Seasons Grave Poems

Natural death licking aims
Now our bleach seasons heirs
And the pubis of public lore

Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream
Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching 
For golden...

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cold winter day
graveside service
jumper cables...

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Rain that slowly pelts
on the roses in sorrow,
don't make them weep any longer,
instead whisper the last melody
that they learned from the merry lark
that helped them...

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Into the Flames is where your soul will remain
The book of Life thirsts for God's pen of judgement and smite
Can't erase it even if you...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Rythmic vibrations announce your presence 
Lain on my forest floor grave we string vision
Twigs produce laden pods with hidden houdinis
Never final spiral attaches leaving with...

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Lipstick Lips



Lipstick red lips on
Tombstone remains. Bloody red
Roses kiss the cold  
Breath of death, crystallizing 
Hearts overcome by the flame






Marckincia Jean 
Tanka
10/13/19...

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test...

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Catherine Bryan
1838-1918

Thy swan song will be kept short, for thou
And ye, faithful friends of Whittier’s Quaker enclave,
In stout shock, thy anger scolds the town,
For ye...

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The Bishop’s Boy

A bishop’s boy once saw a girl in the north woods by the way.
Clear to both was more to be than just that...

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Bury me not in a gloomy yard
Shaded by the wall of a church,
Where graves look jaded and old
Their epitaphs veiled in smirch.

Lay me near some...

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Sun hindered sultry earth, wet mound of mossy growth, 
       Cast to my grave way too early, untold secrets...

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My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
 
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On...

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The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she...

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