Long Eulogies Poems

Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet
unless of course some plans get...

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There was a twenty minute lull
Before the paramedics arrived to
Remove Greatgrand Dad's 
corpse. When the paramedics 
Arrived they examed Greatgrand 
And confirmed the family's dread.
 Damian and CJ accompanied 
The body to the Hospital. While
Julius...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump's challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly and quietly as he laughs against others.

As compared to any recent US President,
he comes in dead...

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I would like to hear and see
how and why you live,
when and where you prefer to die.

I would like to touch and taste
who and what you think and feel
is your greenest dreamed sanctuary
without imagined ultra-violet...

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THE POET’S SESTINA

The poet put the pen to his head and killed himself;
 he shot the leftovers of an ideal in a second of no-thought.
 His girlfriend found him rolled in a splash of ink
...

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Poetry and Words 

Comes in so many a different form

All depends and depending on who
it is written by 

What the particular subject or topic
is

And what it's initial and final intentions
are and maybe 

It can rhyme...

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I walked into new rooms and realised my love for gardens , hiding under verdant bushes and seeking my mates hiding from me and how I always ended up seeking for the right people and...

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 WORD HOBO has that ring of truth as nom de plume. He has encouraged me tons, and with such sincerity, he became one of the reasons I never could quit POETRY SOUP. I salute...

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The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I believed 
could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. 
...

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He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d fought for his country and of his manifold valiant deeds,
Speaking...

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THE REPLY FROM THE PRESENT TO THE PAST
            (NO TO XENOPHOBIA II) 
With the paper on my hand 
I wondered what to do as...

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I

Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch

You begrudge men your virginity?
Why? To what purpose?
You will find no...

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Eulogies are beautiful things in the way that many counterfeit things can be beautiful; in the way that deception so expertly executed can be so breathtakingly perfect; in the way that a fist sized cubic...

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Are we testing open waters?
I never should have stationed there

We were not prepared 
Through the shame and sacrifice,
I was getting there 

All we know is shelter,
Survival, 
Yet we were unprepared 

Mark the way
through tunnels we...

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Another day, another ghostly glitch
The catholic church stained glass
shouldn’t be as grey as it was today.
More and more the molding frays
I can hear the coffins softy coughing
There are more and more mourning days

Whether or not...

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Psychologists,
sociologists,
anthropologists,
and theologians, curiously,
are more likely to confuse the tragic end of humanity
with the end of EarthLife's developmental 
and sacred significance.

Environmentalists,
holistic ecologists,
integral biologists,
students of pre-historic religious re-connecting rapture
are less likely
to collapse the sacred rebirthing value of...

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Exulansis

I am twenty two winters, six heartbreaks, infinite breakdowns and two (near) deaths old. 

1. My skin is nothing less than a graveyard of ink upon which every man i loved is allowed to leave...

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Charcoal art with phoenix ash sculpt with medusa eyes  
My art runs kicking    
My art beats alive
 
Pluck loose quills up out my heart and engraft my skin with metaphors, ...

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?????????????aiyé

a child seeks voyage in the current of fame, 
he does not homage the sun, 
he does not sing the moon her eulogies, 
he will wet and weaken his dreams 
with the red molecules of...

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Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies
Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt
Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts

Kaleidoscopic filial relationships hypnotize the mind to dumbness
Kamikaze...

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He was the only one from the house of the dead at the cemetery

and he scared the living daylight out of other guests at the funeral

shuffled in rigor mortis and reaped a few condescending remarks

How...

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The prideful passion practiced and prolonged in fertile life, 
Rejects all calls to wasted whimsy in this willful world. 
Aware redundancies occur with suffering and strife 
Some still display with honor our great nation's flag...

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The pride and passion practiced and prolonged in one strong life,
Rejects the call to whimsy in this willful, wasted world.
Aware of all redundancies in suffering and strife
They still display with honor our great nation's flag...

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