Mortician Poems - Poems about Mortician

Where there's a will there's a funeral death is a fact of life a grave undertaking for a mortician and one day some day you and I will wake up dead hopefully the lifetime led was of our own making too late for looking back no regrets and yet it's appalling when we wind up in a winding sheet waiting on that beir aside from six feet under where do we go from...

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What be Ye, Preacher or Mortician? A mortician prepares and buries the remains. The hole he or she digs is for a lifeless corps, free of soul. And the eulogy is of poppies and the utterance of past misdeeds restrained. A preacher lifts and builds the spirit with truth. The gates he or she illuminates is for souls of the...

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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 I’d turn a musician In all my songs rank one Perfect Magician; I wouldn’t trouble the word ‘Beautician’… Then, cash does motivate...

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Ahead of a just fixed funeral He'd started counting its numeral: Negotiator of the fairest price. For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice... Negotiator meets, too, Mortician And relates to him as Beautician: One is as good as partaker, Who goes around as undertaker "Well, he's for badly frowning corpses Owners pay thousands for cleaned lapses". Man wants his wife's corpse to start smiling; If this...

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maybe mortician as well as politician are ammunition destruction at lid accurately measure grid of things we forbid when we will mingle those with disease out single should see my shingle real quiet and cute she has learned how to commute is not destitute we must invade scene need an airborne vaccine for each king and queen should fear sin and lust or hang head in disgust in God always trust what...

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Our morticians are thanking their god For a year where they all earned a wad Though some were burnt Many more weren't Still, their best work lies under the sod!...

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Even with death The Man’s gotta bargain a price So I suppose that’s why that fat a** mortician As a sales technique Made my wife and I pick who gets to sit From the one available chair In his lavender lobby For a full hour the morning after Before he bothered to waddle out Wiping bean soup from his forehead Ushering us in to his...

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All hail the village mortician his bearing, proper patrician Sterling the gent's reputation throughout his chosen vocation A man of dignity and reserve whose stare can a ghost unnerve Frankly, he makes me quite nervous though one day I'll be needing his service...

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The lighting - it was over-bright above the table where she lay, her skin dead cold but lovely white. The lighting -it was over-bright, He loved work best alone at night. With corpses he could have his way. The lighting - it was over-bright above the table where she lay. Written June 19, 2016...

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====================== The lighting, it was over-bright She seemed to merely be at rest I'd made her up just right despite the lighting (it was over-bright!) When caught in a carress, one might need not confess but ought suggest the lighting. It was over-bright ...She seemed to merely be at rest ======================...

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The Secret of the Mortician Dead, but I got eyes Prepares my body at the morgue Opens the chest Drains the blood from its nudity Admires my body before it decays After The process of embalming His hands run all over I'm still dead He's satisfied The next day Writes an outstanding obituary I sit on display ~SKAT~...

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Nightly in the mirror she would stare, and pull out clumps of her own hair. Wigs she wore during the day, while doing things her way. Neighbors said the way she walked, the way she talked was very creepy. For quite some time she was able to maintain, the fact that she was slowly going insane. People did notice when she...

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"I tie the shoelaces together on my dead," says my local mortician, "because if a zombie apocalypse were ever to happen, it will most certainly be an hilarious situation."...

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So, this is it then, no Borealis How abysmal the beginning is After that climax of wondering Comes just this, this replica. Thoughts keep me company, still yet Make all the memories go, go, go! Incessant replays with constant reverb Strike the fork and see where it bounces I think my skin is gone now, mostly Still I feel it crawling not away but...

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Soo surprising my god Its never black and white they are all frauds the medium says you can tell me something but what does the crystal ball really have to say? a key to the fairytale and something you are trying to say Here it is detective Here is those that have fallen into the trap They have all died differently mercilessly just...

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