Funeral Nonsense Poems

Another day, another ghostly glitch
The catholic church stained glass
shouldn’t be as grey as it was today.
More and more the molding frays
I can hear the coffins...

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Where is Twitter?
Who is or what is X?
I do not mean Super X?
I want to tweet a rumor
I was away for a few days
I am...

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The Vote
The lights are out, the night is still,
The window’s ajar, there’s a sudden chill.
Goosepimples multiply all over my skin,
I know what I’ve done is...

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Common Wisdom is not really either. For example ..
1. Let the past bury the past

Can not be done that way.
Use funeral parlors, or celebrate a...

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I'm often called upon to write a verse
for someone's birthday or a funeral,
four or eight lines,
rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA.

But here are no rhyming...

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I think all poets
know the refrain: 
“May he rest in peace...”

The blessed phrase,
Known to every card
writer; to every jingle
reciter – even Clay, the
Fighter, quite The...

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I met a guy in the dairy section of my local grocery store 
He was carrying an over-the-shoulder, leather purse 
He had a purple scarf...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Use to Be

My best friend... 
I would bring things to you. 
You needed or wanted. 
I would talk to you for hours, 
about whatever you...

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Loss

How can I express, 
something that can not be written down, 
unless you can grasp lightening, 
harness thunder, shush a whisper…
or ask your self if...

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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California Cold 

Rented cars…
every month the cost?
Bread and milk.
Why? 
To go get my kids. 
I had to. 
My own car was bad, 
unreliable, and dangerous....

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Grandma

My hands hesitate here… hovering over the keyboard…
Numb, hard to make do as I ask…
This should be happy, 
but I am…
crying.

I miss her. 

She smoked...

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This is my sorrow, my voiceless sorrow.
A damnable mourning to my vulnerability.
A suffering of the heart, captive of thresholds the sins I watch.
Speak truth to...

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Some days...sometimes I just wish
I just wish the dreams I dream
I just wish the dreams that shudder me awake
I just wish the dreams that haunt...

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