Long Crematory Poems
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To be a poet, a sagacious sage
Who spills his blood across the page
That tells his tales in black and white
Where wrong is wrong and never right
He knows each breath could be his last
How quick today becomes the past
Love doesn't always conquer hate
And choices made, determine fate
A visionary who can see
Whatever there will be, will be
That Father Time will never wait
The Angel of Death is never late
He thinks that love is like a rose
That where one dies another grows.
Unlike the rose that grew before
With sharper thorns that prick the more
We laugh, we cry, we live, we die
We say goodbye with one last sigh
And all we do and all we learn
Adds not one ash to the crematory urn.
Daniel Turner
Eluding My Ressurection
Eluding the proposition of more work to be done
Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun
I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won
While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun
Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding
Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth justifying
Auditory insinuations that see a person testifying
Crematory conflagrations that are somewhat death defying
Intercontinental ballistic missiles heading for a major city
Coincidental trajectories on the inside that are the opposite of pretty
Environmental projectiles that leave humans loitering in complicity
Developmental officials that stunt the growth of those without pity
Acrimonious altercations that leave you shocked and stunned
Parsimonious purification that has men reaching for their guns
Disharmonious communications that make you feel inclined to run
Sanctimonious salutations that remove the laughter from the fun
Aberrations of contemplations that leave my thinking incomplete
Abdications of compensations that keep you working on your feet
Complications of innovations that seem to be headed for defeat
Combinations of annotations that keep your words strong enough to compete
Augmentation of technological conversations altered for their privilege and stature
Conflagrations of mythological consternations that have people waiting for the rapture
Insinuations of psychological manifestations that make you feel like you are captured
Constellations of astronomical configurations that engender awe and enrapture
I’m hoping that the tides will flow in favour of my direction
While eloping from the slides that show my wanting predilection
For downward sloping motions that grow upward in their redirection
As they live while coping in the know of my resurrection
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Invasion of tears on a lonely street
I crash spheres of sadness that burst with a sigh
There's no one to tear me apart I can meet?
..a Lexus is lost and the driver is shy...
The freezing orchestra plays in my head
Police sirens as one play with my memory
A voice seems to utter " They will give us bread !!!"
As tearing, lost souls head for the Crematory.
I dream I wake up as pure as a kid
"No More Tears" - a shampoo bottle promises in vain
This time though white traces of a salty skid
Releases my heart, my hopes and my pain...
by: iolanda scripca
www.scripca.com
for Paula's Contest "Tear"
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a bad attitude of sanatory
Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
I too had such a mad hoary
Who was ready with an itinerary,
Where all bad & deceit come corollary
As she had a base habit of obfuscatory.
She knew less concepts contemporary
And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if I hunky-dory?
We knew those emotions were vapory –
Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory!
Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory,
Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory:
Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory;
Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if hunky-dory?
At first I tried to be a promontory
So that I can save her crematory;
Blind with pride, less corroboratory,
She spurned me having derogatory.
Now also I pity her as she is a hoary
But wish she improves her oratory.
Unknown, unseen, the invisible demon has arrived to annihilate
Anybody out in open becomes a pray of his wrath
Soon gasping for breath, gone forever
Such is his might that no one dares to go near dead body
Lest they be killed mercilessly
Huddled at home, a life of scare
Millions dead, count increasing
Governments battling the hidden enemy
Nothing is working
All are living a caged life at home
This monster has spread its tentacles all over the earth
Dead bodies fill crematory, human population coming down drastically
Surprisingly he is targeting only humans
Nature, trees, animals, birds, insect, air, water, all are happy
They are glad the monster came to save them from human atrocities
Land animals still living in little space, now roam about more freely
Water bodies are relieved as they are no longer being used as a big dustbin
Trees are breathing fresh air
Birds are chirping merrily
No honking of vehicles, no loudspeakers, no loud human noises
It seems this monster is a friend of all except humans
He wants to kill humans for atrocities committed against others
Man's ego stands crushed
One who thought he was the greatest
stands helplessly in front of a microscopic creature.
Earth belongs to all, live and let live
Stop destroying earth, or I will come kill you
Message is loud and clear!
05.05.2021
Contest Name : A Poem of Horror
Sponsor : Funom Makama
The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
Love Honor and Respect
For Crowe's Mortuary and Crematory
By Franklin Price
02/08/2022
My wife was lifted up by God
While we held her by the hand,
With her, our daughter and myself,
As she left for promised land.
She passed away in early evening,
Was almost half past seven.
Crowe's came and took her body,
Though her soul had gone to heaven.
They lifted her with love and care,
As we cried to see her go.
I was glad that I had called them.
Their caring softened up the blow.
The house was feeling empty.
A loved one's loss has that effect.
It could have been a lot worse,
But for their honor and respect.
Theirs is not an easy task.
They only work when there's a shroud.
The way they made me feel that night
Had me thanking God out loud.
Her passing was three weeks ago.
I found an urn with hummingbird,
She always loved to watch them
They hovered 'round without a word.
I called Crowe's, and asked them,
If they could transfer all her ash.
They said that they would wait for me.
I should not hurt myself and dash.
When I got there, they were waiting
And with respect they did the deed
I very highly recommend them
If you ever are in need.
It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.
Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.
Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash from crematory tells
a tale where quietus intrepidity sells
the silent impetus toward a life of many hells.
Walled inside this ebon murk, my emotion wells;
beyond they lurk, those who are sane, their tale retells
how life is to live, and the end but brief farewells.
Though my will may bend, it is I that death compels.
02/16/2018
Sometimes,
sailing in ebony blades
of saturnine seas
brings forth a forsaken froth
of scarred reveries,
when musk-ochre
tints of sunshine cease
to slice through solemn
scarlet skies and
cruelly-coloured black-pearls
shimmer as an obsidian beacon
of forest-green intentions,
caging pantoums of peace
in glass-jars of
bleeding sandalwood-scented
butterflies, entrapped in
sapphire patterns.
My spirit is often ablaze
as a crematory where
opal-gold truths are buried
eight feet under the raven crusts,
and I rise as feathery-flames
in hot-bronze furnaces
of diamond-dragon's
chauvinistic cave,
so that heart's papier- mâché
cells never sacrifice their
rosemary plasma to
eagle-edged egoes and
noiseless yet suffocating
sonatas of narcissistic
nestled woodpeckers.
I believe, life is wistful
like wilderness of a white-wolf,
growling besides midnight's
brim and howling to the
carmine moon, wrapping
peach-sunsets of serenity
in fluid-time, unfolding
scattered shades of
sonorously rustling foliages,
shimmering in breezes of
crumbling claret twigs and
satin seedlings whining
to the list of traitors,
for their unborn lavender buds.
So, swear not under the afterglows
of august skies and
let me float on the
crest of azure waves, in my
snowflake-capsule, being
immortally evanescent,
As every promise is like
a betraying magenta melody
of crepuscular youth, fading
in forged futuristic pastels.