Funeral House Poems

The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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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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ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the...

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Comfort and Joy


The graveyard is a little morning rain for the day 

if you have time
let go and get back to the house 
and let...

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When she was born she had no father,
spent nights in the streets to feed her mother,
who was diagnose with a disease cancer,
she strolled the streets...

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dragging feeble feet
a silent walk to death's grasp
beaten under house
the last sigh escapes her lungs
whiskers shrivel as years pass...

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Love Unrequested 

The lady across the road had beautiful grey hair, thick and 
glossy, I admired her mane because she was eighty five. 
Her hubby...

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Seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner.  From the huge old elm tree in Dr. Rooney's front yard on one end,...

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The dog is fretting over her bone endlessly. The time seemed to stand still and the house was a farrago of dirty clothes and missed...

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The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust...

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A man read a book with the title,
“You Can Be the Man of the House”!
It gave a big boost to his ego,
so he went to...

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Second Home by Rob Barratt

An escape from the rat race. 
Life lived at a slower pace
An idyllic setting they won’t be letting
The cottage slumbers ,...

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I bought my house for its mirrored walls 
in the master bath from which you could fancy 
yourself as a forties' film star, your flawless...

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Way back when,
Living with my father Harry,
One Halloween I had an idea spark,
Seemed to me it'd be a lark....

Thus the tale of When Harry's House...

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