Long Coroners Poems
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It's coming to your planet from out there
Sooner if you watch the news channel first
2006 QV89 is alive and well and almost here
It can't wait to kill you on September 10th.
Most likely you could lose an eye or tooth
Not civilization as you know it
Coroners and vehicles line up to size you up
Is it bigger than a bus or truck?
Is it larger than a soccer field in Argentina?
Reporters want to cover asteroids in space
But they are way too busy watching Trump
Hemorrhoids will have to do
If only I watched less news reports
If only I were born on Mars
I'm too young to die by meteors
Like taxes they should be avoided
Can I add rock impacts to my insurance?
Is there life after asteroids?
*Authors note: There is a less than 99% chance of this asteroid hitting Earth. There is a less than .01% chance of it hitting a populated area. 2006 QV89 comes up on a "probability list" so the news media needs some filler so they rattle some cages and torture small animals (That would be us.) Can I buy Fake News insurance?
While on patrol
Down by the beach
A shadow in the water
Just out of my reach
It's off a young girl
About sixteen years old
What would have troubled her
For her life to fold
We report it in
And await the coroners van
To unscramble this enigma
As to why this all began
Down at the morgue
Through her belongings we look
A bracelet we find
And her diary book
We check on the computer
Under the missing persons file
This girl so young
Still a juvenile
We sit and ponder
At her watery stray
This girl so young
She's a runaway
We head back to the patrol car
For we have sad news to tell
How do you tell her parents
For inside me it dwells
We knock on the door
And her mother appears
May we please come in
As her smile disappears
On the beach front tonight
A young girl was found
In the shallows by the pier
I'm so very sorry, she drowned
On the way back to the precinct
I'm thinking of home
Of my own young daughter
Pray-fully, she'll never roam
A week has passed
Since they laid her to rest
They said, look after your daughter
I sure will mam, I'll do my best
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After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
Last bugle to blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
Old tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking will stop
After Midnight
The bottom will top
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Lost palates are cleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
Two stars for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
That voice in the back
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and churn
After Midnight
Lost vision returns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—creation redeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Martial law inapropos to stave, staunch,
and stem police brutality,
nevertheless commander in chief
will violently barrel ahead
particularly when blatant iniquities
flagrantly heaped upon
innocent dark skinned human bodies,
who far to often get accosted, beaten, choked
without justice, but
judged guilty merely existing.
Protestations within metropolitan urban areas
all across the United States
sparking riots else within world
began in Minneapolis on May 26, 2020
following the death of George Floyd
coroners determine cause of death asphyxia
after Minneapolis Police Department (MPD) officer
Derek Chauvin knelt on his neck
for 8 minutes and 46 seconds.
Akin to striking a match
into highly flammable liquid
diverse people expressed legitimate rage
against machinations targeting humans,
whose obvious epidermal pigment
unwittingly sacrifices said
dark skinned people burnt offerings.
Sacrificial lambs only become martyrs,
yet sadly never realize their true value, nor
relish (hot diggity dog) purposefulness
cuz her/his mortality nipped in (figurative) bud
when precious life cruelly stolen.
As iterated courtesy similar
crafted by yours truly
persons falsely hash tagged recalcitrant
(predominantly boys and/or men)
exhibiting physiognomy proclaiming
African American, Australia,
Haiti, Melanesia, Papua
New Guinea and South Asia...
as motherland, more so
black immigrants comprise
growing proportion of said
racial (constituency) population.
Usually no culpability
linkedin with rudely mistreated individual,
whose inalienable (inherent) rights:
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
hijacked solely predicated upon bigotry.
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
I want to have a go at the retail business but I just don’t know where to begin, I have the concept planted in my head and a plan that runs on a straight line leading from main to the divine.
There is a tree that is lying on its path anD it only comes out in the dark it lies quietly across the tracks and if you go near it, it will snap, bites and throw bottles at you.
It will knock the door and toss things on the floor how much longer must one endure the fury of this age old infrastructure,
It has broken tracks and has committed terrible sins, it has the conman’s spirit and a self-centered habit, it treats you with disdain and everything you do is in vain how long will it remain on the track? Nature will decide that when the angels gather at river at the end of the day.
I heard a strange knocking in the middle of the sky and watched the universe scattering fragrance over the old woman bed as she runs with the burden of death.
With eyes open wide she holds the crucifix in her hand and utter the final song. "It is well with my soul.” She slouched over on the bed and her journey came to a quiet end.
The rover rolls silently in space spreading the remnant of dust all over the place, the earth with all its misgiving collects the dust to atone for the heathen sins.
The coroners were at hand to tell the family that he was sorry and there was nothing that he could do to save the old woman shoe at age ninety-two the old woman finally kicked off her shoe and the coroners drape white linen over her face and wrapped the body tightly and take it to the crimination cemetery.
The track was finally cleared and money was released to work on the track again. A private company came in and replaces the dollars for their sins. Everyone could travel everywhere and the markets were open far and near.
The retail vision came alive and I finally got the resources to start a new company to keep everyone alive.
The Selfish Egos of War Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
It's a normal day in LA's Westside.
Shots fired. Another homicide.
Police, EMTs, and coroners predisposed
to the front lines of the disposed.
A shower of bullets, another blood bath,
yellow-taped, chalked outlines mar the public's path.
It's a war out there, the games are in overtime,
and sudden death is just a passing crime.
Drug Lords crawling out from the gutter
in search of their bread and butter,
driving a low-riding Mercedes,
carrying 14-year-olds dressed up as ladies,
peddling their crack,
and shooting turf invaders in their back.
Homies' power trip lights the dark side of the city,
without any regard for life or showing any pity.
The crib's manifestation, filled with a rat's infestation,
where egos fly to the nests of damnation.
Boo-Witches Cat Eyes Halloween Mice
Ghost and goblins stretch high above the street
Hidden in shadows, witches with crooked teeth
Those beady eyes, longest noses twitch at Halloween's beat
A crescendo building towards those lil cute mice, trick for treat
Naivety and innocence follow those scampering feet
Held tightly to their chest are bagfuls of sweet
A witches cat stalks the cute pinks, hidden in maddening heat
Held close to whiskers of doom, yellow tape and a coroners sheet
One more house to trick for treat, mice's abode, saves lil heartbeat
Gone is the rush of the blood, as whiskers boos an elongated retreat
10/18/17
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Last palate uncleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
A star for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
The plain and the slack
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and turn
After Midnight
Lost vision relearns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—new eyes that believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
A year since a sixty year old friend passed away
blocked arteries the coroners report, the cause of his demise
An author of several books, he wrote of the advantages of a plant based lifestyle
questions from friends how could this be so , he was considered very wise
Four years ago I was gifted a book "Could it be B Twelve"
upon his death, I suspected B12 lack to be the cause
Found the relevant chapter for me once again to delve
This essential vitamin required in the liver to convert homocystiene
excess of which may result in blockage of the arteries
B12 aids the liver to convert homocystiene to amino acid methionine
Another factor has now come to light
breathiing only in /out through the nose produces nitric oxide
A vasodilator a lack of may have added
to the reason my friend died
It took me back four years to my own narrow escape
symptoms of several weeks of unusual anxiety. Lacking animal products,clams mussels,
oysters eggs. B 12 not found in plants or fruits in any form or shape
So here now is some verse
a bit of autobiography of my own experience
Luckily not adverse
It all began in the year of nineteen seventy seven
He was just an average norm, where did this message come from
in hindsight he thinks it was the postie arriving from heaven
Food wise first thing to eliminate was dairy and that included cheese
within a few short days, rhinitus/sinusitus these symptoms they began to ease
Then away went red meat, became what is known as vegetarian
With these changes now been made, had never heard of the term fruitarian
This way of life continued until nineteen ninety four
When introduced to the concept of eating only raw
Ten more years elapsed then all food eaten was only organic
Even better when the food was certified as biodynamic
All went well for fifteen years when deficiency of B12 occurred
No animal products for forty years before this symptom was endured
Clean organic raw food which is still consumed
With the addition of raw eggs B12 ingestion has been resumed