Long Mausoleums Poems

A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned,...

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And shake off the mantric spells ringing in your conditioned minds
            but remember and preserve the great sanskrit treatises
     ...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails...

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That afternoon at Highgate
When my life had paused awhile, 
Old graves and headstones greeted 
With their sad and forlorn smile.

Smirched epitaphs stared at me
My call they wanted to know, 
Though vowed in pensive silence
With the...

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And the cemetery was fresh and vivid green 
when we took our bikes down the paths of it -
past stones and trees and mausoleums and grass as far as we could see,
carefree on that muggy...

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Helen, Troyless
by Michael R. Burch

"The face that launched a thousand ships..."

Helen, bright accompaniment,
accouterment of war as sure as all
the polished swords of princes groomed to lie
in mausoleums all eternity...

The price of love is not so...

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Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion
Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses
In God We Trust but who listened to Nietzsche who proclaimed that she...

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"The face that launched a thousand ships ..."

Helen, bright accompaniment,
accouterment of war as sure as all
the polished swords of princes groomed to lie
in mausoleums all eternity ... 

The price of love is not so high
as...

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Unwrapping both a blessing and a curse, extracts	
Love’s essence painting souls and framing them abstracts.
 
Too brazen into Jung’s collective we were when,
Our fists were punching holes up through the floors of Heaven.
  
We...

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Wake up to the magnitude of the responsibility you shoulder
In singing the destiny humankind deserves
Betraying secrets to the egregious egret whose stakeholder
In his demented demeanour reserves  

The right to plan, design and manufacture weapons...

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Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...

Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial

dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with...

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Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night.
Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright.
These are the areas, I call them my home,
secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs.
Once I awake from a sleep...

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Small rolling hills, valley plots,
nothing regimented,
graves not scattered, but placed
among natural features.
It’s beautiful here
especially in the Fall.
The Maples are tall and burning bright.

There are new graves among the old.
I thank all of them
for being here...

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Every morning upon rising
Routinely searching my vital signs
As a poverty stricken person
Searches pockets for spare change.
The grim news reports,
The skyrocketing death tolls,
Mausoleums more populated
Than the emptied churches,
Many desperately seeking God
From the confines of their dwellings.

I...

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Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles....

Bearing their canines for the throne to behold

The petrified flesh of these fruits they share

Decomposing souls, which might have once been

Had they ever learned? Had they ever known?

Caught within these crowds...

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"Some of us have secrets – William Tell." 

Some of us have secrets. 
Well, we all have secrets, William Tell. 
We sweep them under the carpet, 
or trade, for better things. 

Some things we exchange,...

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Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles....

Bearing their canines for the throne to behold

The petrified flesh of these fruits they share

Decomposing souls, which might have once been

Had they ever learned? Had they ever known?

Caught within these crowds...

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Silence morphs the call of falling dusk
Gathering under fiery skies, 
Stilled leaves in somber silence hang
Moping at the darkness that plies.

Dusty paths the home-bound cattle plod
Syrupy chirping of birds in flight, 
Smoke from the earthen...

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Contortions beloved china doll ballets; fallacies repertoire?!

Sublime, embarking upon another vigilant mnemonic journey

As ever searching these sinuous theatres jigzaw corridores to well find

A maxims inverted souvenir....

Effusions waterfall of wisdom to contest this mortuaries enigma!?

Discernful images...

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I'm in need of bamboo flooring, 
waxy candles born of cocoa,
incense burning jasmine flames
and sandals with their soles in cork
Attrium expanses burning
leaves of green impressed on glass
biting each last burst of sun
with moving shadows on...

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With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks  and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who  sleep within can never  be seen

As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a...

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Downtown Dayton cityscape
can be seen clearly (on a clear day)
from the grassy knoll on top
of the Woodlands cemetery.

Most of the more fancy mausoleums
face any other way though,
as if the successfully dead
had prospered and were now
disinterested...

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They loiter
in memory's mausoleums,
old chants, 
those gilded liturgies,
ready to resurrect
and eat through the ear
with promises
under the finery 
of polished myth.

Grafted onto our very bone,
these structures scaffold history 
and who we are. 
Now, stripped of flesh,
they...

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Creeping behind the shadows 
Awed by its extravagant architecture
Nighttime has arrived
I peered into the dark historical ages

Ornamental columns carved with exquisite designs
Soured into the sky
The scale of axial symmetry 
Has conquered my eyes

Entering a garden...

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Rife with abstractions, and still just listening;
Leaning on pages, the night keeps glistening.
Ripping at seams, no intentions of fixing
As leaks spring up in the darkness of evening.
        ...

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