Mortuary Poems - Poems about Mortuary

Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten...

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He gets up from the death bed A dream or madness? My thoughts wander A worrying chill runs down my spine I throw up hard, then blindly faint The air grows thick, my vision blurs Shadows whisper, I hear their distress calls Silent scares echo through the mortuary hall My spirit then leaves my body behind I die. The dead man comes alive Our...

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A VISIT TO THE MORTUARY Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi Sleeping on the slab Surrounded by kith and kin In a conference of blab No thought of sin All opinions in the bin Naked like a newborn Helpless like a lost chick No thought about the morrow Dreams and aspirations long forgotten Intoxicated by silence None to see her fears The future wrapped in loneliness Like...

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Can’t a rich corpse remain in a fridge While the bereaved have gaps to still bridge? The outrage that descends on faces Varies with minds, background and races, Deferment of interment a choice; On the subject it can’t be one voice... God had carried it out with Moses: St. Jude Verse 9 of the matter closes, Satan with Michael contesting corpse Not perturbed by...

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I cannot find The Excellent In what is Largely Repellent: If one swam a cold river, One was liable to shiver… I won`t heed Lord`s Minister, Who dwells on The Sinister: Often about Mortuary Rather than Clean Sanctuary: Neglected Nude Sinner`s Corpse Which on trodden bare floor drops! Your Priests who watch White Clerics Have never heard them drop...

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Till tomorrow a nasty style Nigerians stretch a bold mile: Sermons which begin with obituary And proceed to The Mortuary… The Waiting Choice of Deaconess Emmanuela Seeking and discovering The Best Umbrella For mandating sinners’ fastest repentance Of deeds that might no more clinch penance. Also, of Pastor Prince at war with Theological Schools, Because break a...

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There has never been a southpaw, Who has the crushing show made poor; Each in the ring a carnivore, His left hook, his wasting death jaw, Your swollen eyes already a law Before the last bout on the floor. A lateral body positioning That The Left Thing keeps conditioning, From the ring catapulting a victim...

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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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Mortuary is a place full of hope They pray for an opportunity That one day they go there To live forever quiet peace In freedom from noisy men And troubling world of the living Its heaven for the dead Praying to the Almighty Not to vacate it at all For dangerous lonely hole That knows no visitor The place without festival of laughter Mortuary is a place...

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When I lay in the mortuary, Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey. Throughout life, at times, I lived wary. I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry. When I lay in the mortuary, Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery, About my death don’t ask questions, Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions. Few would come...

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Be not sad, Be joyful and glad Listen to Tchaikovsky not Mahler Throw a party Laugh and eat hearty At the Happy Smily Funeral Parlor....

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A Guesthouse For space citizens Before take-off...

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The picnic at december end The mob in the party Restively chanting to God For their healthy mortal existence Tick tuck tick the tickling clock The expected desire reached Happy new year choruses Roaring among the mob to the air Hisses from the mouths of lovers Warmth in the cold From hugs Clitterings in the air from knockout Boom bang from a missileous knockout Overwhelmed the varieties The melancholic...

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There is no one else to blame for how my life has turned out, but me. I could change and be like everyone else only seeking the pleasure of the moment; But I’ve found little comfort in it, And the pain of loneliness soon returns. So, I should be proud of the man that I’ve become. Yet, I find myself struggling to do...

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