Long Pallbearers Poems

Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, 
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two...

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Sat in his chair, the tv still on
He’s not changed the channel for so very long
The message on screen says a shut down’s ensuing
But press any button to carry on viewing

The remote, untouched on the...

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Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!

The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two 
thousand nineteen)

where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human...

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First person shooter,
on a hate tour of duty,
swinging a bullet sling blade
Buying a death row ticket,
worth fifteen minutes of fame
First person murder shooter;
womb-to-the-cradle-to-the-grave robber,
using your Automatic Revolver
to solve your anti-social mental problems
Sharpen that sling blade
on...

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I’m famous but they’ll never know me 
I will never publish my poetry 
and risk public violence against my honesty
Though fame was always my destiny 
Freedom fighters died so my voice could be as loud...

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Off to Nain, Jesus, his disciples and the crowd.
See the gate! Approach the fate of Nain.

Coming out of the gate, a widow, and a crowd.
Her only son was being carried out of Nain.

This son of...

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The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home

On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse, 
I develop...

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Just the vicar
                            four pallbearers
   ...

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In Our Hearts (Legacy)

When we lay you, gently,
in the most glorious mahogany box.
And you are borne high on shoulders of six pallbearers.
When we march, lazily, like a pack
of starving school children, 
dressed in black robes...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears on the, wheel, almost went blind.
Silent pallbearers, waited, white gloved.
Upset...

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'Round about eight o'clock each evening the massive iron gates are closed.
The moon's mellow glow shines upon spectral scenes that are now exposed!
Phantoms that by day lie peacefully in their graves now freely roam,
Reliving mortal...

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the hill many people passed over
the hill, like a one, not too high or rough 
extended from the backyard of a hometown, 
the hill that is smoother and easier than a half moon

nevertheless, the people...

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“I feel my life so empty. It is preferable to fill a tomb to being doomed to live out a life that is empty” ~ By Poet.


Darkness encompasses my space.
My future is seen so bleak...

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Marginalized middle finger people
moving upwardly mobile
on a quality-of-life escalator going always down

Mall pallbearers for the palladium pocketeers,
(them who bring forth weekly pocket tears)
Three-piece suit gator claws with Wall Street wolf ears

Kiss-the-ring finger people
trying to climb...

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The old kings are about to lose their crown,
young upstarts are about to swat them out of the way
Father time has knocked another aging champ down,
it's really sad to see greatness turn into mediocre play
Start...

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Shadows in the dark keep staring at me and a visible image is walking swiftly behind me, the sun rises with pain in my head and the villagers are walking towards the cemetery to bury...

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Thank you for walking with me
Through the rugged, ridged road.

Thank you for holding my hand
When I thought I had to walk alone.

Thank you for your kind words
That made my heart at ease.

Thank you for your...

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Somtimes in the night alone
I get up to visit your throne
On bended knees for children
The outcast travelling far
From the rest of heaven
Sometimes to beg for a star

Nights can be dark when clouds
Like pallbearers and shrouds
Suds...

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Joe Licon

1904-1920

Who was that coughing at my side?

Which of my manly pallbearers

Leaned upon my casket

On that distant funeral day?

Who was it that yawned,

Loudly, sleepily, lazily,

On the day they covered my bones with dry dirt,

Here in...

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when a leader of the pallbearers stands high 
on the front of a funeral palanquin recites a dirge 
ringing a bell held in his hand

the pallbearers’ response to the dirge 
stepping one on forward and...

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 Nothing lasts forever,
    not even November rain.
Not even the tired old bodies
      we are given to hold.

I remember how we spoke 
        to one another,
way back, a long time ago.
Pontificating like priests
    delivering our sermons.
We were boys, though
      we...

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(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or...

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R.I.P-Noah Holden

What’s the point to life if the result is death,

Nobody knows when they’ll draw their last breath,

Your heart is like a clock, with each beat it ticks your life away,

As each second goes by...

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Pallbearers filled the bus
 
Off to funerals in an angry rush
 
It’s the wicked; they say who have no peace

 That’s why the Pallbearers get their release 

They chose to capture all these kind
 
Stifling...

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Does anyone see the people, perhaps its just a crowd 
Does anyone hear thunder, from inside a popcorn cloud
Does anyone smell the fire, after lighting up a smoke 
Does anyone taste hunger, before the gluttony...

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