Long Morticians Poems

No Halloween Candy

I can't get no Halloween candy.
I can't get no Halloween candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

Well I'm walking door...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward,...

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PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company)... 
wont get a red cent from me
(explained by following words you see)

No...not until the 
     bitter cold temperature, 
     sans iron maiden 
     (Polar Vortex) grips 
Southeastern Montgomery County 
     (Perkiomen Valley) Pennsylvania 
 ...

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I have collected strange things… 
In this obscure life…

I have placed them in 
Little Black Onyx Boxes old and ornate covered 
inlaid with exotic stones, metals forged unknown

These objects are memories from an odd land...

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I asked him what he did?
    As he stood up and opened the lid.
He said some people call me a dumpster diver but hey that’s okay.
     He said...

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The dictionary contains many words,
Words ill never use, and others will abuse,
In wavering forms
especially political politicians as morticians.

The mind is consumed by thoughts
Some thoughts we will never share
Not many really care
What fooled owl would hoot
Now...

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My mother, for reasons she never did explain
Loved seagulls, and summer's driving heavy rain,

When she died early of cancer,
Well before she ought
And dad and me went to the morticians,
A proper coffin that we sought

When my...

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I know not when we shall shake hands again
Or hold in warm embrace for the sheer joy 
Of each sunrise and moonlight
For the plague and news of frightful deaths
In faraway lands 
Have erected monuments of...

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( Hum to the tune of "Get me to the Church on time!"

The old guy's getting married to a fat virgin,
Ding dong, the wedding hearse does shine!
That's what he gets for perving!
Get him to the...

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No-one can deny that excess deaths are now occurring 
I don't know what it will take for some to do the research!
To see the evidence presented by experts, doctors, nurses,
Morticians, witnesses, oncologists, cardiologists,  etc.
Denial...

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It is the PROMISE OF NEW KINGSHIP.  THE END OF FIGHT  'Til an unending bloody finish.
The BEGINNING OF THE MIGHTY QUEST TO END THE MYSTERY OF DEATH.  UNLIKE ANY OTHER QUEST. I...

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~~Can You Feel It~~


The rainbowed bubbles of hope in the air?
God's hands cupping the earth during
these days of a great scare?

It's time to realize that peanut brained scientists 
and  deceptive politicians,
Need a date soon...

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Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind

Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness

Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose...

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Gone are the  demons, gone are the gangs
No more mafia in their ranks.

Gone are the criminals, don't need police.
Don't need lawyers, those reformed make peace.

Money is extinct, no more bankers or casinos.
No more insurance...

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Appeared to be a normal day,
At our University of the Third Age,
Grannies and Grandads writing epic lit.,
Forgot our hearing aids and blankets....
We walked away from our class,
Drank our coffees on the grass,
One old moll began...

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Nobody looks closely
At corpses in a funeral.
You usually just see
Their faces and hands.
Who checks the bodies?

Of course it’s assumed
The bodies are all there.
They are rarely exhumed?
During the embalmings,
How much gets consumed?

Some parts are for science,
Or...

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Much finer than she was battling with death, 
Nicer than when she had survivor’s breath
Returned to her hurt face the freshest health;
Like one who’d begun anew to test wealth…

Twenty-One Gun Salute to Mortician: 
For Morticians...

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