Long Eulogy Poems
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THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL
Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-
Grieving mothers and widows
Veil their grief in sagging bosoms
As they wail in excruciating silence:-
Fragments of men, void of hope,
View and count communal graves
Swelling with dirt burying the dead:-
(Buried are “The Wretched Of The Earth”)
In the neap tides of sorrows,
Mourners wade the airy blood
Of the children of Pilate’s hands:-
In the stale winds of time, “woe is me”
Cries the forsaken land–lamenting scriptures—
Echoing Freneau: “They saw their country’s woe:-”
Stacked like molded bread slices,
Decaying bodies release spores
Of death to weary eyed mourners:-
Like an aching bosom’s colloidal tears,
Life sags on, and Sisyphus-like children
Sit under the warrior ghost of lingering hope:
(Indeed, “At this wake…none keep vigil…None:-”)*
*A line from the poem, RECESSION, by Wole Soyinke
In your latter days you had a good life
You sat under the mahogany tree near your hut
Watching the village as they moved about with their duties.
At night you were a storyteller
Telling the people the stories of your youth
"My youth was a wonder", you always started with
And "That was life" you always ended with.
Your lips were always wet from the gin in your calabash
Your radio always played the songs of long ago
Then you suddenly passed away
In your last sleep your smiled for the last time
With two tears running down your cheek
We knew you were going to have a very good sleep
In your Father's arms
Rest well wonderer
For the village never forgets you.
Written: September 05, 2023
World War 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In the midst of all this confusion and despair.
The planet was engulfed in the Third World War.
A state of null and pond darkness, are we aware?
Yet we failed to treat all life as precious as our core.
A political doomsday fanatic, blinded by greed,
Mislead us astray where moral behaviors recede.
Beyond boundless criminal eructation, sans mirth,
We dug our graves, blind to our fate on Earth.
We harmed our parents as we were still embryonic,
Idle drilling and causing harm to others is a tonic.
We designed a huge grave site for all humanity,
Unable to snuggle down, reject the planet's vanity.
Red apples were stolen from bordering trees,
Invading lands in search of fresh wealth at ease.
Armageddon was foretold due to perils of the world,
A diabolical design for war and starvation to unfold.
Beheading, flaming, and jailing are all options,
Several religious groups fall prey to concoctions.
Gazing into the abyss of doom makes me squirm,
WWIII aims to leave us defenseless as mere worms.
People's heyday was once an era of full happiness,
Has now come to a cease, leaving us with sadness.
Nevertheless, we left our stamp on the planet,
Robots prevailed, and we lost mastery of the gamut.
Peace has been switched to turmoil and cease,
Man's fall, eulogy for the earth, grief for decease.
Power and terror divert us from the clear warning,
Now we can grasp the impact of our power warming.
Our major fears follow our pride and greed,
As we reap what we sow, we can't tout earthly deeds.
As computers rule, people watch with sadness,
We depend on cables and devices akin to madness.
Tragic tale of man's collapse and failure,
Let it serve as an alarm to modify our behavior.
The earth is a gift that we can nurture and not drop,
With WWIII, we learn from our flaws and renew hope.
Three years gone, three years past
I've come to accept
some things will never last
like the way you once looked at me from across the room
the way Young Love blossomed & bloomed
The way you held me, every night
you're large arms around me,
so I'd sleep tight
One day you didn't look at me
quite the same
I knew Our Love had aged
and soon you drove me away
I used to be sad
that you had passed
Now I think back, happily,
to the times that we had
I know deep down
that you chose me
and you, to me, a Prince
for the time being
It's something my heart
will keep forever
Although, now,
it's just a moment in time
When we were together
Love Me Mercilessly
This ring, hot, like a brand against my skin.
Agonizing, blissful, as it permanently leaves its mark.
I covet you. I crave you. I need you.
I want your love to burn right through me.
Suffocate me. Breathe you in, fill my lungs, gasping, drowning, euphoric.
Bring me to the brink of death, with the tips of your fingers. Touch me.
Lips like cyanide; seeped through my veins, encompassed, lost in your kiss.
Your gaze pierces me like a knife.
My tortured heart beats as if its only mission is to escape its cell.
Cut down deep. Expose this frail beating heart.
I gave you my life, and you loved me mercilessly.
Take me, destroy me, envelope me, we soon become one.
I am you. You are me. We are.
Your eulogy promises to be mine:
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honor a man.
A man who sacrificed himself in two little words, and a promise to become one with me.”
In sacrificial death, you took my life with your own two hands. Till death do us part.
Bury me, leave me where I cannot be found. I’ll never leave you.
Let my epitaph read “Here lies the man who lost himself, when he found you.”
Civilization is crumbling
The Huns are at the gates
I don't know what we're becoming,
But I sure hope that it waits
The children are talking backwards
The leaders are talking in tongues
The fork’s in the soup
And we cannot recoup
The innocent days of our young
Logic treads so lightly
While knowledge devastates —
The foe’s at the gates.
The Devil’s in the details
The fat is in the fire
Up to our necks in saccharine and dreck –
Is this any way to conspire?
Don’t call for no revolution
No secret brotherhood
I've seen dinosaurs that have stood here before –
Their ways are gone for good
Common sense treads lightly
While arrogance devastates —
The Man’s at the gates.
I don't know how we got here
By what token or cosmic train
Don't know the story started –
In a garden or after a bang
But if we go and whimper
In the cruel hedges of deceit,
Then we’re just as bad
As the lies we’ve had
In our laps but could never defeat
Perdition treads so lightly
While sanctity devastates —
The end’s at the gates.
This is as close to death
is I would care to come.
I was visiting a friend
in the graveyard
under the noon day sun.
The last time I’ve seen him alive
he had bounced a few checks.
Because he owed me some money
I came to give him my opinion
and pay my last respects.
I know he’s somewhere laughing
because he doesn’t have to
make good on the check
I was on my way out
of the grave yard
when I tripped on the root
of an old oak tree.
As I pick myself up
I was praying please Lord.
Tell me you don’t have
a nice piece of real estate
waiting for me.
There was a large gray tombstone
in the shade under the tree.
Seeing that it was not meant for me,
I went closer to see what I could see.
And this is what I read.
The fact that I have never
been published, is a shame.
For the world, and the universe
will never know my name.
As proof of my existence
I’ll leave my pen behind.
For the next inspired poet
who will follow in our line.
Please consider this epitaph
as my final eulogy.
As the words on this tombstone
have been written painfully by me.
Remember always
Write what’s in your heart,
and rewrite with your head.
Describe, description
And pay homage to the dead.
Honor this resting place
and all those who know it.
For this plot is filled
with the words
of an unknown poet.
She was beautiful, loved by all
She listened to their hearts
And in love with her they did fall
When they were troubled from the very start
She never steered them wrong
Always knowing exactly what to say
To make things turn out right
She had her special way
When she died, the neighborhood came out
Much comforting they did need
How she had always helped them out
Some called her a martyr indeed
Who was she I thought to me
This l lady of whom they speak
I’m sure I never met her
She never did those things for me
I never had anyone to talk with
Who would listen when I would pout
How I wish I had a mother like her
To help me sort things out
A mother who would hold me
Whenever I skinned my knee
Or when I had a broken heart
When other kids would tease on me
How I wish that I could have a mother
Like the lady that they speak
Then my turn to greet her came
When I saw her my knees grew weak
There she was my mother,
Dressed in all in blue
Face made up and lying in a bed
The mother I never knew.
I reminisce by this railway siding pond,
Musing on rail relics rattling on,
Recalling lives and times bygone,
But memories of their shades linger on,
The lonesome call of distant steam trains,
Eras that may never come our way again,
I see they're gone nowhere in particular,
Replaced by planes and transport vehicular,
I imagine queues on foggy platforms,
Awaiting the misted trains' shadow forms,
Standing by, expecting the status quo,
I blink my eyes, where did they all go?
Looking backwards along yesterday's tracks,
I'm no kid any more, get off my back,
I reflect and reminisce,
Nostalgia is for the past we miss,
I'll reminisce by the railway siding pond,
I recall the times and lives bygone,
As rail relics keep rattling on......
Eulogy of Diamond Dee
We were all a bit FASCINATED by the COMPLACENT Diamond Dee.
She maneuvered us like puppets, and I mean all of us, not just some.
Her INVOLVEMENT with men and women was well known in Lee.
Mysterious INTRIGUE paraded with her, said more than one bum.
I am not terrific at IMAGERY but let me try to set the scene.
Evanescent jewels and sequins arrived from an INFATUATION.
Due to her pretending to be bullied by the POIGNANT and the mean.
She was the master of the criminal go-to skill of MANIPULATION.
One thing we all knew about Diamond Dee, and some spoke of it.
Her COMPLACENT attitude was nigh onto self-congratulatory.
Her eulogy was much like her obituary, full of laughter and a bit of wit.
For it was presided over by one of her ex-lovers, my Great Uncle Rory.