Long Obits Poems

Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I markedly exclaim (parenthetically)
cumulative elapsed LXIII obits
around the nearest star
dashed by at lightspeed,
and quoting James Thurber
storied fiction titled
My...

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DESCRIBE HEAVEN 

To describe heaven… let me see,
from ideas in my head?
From scriptures that have been twisted,
or verses…that I’ve read?

Heard, “Truth is stranger than fiction,”
at this…might try my hand?
Was warned if I pursue this course,
in...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The recent billion dollar lottery sent the masses into a frenzy--and...

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Memorial Day 2025

Soon Memorial day will be upon us once more,
And unhappy memories of the past will be excavated again.
My younger Brother was a highly decorated soldier
rising to the rank of Master Sergeant in his...

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The alarm blasts me awake
From a fitful night’s sleep,
Another day of bills to pay
And promises to keep.
Dropping Patanol in my eyes 
As I attempt to slowly rise,
Feeling disparate deja vus 
As my morning coffee brews.

And...

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Peel back the onion tear squeals
coming from a televised live politico lynch rally
See the sound byte rubber duckie
teflon touting 
his favorite effigy combustible hits

Penguin strutting presidential seal
got a billy goat attitude, kicking rude gutter alley
A...

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To glorify the leading star he obits the big named performer
with blank face in shabby clothing and for his part is so minute
it doesn’t matter whether he exists or not.

Although, he falls under the sword...

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NEWSPAPERMAN

Is the purpose of news to keep you informed
of current events that have already dawned?
Or is some mechanism set in that script
that triggers reactions to bite through your lip?

What is it typed in that story...

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As my hair takes on different hues,
There is gray, some white with hints of blue.

The person I see looking back at me,
When did this person start looking a little like me?

You reach a point when...

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Growing old is not for sissies
And I know that for a fact
Didn’t really become convinced
Until now to be exact

Remembering my working years
And how I’d think to myself
I can do whatever I want
When this job's on...

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Our aging- how we reckon it depends
on where we are in life that given time.
The preteen celebrates to reach thirteen-
and then at twenty-one- cheers with a beer!

The border crossed at thirty is not dire;
most times...

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And suddenly, 50 was  here, all the music got
louder, all the drivers for younger.  My hair
was on a farewell tour, visiting the sink and the
shower more than my head.  The kids got...

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Cigarettes and alcohol 
had washed her youth away.
The fresh faced girl, with the wayward curl, 
that I knew from 'yesterday'
had now been replaced, 
by something hard faced,
playing the oldest game in town.
Her painted on smile...

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By Elton Camp

Always true, it surely ain’t 
One who dies was a saint

Everyone loved him so
Friends want all to know

A smile always on his face
A fellow whom all embrace

He never did a single wrong 
Or...

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WHAT IS THE POINT
What is the point?A comment so
often made,a question  in some
bored moment.A reflection to pass
away some dull moments ‘til something
other provides a momentary distraction
to fill the mind with a temporal
train of thought.Soon...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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3rd of November
Sleepy day
Ragweed and bitters
Time drips away
Spigot of rum
Rotten limes
In the sink
Missed you again
Newspaper flies
Obits and sports
Lay in the dirt
Dog barks next door
What the hell for?
Cigarettes and coke
Scattered like quail
Across the coffee table
TV is...

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Another name is added to the ongoing list
 authors, actors, visionaries, advocates of change galore
 now, passed on to the obits of evermore.
Too many from my youth and younger ways
 found the cause and time...

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When I’m away The New York Times
Gets piled beside my door. 
(For longer trips, I hang a bag
To keep them off the floor.)

I read them all when I get back,
In order that they came,
Enjoying news...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Reading the obits they saw his demise
Their interest peaked, a crime they devised

They ransacked his home, stole memories, treasures
Not giving a thought to their hurtful measures

While robbing the dead, and raping his heirs
What gain could...

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Basic black, they chatter like 
fiancees choosing flatware, 
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the 
fine print for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such 
a young one, taken by his 

Maker, leaving children, 
such a shame!" A...

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Basic black, they chatter like
fiancees choosing flatware,
obits their compulsion, 
scanning through the
fineprint for fatalities today. 
"Albert Johnson, such
a young one, taken by his

Maker, leaving children,
such a shame!" A hunger for
the details drives these gannets
to their...

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A tiny runt who cannot run,
mom kicked me out because I limp.
The big dogs call me dumb, a gimp,
off-beat orphan, claimed by no one.

A Mowgli bumming all around,
Where is that warmer welcome mat?
there sits Bagheera,...

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