Long Cemetary Poems
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A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".
Well my husband said "How old was she.""
"Ninety-eight".
A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..
While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?
My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".
The cousin proceeded to tale this story.
"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what
was going on ...."
The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or
any other funeral home director that he knew."
The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."
She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called
her home..
The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the
way..
2026.06.03
Today is the last day,
Of my mother's existence.
Her cold white body had been laid
Inside the closed coffin filled with blessings.
The petals and the fresh roses,
After all the necessary prayer performed,
All family members bow to the deceased,
Say goodbye for the last time as a group.
I follow and walk behind the coffin,
Out of the temple all the way,
Onto the white hearse.
On her last journey travel by vehicle,
Her coffin travels to pass her last home address
Where she lived before being hospitalised.
That was her last trip home.
Before being taken to the cemetary,
She chosed her body to be cremated,
Once the coffin carried to the room,
For ever, she would be burnt to ashes.
Just one day before her funeral,
I helped dress her on Monday,
At the funeral parlour cold room,
She looked beautiful for her age.
Her skins were pale and icy cold.
Her earthly body but not her soul.
For some reasons, we put on her,
Four layers of Buddish long gray clothes.
Together with her favourite jeweleries,
Her religious prayer's uniform,
Her Buddish temple's identification,
A string of the prayer's beads,
All of these placed on her or next to her.
At the Altona Memorial Park,
Her coffin sits on the castors,
Quickly rolls into the furnace,
I quickly wave my right hand and say,
"Bye-bye Mummy"
My tears were uncontrolly poured.
I cried as loudly as I shouted.
Once the naked flames were ignited,
Her earthly body would warm up,
Be burnt until all turned into ashes.
Mummy, I lost you, I love you.
Forever, you totally vanished on earth.
But you shall live forever in my heart,
As long as it beats and pumps my blood.
Halloween in 16 lines of Rhyme 10-16-24
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Halloween Graveyard
Light intones the creeping darkness
Fallen leaves scrape broken paths
Distant footsteps, heard in semi-darkness,
Wail and weep on incensed footpaths.
Growing shadows blot out twilight
Darkness descends -a deathly pall –
Stone angels watch the hallowed night
Tangled weeds grab like black rainfall.
An outstretched palm hovers o’re the spine
Trembling hands brush at unseen breath
Above their graves haunted ghosts align
Prickly terror screams in cold sweats.
Shouts through chaos in moaning winds
From crypts of tears – spirits unleashed
Souls trapped in macabre whirlwinds
Midnight breaks the spell – souls released.
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
A commotion from potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
2019 September 19
hello tombstone, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i never shed tears but emit celebratory smiles
ahhh, if only tombstones could talk
sometimes words are not there, but memories are,
but when that is not enough....so incomplete.....
hello ashkeeper, kiss my Mother for me
tell her that i never express fear but put on brave faces
ohhh, if only ashes had multiple facets
sometimes lies are minidevils allowed in for false therapy
but when that does not cut it....so unsatisfied....
hello cemetary, kiss my Mother for me
tell her i always value openness but tend to be closed frequently for renovations
aye, if only cemetaries could properly present
sometimes shields and shells are all i have for the comfort and safety of my self
but when that is no longer useful.....then what.....
In a cemetary, late at night,
Two young men began to fight.
I saw the horrific sight!
Timmy Banks, laying on the ground:
blood was flowing all around.
Timmy Banks' body, cold and blue,
there was nothing I could do.
Timmy Banks I love you.
All of a sudden, up he springs,
praise the Lord is what he sings.
Timmy my son, with heavenly kings.
In the graveyard, the day after,
I hear voices I hear laughter.
My heart was broke then Timmy spoke:
I'm a fix heart crafter.
Sharing memories all afternoon,
Time to go DAD, do not be sad:
We can meet again in June.
Live your life in faith and truth:
Said Timmy Banks-Eternal Youth!
6/22/17
In the shade under trees
My mind, body and soul at ease
Enjoying the breeze
Feeling good
In and out of the neighborhood
Or woods
Not feeling like any
It's been long enough, I'm five years past twenty
Ready to hold on steady
Regardless of if the burden is heavy
In a world with things considered deadly
It does no good working for pennies
When you got opportunities to get plenty
Even if it ends up only being temporary
So many get caught up in feelings and envy
That **** ain't healthy
Or going to help peeps get wealthy
Now I'll tell you once, I'm not buying the ******** you're trying to sell me
I'm burning one at the cemetary
Where many of the dead are buried
Trying to write more material that is legendary
And no longer secondary
Before during or after turning eighteen
Regardless of if we played on different or the same teams
This is going way deeper than anything main stream
Yet way clean
Whatever it all may mean
Near and far from shops that do or don't sell pralines
Better take care of yourself, instead of risking gangrene
.... I remember that summer
...He was only here for the summer.
Countless afternoons the four of us spent
swimming at the dam or playing soccer in the park.
Gayle and I, he and Donny.
...Awkward fifteen year old shyness
turned into sixteen year old flirtations.
A game of tag in the cemetary
turned into a playful wrestling match
before becoming a tender kiss.
...He told me he could not date me
because his best friend had a crush on me.
Before summer ended I was dating a senior,
eighteen and so grown up.
...His friend had never stood a chance with me
and he had thrown away his.
~~~ for Franks's contest "A Summer Memory" ~~~
28/04/2012
Death is not the enemy you believe
And death isn't what you should fear
Death we all shall truly desire
For only death makes troubles disappear
Death is not some fancy illusion
Full of smoke and mirrors to deceive
Death offers to relieve your troubles
And will accept all it can receive
With death there's no worries or regrets
Any wrong or mistakes they slip away
They all vanish and bother you no more
There's hardly any cost you must pay
What death offers no one can match
Nothing else can do what death can do
You want peacefulness to fill your life
Isn't the cemetary peaceful to you
Heavy buckets of rain..
Falling from the sky
An explosion of heavy downpours..
A cold chilling night ..
feeling the bone chilling cold..
The sound of pouring rain is a safe haven..
When indoors..
Warm and cozy at home..
Homebound for the night..
Feeling a sense of security..
Dreading the moment of departure..
Departing from my safe haven..
Driving in my car..
On a deep dark road...
The sound of only heavy rain..
The sky is crying a thousand tears..
Windsheild wipers are moving at the greatest speed..
Hautingly eerie..
Briefly I see someone standing at the intersection..
A women desperately needing transportation..
Standing with an umbrella in one hand..
Thumb standing in another..
Feeling such compassion for a women desperately seeking a ride..
With no hesitation I stop and pull over..
A women stranded on a deep dark rainy night..
I have done a good deed for the night
A good Samaritan I am..
The Hitchhiker entered inside my car without hesitation..
Stating where her destination would be..
I..
Without hesitation proceeded to drive her to the destination..
Visibility is quite poor..
I continue to drive..
The hitchhiker pointed at her destination..
I quickly pulled over..
With a warm smile..
She thanked me kindly
Was indeed so grateful for the ride..
I questioned her destination
As there was only a massive sign
The massive sign ..
Of which..
Stated it was a Cemetery..
She graciously beamed..
And stated..
" I have come here only to escort the others to their permanent home "..
I must go now..
Rest assured you shall be rewarded for your kindness..
Goodbye for now..
Astonished and amazed..
Goosepimples had appeared instantaneously..
And ever so rapidly on my arms..
Strands of fibers
Standing straight..
I watched the woman hitchiker walk away happily..
A warm and lovely glow
A smile on her face..
She gracefully walked towards the cemetary..
And with a blink of an eye she completely vanished..
Vanished without a trace..
The gracious hitchhiker..
Was she a spirit guide in disguise ?
An angel in disguise?
A deep dark mystery shall always remain..
On a cold and rainy winters night..
Driving alone along a deep dark highway..