Long Gravedigger Poems

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Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t...

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Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle
who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway
It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment
My aunt...

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Cahill Minot Assignment
July 23, 2009

Gravedigger and his assistant
“Come on, dig the grave much deeper. You always dig such shallow graves, and then the coffin is too close to the surface, causing too many cosmetic problems...

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The historical Stone Walker sings gravedigger, dearth songs. 
A warning: the End Times are approaching and almost upon us.

In a land called the Monongahela across the river and down highway 10 west to the northern...

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It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
      Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting the burning of the Jews, flat
...

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Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean — 
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity

I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet...

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to...

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With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride
	to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ...
shovel down...

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Lost warrior


There is a grave where my heart was once in peace.
It has been used and consumed, taken piece by piece.
Now the hands that want to take my only happiness,
Reach into the black hole inside...

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To the gravedigger, dear sir
let the ivy grow and the rain fall in the stele
As a flower fall from Eden, I hear the angels sing
While I slightly twist and turn in the God’s acre, so...

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It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he...

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The light comes on and my heart ablaze
A man named Chang completes catharsis
One cross of power brought genesis
To enlarge one's coast in adding another
The results rang resolute from Great Beyond
Dreams of majestic meetings imagined for...

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Master Poet - This has been how I have been addressing,
Harry Horsman - who has been, to the verse world, a blessing;
Depth, decorum, delightfulness, and dovish dynamism,
Shines and reflects on his personality like a prism...!

‘A...

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It's the resolution graveyard
for those good intentions, cursed,
opening hours from New year's day
to February first.
Here's a pile of treadmills,
dumbbells stacked up near the gate,
abandoned by the desperate
who promised to lose weight.
The hungover who'd had enough,
repenting...

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That woman is so magnetic beautiful,
as long as she keeps her coffin-mouth closed
Her vapor death got a mean kick ...
two hooves in the chest
A cemetery kiss that will make you fatally sick,
I’m talking donkey breath
Mr....

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yet they thrive.
there's no other way: they like the soap opera.
subliminal, it opens a hole in their brains.
then they sleep lobotomized,
to wake up lambs with stale bread in the morning,
happy and huddled together on the...

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Yo bro.  . . got what you said,
look in to put us poets to rest,
I've got news for you home boy,
This turf ain't big enough for the 
two of us! 

Get down and get...

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He never did see a face though only a board width away,
yet remembers feeling privileged, spending those last few moments
while trying so hard to find the softer soil to lessen the impact
upon the brass plated...

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She wore a bright pink stain gown
Indeed, the prettiest, she was in town 
Yet no man has ever sought her, 
Lo! And behold, the grave digger’s daughter

Encased in a web of gossip and lies
The bonds...

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The casket was buried in flowers,
A pungent smell for a grave,
Clock of life ticking down the hours,
Soft petals flying up to heaven's gate,
Silence echoes in the ivory tower,
A wingless angel sorrow by trait,
Limit intended for...

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I thought I was pretty numb, but some s%$# stings. 
I'm a peice of s^%$ swarmed by snakes in the grass
People don't ask, because they seen the facts.
Can't hold down shit with the opposite sex.
It's...

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Welcome to the land
Where masters become slaves
Where shovels speak in tongues
And souls are often sold
Welcome to the part where your curse will unfold
Eternally devoured by worms made of mould

Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in...

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Freely Asked And Wholly Answered
In Each Others Touch.
This As Much As More
And Never Less Than All.

Strange And Wondrous 
Beauty Thou Art Rare
To Thus Descend 
Upon Me Now As I,
Stand Thus Transfixed
Transformed Again,
Turned By Ancient Fingers...

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When she picked up her first gun,
she felt sheer exhilaration
When she took the first shot,
she felt supreme elation
She craved caressing the cold power
in her hand
She loved pressing the trigger
again and again
Metal orgasm was better than...

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Sour ground ... 
burial lots, where the worms defile
Tear moistened dirt
hardened by fretting hearts,
fearful of the pulse pendulum clock

Time moves mournfully on a crooked drop,
six-feet motion of tainted tick-tock
The skeleton key
can’t open casket thoughts 
bound...

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