Funereal Poems - Poems about Funereal

Bury the hatchet, I always say We’ve enough firewood in the hallway ...

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Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occurs upon advent of May fourth two thousand and five, not quite seventy years since her birth November thirteenth nineteen thirty five, nor fifty years a married bride at age nineteen, cuz back in dem days, an unmarried woman...

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The day bitter cold the wind whipping, raw A blessing nonetheless 'twas my mother-in-law...

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Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding, tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge. Yours truly grief stricken (sob... sob... sob)... wheely hard to bear this anticipatory anxiety riddled joker impossible mission thwarting despair death knell tolled (told), woebegone news, I did fear hears stunned me into silence, the unwelcome prognosis, I needed to hear no joke, but good humor totally wrecked vehicle forces yours truly to become..., no not a...

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huddled from the sheeting rain umbrellas circle the hearse.. in twos they slowly depart...

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Come with me o thee, to my grave and reach, for my ecstasy deceased, take my eyes and see, my ashes and feel, gravity of my soul and preach, kindness and passion meet, your greatness my plea, blind me light come walk with me, alter me please, destroy the devil in me, carry me angel, fly with me, away to infinity, discover uncharted horizons and...

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huddled together from the sheeting rain the unbrellas mob the hearse- then in twos slowly separate...

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