Long Eulogized Poems

In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same...

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Aunt Dorothy Funeral
Written by Mel Brake

"And then, I will rise
nor more sorrow no more pain
and then I will rise when he calls my name.."

I thought about my nephew
at Aunt Dorothy's funeral
I wondered who would mourn...

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I guess you could call me a silly guy
   For humor is how I get through the day.
   I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance
   Each in its...

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator Garden,'
which constitutes minute arboretum
bore witness to immediate family of said...

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Loves the Dead


My mother loves the
dead she has a curious
fascination with the
dead.

She loves to attend
the funerals of
family members
and even strangers.

My mother is the
first person to call 
and talk endless
about the dead.

Does not matter if
she does...

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Her smile was lopsided, crooked
And her eyes had lost their shine
In a wheelchair bound and broken
Sat this mother dear of mine

Once the one that they called “Sunshine”
Now was bowed with grief and care
Garbled speech and...

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THEN  RISE


  
When the plot you sowed
 you shall receive 
the lies you told 
so you shall cleave
What you thought you knew
 becomes naive 
and you’re the one
who’s left deceived 
When there’s nothing...

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Exotic egos evade exit endings, encompass=ing eccentric  
extensive earwaxed essentials/ergo enameled equi, 
existentials everexuding extra egg entrenched eyecons, 
extricating eerie effervescent 
ephemerals. Ecoli epitaths engulfing erratic enticing eras, escorting
electric eel embraces establishing estival estates...

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With the rhythm of your passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism, 
inundating the shore of English literature,
where you emerged as the seminal figure.

The beauteous kaleidoscopic natural world 
imparted didactic quality to your poems,
finding connection...

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In the paper, on the news, each day there is another
Article relating to another fallen brother
Each eulogized for what they did and how they were so brave
A nation mourns their youthful death, salutes fired at...

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The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend, but the chap wasn’t even dead!

Said he wanted to be...

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I attended the funeral of an acquaintance the other day.
Not my preference for pastimes I hasten to say!
But I felt to him my final respects I should pay,
And view his corporeal remains and help send...

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I often think about death these days
And how it will come for me
Will I be faced with a painful death
Or will I die while in my sleep.

Will I fall down while no ones there
And lay...

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"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher" 
William Wordsworth

With the rhythm of his passionate poetry,
rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism, 
inundating the shore of English literature,
where he emerged as the...

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TRIBUTARY according to Merriam-Webster:
1 : a stream feeding a larger stream or a lake
2 : a ruler or state that pays tribute to a conqueror


Revival under the big tent,
a paradigm of revelation,
a simple message:
death’s but...

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I allude subjects dressed as 
black memorials. I hate attending 
gray eulogized gatherings filled
with stereotypical colloquialisms 
dressed in puke hued green. 
Why? As a prose freak of lines, 
I engender christianese choking 
the very life...

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(Revised and changed) 

O victim of time's rage,
Of today's ill times and age,
Victim of nurtured false image!

O ye much-eulogized Goddess,
Deemed powerful and loving no less,
Few care if ye do or not bless.

If ladles and the...

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My Sunday School teacher asked me to define/describe lamentations for the beginning of our study in that Book of Scripture.  I can best express myself in rhyme.  While this may sound morbid, it...

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-Once upon a time II-

In a separate realm
Where cloud rains
Where dreams 
Are dream
And due
To come true,
Where lives and lots
Are valued
Where chattels 
And acreage
Are own
Love, fuddle,
Pamper, behold
And hold.

The most 
Incredible deal
In this hectare
At this epoch
Is the...

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Here in this wrecked house
passion's corrupted
and there’s molded love
in the cracks of the threshold...
tragic are the echoes within.

The air is infected with the stench
of rotting hope...rotting dreams...
Scents suffocate and I am apt to scream...
but the...

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Thinker, scholar, sophist; Duns was, yet, a humanist,
His thoughts actions exhibited him as true philanthropist…!

Constructing a metaphysical argument, he said,
Of the existence of God, that like rivers moves ahead…!

Aristotle or Aquinas need not be great...

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I Am Known

Space:
endless expanse, eternal, inexorable.
Time:
Unknowable, from unbeginning befores, untill unending tomorrows.
An ache in my mind,
 A weakness in my knees,
A dread in my bowels,
 A tremor in my hand,
A widening of my eyes. 
I...

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Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of anal ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured...

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Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,   
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,  
The frenetic activities handy to very few,  
Poetry now belongs to a subculture hew. 

We have accredited professional poets, ...

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Sometimes when I write, I tend to stretch the truth.
Same as when I gossip; I've done that since my youth.
It's not so much deliberate, but to tell a story well,
Folks tend to stray from tedious...

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