Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest, Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand
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hands aegis
sculpting lullabies
cradling
warmed by
candlelight - wax
flesh
muscle
breath
zephyr
exhales
inaudible eulogies
exuding oxidation
of
turpentine
nectar
of
ebony &
onyx
varnishes in
liniment
to coddiwomple
fingers &
dactyls
tracking
ectoblastic
layers
labyrinth puddles
yen's fuel trigger
perspiring
bruised blooms
quivered reverberations
declining
blossom
obscured in
sunken strands
of
sprouts
&
burial site
effigy melting
Inside
silk gloves
Categories:
burial site, analogy, courage,
Form: Other
Mom, Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........
Categories:
burial site, i miss you, mom,
Form: Free verse
petrichor sillage
lustmord miasma iron cloy
a clot of steel to sever
scarlet necklace gargle silence
cell phone text ‘she is gone, hurry’
metal carriage in driveway
front door opens, beloved eyes close
cafuné at the burial site
saudade lace iktsuarpok
without you — hiraeth
shower of concrete
sixteen feet deep will silence you
now your screams are —
bubbles with pleas
well, when you run out of air
be awhile with the tunnel snake vomiting
water is slow trickle
drown in my misery
laying beside the maggot who broke us apart
golden silence
we make eye contact
I almost save you but on the way…
komorebi ray on the faucet
both our eyebrows raised
full crank
this was
all on camera
question is your honor
wouldn’t you do the same—?
the lord wanted it done
I did what God wanted me to do
the footage shows that as truth
so your honor
are we through here—?
free to go?
court finds the defendant—
Categories:
burial site, dark,
Form: Free verse
A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.
Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan style;
Counterfeit is the profile sporting thrill of knavish devise,
Proffering affectionate gile, spinning webs of disguise.
Empowering hypnotism of an alluring, charming face,
Weaving traps of fanciful tales his adventures chase,
Mesmerizing them; seeking the disheartened as prey,
Bestowing faux lexicons of praise, that brazenly betray.
Broken pledges and vows, now bawl from his burial site,
Deep within remorseful soul, churning anguished fright,
Awakening graveyard of victims in nightmarish night,
Burning effigies of dreams destroyed, feelings contrite.
Be on guard for imposters vying lure of sensual glance,
Beware of tenders, beckoning love, enticing romance,
Beware of mountebank, a swindler~ thievery is his art;
Dedicated lifelong, to mission of stealing innocent heart.
Categories:
burial site, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
In the remote landscapes
stand cold monolithic monuments,
one, the Neolithic Stonehenge,
the British cultural icon,
and the other, Georgia Guidestones,
the American Stonehenge.
The stone slabs roughly cut
and astronomically aligned,
are set in geometric pattern,
shrouded in mystery,
wrapped in controversy,
incite interest and curiosity.
The Stonehenge marks the burial site
or prehistoric religious healing place,
erected as the conceptual symbol
of peace and unity.
The Georgia Guidestones are possible guide
to the age of reason,
depicting the concept to rebuild
devastated civilization after apocalypse.
The builders of these enigmatic structures
are hidden in the realm of anonymity,
yet visible in their work of art
their concern for the humanity.
November 27, 2021
Contest : Georgehenge Stone Cold Minds Reflect
Sponsor : Joe Maverick
Categories:
burial site, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Came our love with an expiry date,
Sooner that knocked the door, not so late.
None of us wantonly wished to break,
But teenage love in time rusts to shake.
Nor a knot to break off does get tied,
Time tends to loosen, wanes as each tide.
The twosome on walking together
Awhile found out: our paths did differ,
Whence was warmth there showed up when a wart—
A sad tale— no ‘till death do us part’.
To be wise being no easy task,
What then is the way out? We did ask.
No use cleaning up time’s dusty bed,
Nor even copious tears to shed,
And like a record stuck in a groove,
We both mumbled not to fall in love.
But resolve it was of burial site
That lasted but for a moment’s blight,
And much like that record stuck in groove,
Nudged a bit, onward both lives did move.
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Satire with a tongue-in-cheek |12.12.2020| humour
Topic: love, relationship
Categories:
burial site, humor, love, relationship, satire,
Form: Couplet
The Isrealites
Is it better to run or to fight, I hope to find out from the ancient Isrealite.
They hid in deserts, they hid in the mountains
They found peace and well-being, able to satisfy their survival need
Which seemed to appear from nowhere into fountains
of prosperity without greed
They hid from oppression, they remain for many years apart from civilization,
Only to build their nation own from the nothingness from the landcape they remained to uphold;
spreading the lords calling as their leader was told
what made a seemingly simple people, feel so bold.
They fought many battles for riches and lands;
How were they able to wipe the blood off their hands?
Is it truly better to run then fight; what makes a community better than another?
To leave the village as a massacre burial site.
Many ways we are different but physically are we the same?
We all use tears and laughter to take away the pain
As Brothers and Sisters is it possible to lock hands in peace
Well in hope, there still remains hope, at the very least....
Categories:
burial site, angst, christian, conflict, jewish,
Form: I do not know?
Start
Enclosed in a glass casket
Cuddled in a flower-decked basket
She lay serene as ever
No sign of her past fervor
Resting in her last abode
Before the journey by road
To her final burial site
For performing the last rite
Dignitaries came to pay their last respect
Placed a wreath, sad and circumspect
Consoled the members who were dear
To reduce their sorrow and repress a tear
She ruled the state for over a decade
Hailed as the Iron lady, never swayed
Adored by the masses, especially poor
She was the mother to all and a doer
Millions of mourners thronged the street
Wishing she was alive for them to meet
Sea of humanity surged in a melancholy state
Thumping their chests and lamenting their fate
Alas! She can’t hear their mourning cries
It’s a feeling no one can ever reprise
Slowly the coffin was lowered into the grave
The sea responded with a mighty wave.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Categories:
burial site, death,
Form: Rhyme
A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and white,
Mingle when Love leans to vouch,
Whirling around the burial site:
“Wave slowly, I see, I like, I take,
Your lips are cherries, your heart
Like the soft and most sweet cake,
I will feast and if my lips demand,
I will take my bow and with my art,
Take food from your soft hand.“
Categories:
burial site, angel, food, love,
Form: Sonnet
Midnight
The sound of rain hitting the roof on a very dark night
The mystical feeling you get when alone gazing at the stars so bright
The smell of the mist rising glowing trapped by the street lamp light
The howl of the dog in the far distance as a cat meows in fright
The silence of the street as everyone is asleep as now its midnight
The owls and bats fly around near the barn close to a burial site
The tombstones are but markers on green velvet grass to show last rite
The black branches spike the sky like hands reaching to feel the winds bite
The road is long and leads nowhere but the forest where strange creatures fight
The sheep start bleating and the noise brings unrest as wolves teeth shine razor white
The farmer turns on the porch light but sees nothing as it was just the barn door shutting tight.
Categories:
burial site, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
A burial site, with coffin lay
the flag does cover flat,
the Honor Guard, in crisp array
will lift and fold ~ first snap!
The years of struggle now beneath
with courage so compact,
a solemn moment in bequeath
contention wavers placid.
Ah, fold the corners so complete
your elbows, measure ~ pat
you'll hand it to the honor seats
from arms to breast ~ they'll mat!
We know War was a major feat,
we shared the absenced fact
a loved one, always gone, replete
now silence follows aft!
Salute and click your heels so grand
bend forward, hand to wit
the loved ones in the chosen seats ~
. . . . . .so close to gather it! . . . . .
The Military funeral is the most moving of any ceremony ever, anywhere!
In my time, two fathers, and a brother ~ the training must be precise,
the Honor Guard, almost dance through with such awesome respect!
Categories:
burial site, beautiful, funeral, soldier,
Form: Monorhyme