Last Rites Poems - Poems about Last Rites

>center>LAST RITES (MIXED) I’ve been having thoughts, a bit macabre, About my funeral day. I’m not getting any younger, So it might not be far away. How many folk will turn up To see my final act? Will it be just the family, Or will the place be packed? Will they say nice things about me, And will they be sincere? Have I deserved any compliments For...

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The sideburns of the Maples Turned another color in early October I look in my Roman bathroom mirror Person reflected is a stranger to me The green children No more than sprouts finding their blossoms Are impossibly older than me More ancient than the planet’s lore Poor last good kids Hunched over and limping Faithfully lacing duty to their boots Strapping chores across their shoulders They walk...

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angry clouds crying over freshly-prepared grave soldier is home now written July 8, 2021...

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My wife always hated holiday feasts It seemed every year her hatred increased This year she stuffed the turkey With hard sticks of beef jerky And smiled when my relatives called the priest...

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Stranded, sorrows billow suffering sails, Surf snaps at broken hull's plea; 'swallow me'! Lost love, life black-white, living color pales, Tears sew sad tapestry on stirred sea. Surf snaps at broken hull's plea; 'swallow me', Grief, windswept memory’s muck lines the shore. Tears sew sad tapestry on stirred sea, Grains grit harsh reminiscence evermore. Grief windswept, memory's muck lines the shore, Winds retch your...

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When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket of an old priest called at midnight by a nurse who drives miles through sleet and finds your room in the hospital Donal Mahoney...

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Tangled tubes connected to a body laying still, breathing shallow, not awake Beneath closed eyelids, rapid re-enactments of so many unfinished things flashing by in meteor shower dreams Unsaid words that are now whispered to shadowy figures buried in the past The dark abyss with mouth agape, ready to welcome this soul aboard a grave ship sailing half-mast Into the dim fluorescent room...

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a haiku string a bad man he could never be ... circumstance blessed virgin wrong place at the wrong time ... justice prevailes sweet mother of Christ ...

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a haiku string a bad man he could never be ... circumstance blessed virgin wrong place at the wrong time ... justice prevailes sweet mother of Christ ...

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Frozen body in in the icy river A young woman met her fate early She wanted freedom But she found Let the night come A single candle burning...

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Sun, my ever coming, now my ever going friend! Mourn not, angelic mate, though this is the end For as I watch how parts of you are slowly gone- Still, others greet you on your shining throne. But dear Sun? Why yet you grieve? I never wanted more to leave! Feel not forlorn- I'm just forsaking life- This child of Death, this...

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The door had been opened before you passed through it Light in the window heralds a new day One song away from the effervescent joy Only if you reach out to the light will ...

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