Mortem Poems - Poems about Mortem

Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”) the purported line Brutus uttered after assassinating Julius Caesar. Alternatively titled: The prose and consequential arguments for the death penalty. An attempt to resuscitate the following rambling...

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Highlight of Goofus and Gallant bred within the survival instinct of hungry hordes of prey, when Earth in the balance against an uncomfortable truth smug smurf like scavengers. Punishment meted out and limited by the poison yielded courtesy iron maiden of hand-to-hand mortal kombat. Only when...

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After poor old Mortimer was dead by his grave ~ a flowerbed...

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Their hands glide across his skin like death The coolness of hands, without emotion, felt by none 'It burns, it freezes, it hurts so much, make it stop' Is what he would say had he one breath of life left Instead he lays there with a slack, stone cold expression His eyes closed to hide the lack of life they...

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-Only a Poet- is envious of the dead (Amtrak R5: June, 2021)...

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Distant melancholic music plays. Dead flowers swoon and sway In the molten breeze of an August afternoon. Colors lost too soon, Faded and forsaken by the relentless beat Of an angry sun. Forlorn and forgotten by the living, Sight and scent no longer giving pleasure To jaded eyes ever longing For the newness of things. Alas, death saves its own, Finding home in a wasteland of...

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Is this life we live, the life we know, really death from another plane Is the hurt we suffer, and the struggle we bear, the result of another realm Are the visions we see, and the insights unnamed, but a window into that world Is what we call life, what they call death, with its reckoning left untold (Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2020)...

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We are what we do; we are what we say As day becomes night, and night becomes day We are twice begotten; we are twice betrayed Forgiveness in hiding —redemption misplayed (West Philadelphia: February, 2020)...

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twisted chains in the very fabric of their existence... come join in the resistance shattered glass out on the patio vanished corpse out of thin air in peril the vortex shimmers at the call of nature strangled by fragments of false decorum we left a sign out in the parchment area having no visitors allowed inside of property an infested entity filled with...

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Post Mortem by David Lustrup 2011 Here I lay....dead Icy ,black, thick blood, motionless in my veins Yet i see from my eyes. Numbness, this world of grey. I hear the sound of birds wings--scratching, fluttering, playing in reverse. I lay in rigor, the world goes by in scattered frames. And the sound is out of sync. Deafening silence. The icy chill in...

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Yes, death has always been a joke That wise ones play on lesser folk, And childlike eyes around campfire Grow wide as fiction’s fake desire Invokes a poetry of fear That truly clouds the atmosphere, For even fools can mount a tale Where facts can’t make the story stale. Oh sure we’ve all seen people die On movie screens, projected lie, Though close friend’s death...

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One day for sure our life must end as we depart from foe or friend, from pain or strife, despair or joy our body just a broken toy. While friends all weep and foes rejoice will we then listen to their voice and wonder why we are not dead but still can hear the things they said. It's...

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What was this unarticulated joy that beat inside my chest? That which was expected and is past reflected numens chanting to my spirit, as if subdivided in my superconsciousness, I may not bear them as a whole though holy they may be... one mystery selects a lifetime as its drum and makes the years crescendo poco a poco from its...

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post-mortem note to mr. eliot dearest thomas, having lived long enough to see the a-bomb drop, one wonders if you had rethought your infamous ending to “The Hollow Men,” for most certainly the world will not go with a whimper, we would be so lucky to be rolled up in the fetus position down deep in a shadowy corner, to wither away “whimpering” a slow...

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Post Mortem Did you hear them sing dirge: When the world comes crashing down on me, Did you hear those voices across the divide? A cacophony of tormented brain All dead and moldy like forgotten bread, Dust to dust, Ashes to ashes; Their lives begin to wan ...

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