Long Burial site Poems

“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.”              ...

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Afterwards.

Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh?
I can see that we seemed to be happy 
As I look at an old photograph.
But now our mouths
Seem almost paralysed
Or are tight and grim.
I vaguely recall a...

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They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to...

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Love, O Love is now laid a wreath
Love, O Love is now laid a wreath
There with her beautiful heart, lies in state!

O dear life has wearied you to boredom.
In its wild, wild pursuit you are...

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Children as young as three years old,
    Killed for not doing as they’re told,
    Forced to forget their culture bold,
What a tragedy to unfold!

Two hundred fifteen, that ain’t less,
...

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Broken tears is where it all begins, the love has lifted for now a mist in the air. Tears fall upon and evaporate into love fog. Yours eyes became cold lacking compassion, unresponsive with those...

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Lincoln Special  
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train


Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.  

After departing...

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There was
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“From dust to dust…”* Thus declares Scripture truth
That had confounded my soul’s very core
And is ceaselessly confronting my heart
Nagging me with this question I must face:
“Am I prepared for my coffin’s sealing?”

Succumbing to mind’s reality-check
I’m...

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Once upon a time my father was a care taker
Of a grave of a saint and he asked me
To take over his job which I politely refused
So he bought me a donkey
And sitting on its...

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A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.

Masked in aura of dubious...

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Mom, Happy Thanksgiving 
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed 
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song 
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To...

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Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest,  Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand

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hands aegis
        sculpting lullabies
 cradling
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The Isrealites

Is it better to run or to fight, I hope to find out from the ancient Isrealite.
They hid in deserts, they hid in the mountains
They found peace and well-being, able to satisfy their survival...

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petrichor sillage
lustmord miasma iron cloy
a clot of steel to sever
scarlet necklace gargle silence
cell phone text ‘she is gone, hurry’
metal carriage in driveway
front door opens, beloved eyes close
cafuné at the burial site
saudade lace iktsuarpok
without you —...

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Came our love with an expiry date,
Sooner that knocked the door, not so late.

None of us wantonly wished to break,
But teenage love in time rusts to shake.

Nor a knot to break off does get tied,
Time...

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Start

Enclosed in a glass casket
Cuddled in a flower-decked basket
She lay serene as ever
No sign of her past fervor

Resting in her last abode
Before the journey by road
To her final burial site
For performing the last rite

Dignitaries came...

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In the remote landscapes
stand cold monolithic monuments,
one, the Neolithic Stonehenge,
the British cultural icon,
and the other, Georgia Guidestones,
the American Stonehenge.

The stone slabs roughly cut
and astronomically aligned,
are set in geometric pattern,
shrouded in mystery,
wrapped in controversy,
incite interest and...

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A burial site, with coffin lay
the flag does cover flat,
the Honor Guard, in crisp array
will lift and fold ~  first snap!

The years of struggle now beneath
with courage so compact,
a solemn moment in bequeath
contention wavers...

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Midnight

The sound of rain hitting the roof on a very dark night
The mystical feeling you get when alone gazing at the stars so bright
The smell of the mist rising glowing trapped by the street lamp...

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A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
 
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and...

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