Funeral Music Poems

It started in three thousand BC
When for survival, warning sounds were key
These utility communications
Building sender-receiver relations

Secular signs, religious ritual
The use of bells became habitual
Calling to...

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Acoustic dancers in the air,
symphony of multimetal harmony,
resonates the melody of human soul
in enchanting echo of sonorous spell.

The bells chime for somebody, 
serenades the tune...

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Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.

Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.

Some little bells can echo a jingle
that...

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On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Music fills the air

The requiem starts
Faure's genius is heard
In every ear...

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"Tears, grief, memories and tributes of respect. "

                ...

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The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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Brothers agreed on almost nothing
Except the sax, which bound them spiritually.
They came together to play at their mother’s funeral
She was watching, naturally, loving her sons

All...

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Sing me here an old-timey hymn
Like “Amazing Grace” or “Jesus Saves,”
Sing it lustily before my bier,
Nothing overly sad, morose, or grim
My funereal may elicit some...

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Lately I’ve been Fighting DemoNs
For what seems like no reason
Kick me out like I’m a heathen
You broke my heart, now that’s treason
You were my only...

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For my very special birthday,                                        ...

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Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality...

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(1943-2003)

He was a renegade. 
He was a rebel all his days.
Then something broke inside. And I, I --  
I cried and cried when Warren...

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In my magical garden,                     ...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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Daddy's piano plays my sadness
The funeral of a feeling
with a funny uncle at the mass

The windows feel the breeze
it's  6 pm in the afternoon,...

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