Funeral Music Poems | Examples
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One of my favorite songs
The only one I want sung at my funeral
Puff the Magic Dragon
Sung by Helen Reddy
She may also want to sing I am Woman
Except she is gone now, but never far away
She brought such joy to my life
Whenever I think of this song
I think of Helen, and I smile
Remembering her bravery
In bringing forth women in a forthright
Wonderful, clever, equal way
A lone bugle wept as it wrapped
its plaintive message ‘round her heart
Why relentless drumbeats for another
raised hope anew for her brother
Is not ours to fathom unless
we close our eyes to death
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 of a narrative,
the wedding peals of joy
or the funeral tolls of grief.
Like the life sound of mute cattle,
wandering in the wilderness,
our innate bells reverberate
with the rhythm of harmonious existence.
The pious essence resounds
with the temple bells we ring,
the melodic offering of soulful submission
to the benevolent deity.
In the cadence of the jingle of bells,
the primeval sound of Om vibrates divinity.
Its heavenly harmonic waves
carry the devout soul to the almighty.
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 surely bestow a Christmas tingle.
Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.
A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness to overtone swells.
Suspended bronze discs reach resonant gongs,
characterized by gregarious songs.
A bittersweet bell that distantly tolls
announces angelic release of souls.
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
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 three brothers kept their grief to themselves
Sharing no feelings, for it is not manly, right?
Their saxophones did their talking for them.
“Those are my boys!” Mom said to the angels.
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 raves
But I prefer that to the maudlin tear;
Please remember, I shall be watching.
Not appreciating unnecessary waves,
I shall be very happy that I am here
In Paradise, no more frivolous botching,
Sing me here!
Written June 6, 2022
(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 died.
There was a woman from Chicago, who loved playing
loud music once too often, outside!
Her neighbors, no friends, locked her in her brown
shed, with no food at all to survive.
Poor thing, she passed away, dreaming of her favorite
tunes, to her very end.
A beautiful funeral procession was held, playing those
same tunes they so vehemently condemned.
And into heaven' s gate she did glide, where she and
her tunes gloriously, to this very day, abide!
* This is a rhyming limerick. A, A, B, B, A
August 5, 2019
10:00am PST
Amazing grace
Let the bagpipes play
While in blissful peace I lay
Beneath rolls of morning mist
Let bagpipes whine and wail
At the portal of my heart
Tugging at the gateway of my soul
Releasing timeless ageless tears
In supernal universal rhythm
As generations of kindred spirits
Swirl above the eerie misty morn
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 4, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
BRAHMS’ LULLABY*
A funeral dirge
Victrola dies mid-sentence
Edison tinkers
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Brahms’ Lullaby by Johannes Brahms
Death – Remember me Tomorrow
Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery
Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing
La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales
Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn