say you are master
of what became disaster
problems with plaster
Small piece fell from corner
making me become mourner
need plaster adorner
Pine straw in eaves troughs
water on my deck
so oh well and what the heck
caused wreck on my deck
ite in wreck
plaster fell from ceiling
which really sent me reeling
never appealing
what was revealing
my fanatical feeling
from me were stealing
Categories:
mourner, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Mourner In A Corner
What he must be is some mourner;
He has been boxed up in a corner;
Around poke,
And then joke;
Am shocked that he is a real stoner.
Jim Horn
Categories:
mourner, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes I reach for you and find an empty space,
In the once warm places,
Where you used to lie,
I moan and sigh,
Mourning you so intensely that I wish to die,
Just so that I
Wont have to say:
"I miss you" for yet another day.
A whole person you've left burning,
Now broken and scattered with yearning,
For a face that never floats by,
That has ripped the moon from my sky,
Leaving an oasis devoid and dry,
Without even a goodbye.
But as the sun preens in its prime,
We shone brightly,beautifully and then ran out of time.
Categories:
mourner, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Turn not deaf to the stern clamor,
Frozen upon my mourner’s lip;
Whose cry has weakened the desire in me,
Desire to rest in the arms of slumber;
Greeting my open eyes, tired,
For an infinite slumber!
That shall transcend the limits of serenity,
And whisper to me the music of eternity;
Turn not blind to that covetous bosom ,
Holding haplessly to a mocked heart;
And a deluge of despair
Down his pale cheek streaming,
For who shall dry his abrasive skin?
With tears, filling one lipless grin!
And I lay muted in my hallowed bier,
While the fists of oblivion upon my wreath,
Get me acquainted with this calamity in spare
Following the era of my departure;
But to my mourner, I ask
To mourn me not with an apparel of black;
To lament me not with such brooding contrition;
And shed not tears upon my bed;
And chant not of my departure;
Rather look for my closure
Categories:
mourner, beautiful,
Form: Dramatic Verse
I mourn the worst sorrows.
The shifty deception of
gullible children and
senile elders.
The blindness to reality
injected into many unlucky
fetuses, the worlds of
wonder they are born into,
smiling and ready to
accept these evil lies.
Like the wise men and women
they were, they rejected
their own teachings and
trampled upon the covenants
of their fathers, replacing
them with the tyrannical
anarchy of natural man,
forever a beacon in the vacuum,
a warning to those who dare
dance at the edge of the forest,
and dip their feet in the water
of unclouded streams.
Categories:
mourner, freedom, innocence, slavery,
Form: Free verse
Well is it you, the mourner
Balled up in the pathetic corner
Dried tears upon your face
With no one to share an embrace
Nobody gives you pity
You're just a beggar in the city
Your teeth are old an rotten
Your humanity, to them, forgotten
But to me, my friend, I'm sad
To see a life that turned so bad
The smile that you once wore
Cannot be bought at any store
The money you try to borrow
Cannot release you from this sorrow
But only relieve you from the pain
But not relieve you from the rain
Where is the home you had?
Could it really have been that bad?
I know not whether to give you food
Or money, lest I seem shrewd
You in the corner, come into the light
Walk aways with me tonight
There's a building that you must see
That can bring peace to you, to me
White marble, an angel above
Can you not feel your father's love?
I know it may seem hard right now
But wipe the sweat from upon your brow
And smile, you aren't alone
With me, and with God, you're home
Categories:
mourner, life, people, tribute,
Form: Lyric
day after day
he came here
his mournful tale to tell
upon an old torn suit
he was in the world
unlucky was the lot
so said he
old coal mourner
digging out
was his revered job
upon the treasury land
from dawn to dusk
digging for nice one
the revered old lord
so said father
upon enugu coal city
now that the tunnels
are deeper than abyss
o, from the death-traps!
thither he had fled
Categories:
mourner, satireold, old,
Form: I do not know?