Funeral Freedom Poems

Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair,
She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair.
From SDS to the Weather Underground,
She dived deep in...

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Woke up amidst the screaming cries, dared to stare through the window
Eyes couldn't believe a thousand corpses lying, hands couldn't recognize the skulls
The day before...

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The bride walked down the aisle
at slow pace
With all the dignity and grace
like at funeral
I wanted her to turn
and run away.
She was all the girls...

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I don't want to be buried in the ground.
Worms on my body, crawling around.
Eating my flesh, eating my brains.
Thanksgiving feast on my body's remains.

I don't...

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If I Was a Seagull

If I was a seagull
I wouldn’t have a bank account
I wouldn’t watch misery on TV
No concerns about the economy
Prices rising constantly.
I’d...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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I’ve lived my life
As a free spirit,
And I’ll hopefully
Do so when I die,
So cast my ashes
To the four-winds
And allow my soul
To soar up to the...

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It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime....

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The Light Poem:  by Shawn Wilkinson

I’ve done the hard work.
My chains are Freed
I’m am relieved
I’m a new person indeed.

Free to make new choices
Out of...

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Sounds discordant around abound
We instantly react
Likewise for fearful thoughts that hound
Tranquility detract

Aversion and desire
Send to funeral pyre
Be free, aglow, afire

Crow’s caw mordant 
Sounds discordant

28-November-2021
Quietus ...

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The weeping came late
After we lost the pearl of heart
With the cruel twist of fate
Death arrived and made us part.
 
Voices cry when anguish dictates,
The...

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Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality...

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You have always been here
Through tears I cried you have been here
Through prayers at night
You have always been here

Were I struggled to fight
You have always...

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Who says the world is free. 
Come I will show you the bodies hanging on the maple tree. 
Who says the world is free. 
Come...

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