simon
Kimbangu, and Jean Mwambi Mulaya Kadima.”
You are our grave, oh Africa.
All will pass there.
By Alfonso II Warally. Chris
Categories:
burial chamber, grandparents, grave, hero, memory,
Form: Free verse
My weary soul returns to mourn in Appalachia,
A place were Sam built well my burial chamber.
Now, drunken slumber translates my long held grief,
And no boundless peace gives me relief.
Sorrow begets tears.
Can life name now one man
To grieve when love dissolves?
Oh, but when time comes for you like a thief,
Take heed you don’t spit in the wind,
Or else an Ireland kin may forget their kindness.
Fools tool barstool drools in parodies of old-school:
A glass full of lost love
And Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain,
Diminished to zero, this nothingness burns.
Accomplish the end: stop now, finish and be done!
The moon rises in sorrow crossing the night,
Not happy her eyes must behold my tragedy.
Always running on empty; only a reflection of light,
The shadows of Luna woo me, as a mournful dove-
Shaping and re-shaping.
Categories:
burial chamber, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse