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COVID - NINETEEN
The venomous virus Covid- Nineteen
demanding social distancing, isolation,
even if needed sometimes quarantine
as measure of compulsive precaution.
Now to face stagnant standstill static state.
Vivacious virus, scary spectral
menacing infections all over states
creating severe sufferings, sometimes fatal.
Shock of sudden demise not to endure.
Not permitted natural cremation.
Jab not fool proof, no surety to cure.
Precious lives going on devaluation.
How to tackle virulent virus?
Always on mutation in its status.
06/29/21
'Cerona Virus( COVID 19 )
Contest by Robert James Logouri
I beg of guilt to riddance my sin,
sincerity mixed pleasure of call deep within.
My mind of haze to idea once preformed,
mascot contribution to my theatrics well formed.
Beauty and a beast to a sickening desire,
my body fuelled with pain from my minds deep transpire.
Berate of my complexion, fabrication and hope,
sacrifice my solitude with hopes of being cleansed deeper than soap.
Cremation from the burning of wait does bring forth,
my stature destined to the mirror now morph.
Soul, hand of pasture ,and faith in the god once named,
all placed in pieces of a figure left to blame.
Waiting on a miracle to work to good deed,
hoof of purest lamb now sentenced to breed.
Thorn and thistle cursed to beauty of rose,
man’s fortune to women with a price of propose.
System segregation from the people born truth,
turn to natures sin in purpose of youth.
Belief met bravery in hand of defeat,
rush to the opening of a church in large fleet.
Memory reconcile with death fortune placed,
sanction granted to power in need of erase.
Intelligence fought sympathy in the war of troubled mind,
am I useless without leadership if my demise meet unkind?
Body built to the soil cursed by I man,
colonies trapped in brutality of gods plan.
Beggar, theif, and humanity at hand,
Are criminals to be punished if future lie in the sand?
Is truth upon belief of a system unpredicted,
the structure a temple yet torture left unrestricted.
Mind place of memory to the mistreatings underway,
if I hold power to speak why should boundaries get a say?
Free speech is a right in the rule book of law,
however issue runs deep with dictatorship to core.
Does a cry of babe not rustle in your mind?
A predator to be freed yet a crook to be fined.
A god of justice is spoken in scripture,
but thy neighbour is thought on suspicion, never close to a sister. Harmony sung in words comprise,
dealings from the devil while society treat to infantilise.
If a body is a right to the owners spoken truth,
why should societal exception meet way to the youth?
For a pasture, a priest, or a saint of country name,
would allow such action to ignight as if flame.
Then action should compromise the wrongdoing upon mass,
the power of performative government is as fragile as glass.
EVIL'S HORN
Is hate the driving force of our endeavors
the fear of heaven’s myth our revelation
our sole remaining choice be now or never
existing in the state of self-cremation
pandered passion flaunted in death’s crumbling mask
denial of a life as its salvation
mindless chanting by the doers of the task
bequeathed to them by memory driven fear
tortured minions sipping hatred from life’s flask
bitter liquid of a time and place unclear
release offered to the victims now reborn
to a kingdom that the living cannot share
an innocence and beauty too soon shorn
by those who boldly trumpet evil’s horn
John G. Lawless
9/12/2014
Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration
I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, faith isn't your friend !
did faith cure cancer or stop amputations its very over rated
did it save your relations from cremation and stop the emotional devastation
nope !, faith isn't your friend, It promises to deliver you from damnation ,salvation
yet dare to question and excommunication without no questions
so in summation have nothing to do with faith related observations.
because faith isn't your friend
comp entry 04052016
Intrigued about cremation,
I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity
significant questions answered
clicking the following website
https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/
cremation/cremation-process/
though summarizing article
some oven death defying act,
yet summarization satisfactorily completed,
thus herewith briefly describes
kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing...
tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting,
yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed
1. deceased identified
2. official cremation authorized
affiliated with deceased
3. lifeless body prepared
4. medical devices removed
5. jewelry recovered
6. corpse secured
into burnable cremation receptacle
7. encased entity transferred
to retort i.e. cremation chamber
8. temperature range adjusted
between 1400 degrees -
1800 degrees Fahrenheit
9. 1.5 - 2 hours elapsed
10. magnet applied
residual metal removed
11. remains ground into ashes
12. once process completed
remains secured within urn
13. family representative entrusted
with ashes.
Burnt offerings distributed
ideally according to stated
wishes of beloved,
whose remembrance sustained
as tears expended
necessary to mourn
eventually sorrow lessened,
photographs visited
after crushing grief decreased.
This run of good days is going to end
bad times are coming just around the bend
cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow
future holds only worry and sorrow.
Armageddon of our own creation
as we burn in pyres of self-cremation
caught in words of convenient denial
grasp not the flash of the truthteller’s smile.
Yet from the rubble, a New Deal is made
Fridays for Future, a children’s crusade
as those whose time has come, now realise
elder’s inaction has darkened their skies.
We who’ve failed in our prognostication
pass the stick to a new generation.
7/9/2019
I think form in poetry
(in all sorts of writing)
is akin to math: without meaning
until we are talking the likes of
apples and oranges; buildings
and their elucidating inhabitants:
what goes into, and then comes
from our hearts – minds that dream...
The crux of any communication
is what is being said, how it is
being said~and whether the discourse
is perceived alive or sterile –
I do not want my works to have the
equivalency of genetically modified seed,
producing one crop, going no further than
one mouth; adding no reverberating
crunch to the ear of humanity~myself preferring
cremation to the dormancy of an embalmed grave....
There is anger toward women
In our Country.
Men want us to look like
The playboy bunny.
You can see it in our current
Legislation.
No matter how you view it,
It's discrimination.
Men are women's biggest
Fear.
Women feel safe if he is
*****.
The consequences could
Be deadly.
All because she wasn't
Friendly.
It is taught in schools,
They call it education.
What is going on,
It Is, indoctrination.
A set of beliefs handed down
To the next generation.
We carry these with us from
birth to cremation.
Forget the words and actions,
It's the intention.
Mind-boggling almost beyond
Comprehension.
The entire time we live under
Their reign.
The time has come to break
The chain.
To keep us feeling
Inferior.
They need us to believe they
Are superior.
Turbo1904 ?
Home from a chemo session, uncle lights up
a cigarette and collapses
to the slick plastic that covers your chaise
lounge, auntie. He thumps the upholstery
with his legs and elbows for blood
to circulate again. A flake
drifts. Dehydrated lips, uncle
inadvertently kisses ash. Cushions
puff up, deflate. Uncle floats
smoke rings to prove he still has breath.
Your bulbous urn ruptures his rings
on contact where curvature
casts uncle’s warped reflection, all mouth and smoke,
as he would rise to reach your urn on the mantle.
Uncle slouches back, watches his sports channel.
I head out with his hamper
and forget to check pockets before washing clothes,
his soggy receipts - - once grocery lists? - -
and tissues, torn apart, clumped up, fake snow
I have to scoop out of washing machines.
Absent-minded tasks at the laundromat, auntie,
where you’d bend in pain. Lint trays reinstall
fluff. I snap
and snap airborne dryer-flakes off towels.
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.