I am sinking into the black rain,
The house is like an overflowing drain,
It is covering up all of my pain,
But cannot wash away my brain.
I am a cranky bard with a passionate soul,
It is covered with all of my isolated growls,
I am waiting for another black summer to end,
The black rain is the most gorgeous embodiment.
The right to write a letter,
To kill the conversation even better,
The last word to confess,
Here is no curse in my implausible silence.
A lazy rain am I,
The skies refuse to cry,
The obsequy is awaiting the frame to arrive,
This night provides another sight.
Even if the rain can resemble the bard,
It doesn't matter whoever recalled me so hard.
At this very moment,
The empty frame is set free and entombed.
Categories:
obsequy, allegory, death, depression, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
When I found you in bed, you had just died.
I wept; my grieving lodged inside my head;
you clearly were gone—I was horrified!
As you lay still in bed, utterly dead,
the huge shock I felt could not be denied,
as tears gave way to muffled sobs and dread.
Mother, I always had longed for your love:
you loved the one who never for you wept.
When your tired spirit had risen above,
I knew my tears were hopelessly inept;
meanwhile, we all assembled to remove
your slumbering corpse as it quietly slept.
Hours passed when we all gathered for your wake,
a solemn event that was neither good
nor sane as we all tried (for pity's sake!)
to offer our condolences if we could.
You laid there like marble—no more awake.
A victim of fate, I felt like deadwood.
The final day arrived: the ceremony
was on Sunday, which was dark and sunless;
dream-like, bizarre, and strange, all was eerie.
Distraught, I was overwhelmed and bloodless!
As they gave your last rite and obsequy,
I, too, died more than words could ever express.
Categories:
obsequy, bereavement, death, funeral, loss,
Form: Bio
I sketched your pale face in the midst of a bleached sky
waves break over the long granite jetty
on cool wet sands
I light the pipe.
I'm walking on air barefoot as the waves rush in.
Awaiting the rise of the autumn moon
ballerinas twirl above the sea wall
with angst I slowly drift towards my briny grave.
As wispy ocean tendrils weep
Will I be with ghosts of pirates?
blasé excuse
the sea awaits.
2/22/2021
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Categories:
obsequy, 12th grade, angst, conflict,
Form: Verse
Militate on one another with great passion
the nonperson,
The fusty one.
Nothing fancy, delightful or bonvivant
Having a genteel attitude, but impassible
Vagabond. Loner. Prodigious.
Yet no blandishment.
Complicated as a merman
Porous because of mutilation
The obsequy closed with an
Elegy
Rigmarole. Rigmarole.
Not the booby hatch which
hosts may
The railroad tied on knots.
Big as an intrusive blunt forced
object
The copulation of blood and oxygen
Wins over the slightly manipulated mind.
From inside, out
Hapless haploids creating the uselessness of existence
Making, permanently each place
devoured
Feeling the blades and molar impressions piercing through each layer.
Categories:
obsequy, analogy, betrayal, fear, grave,
Form: Free verse
Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers
Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush
Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her
Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by
Imagine those coils; Delilah had come to nip
Night looked on, swelled with pride remorse would rise
God of heaven and earth knew Minerva could be healed.
Nothing moves miraculously as the Almighty
Once she could hear her own obsequy; such living dead
Out on paths of ruin, Minerva ran and ran
Noon's scorcher, and blizzard, and torrents knew she'd show.
Night was of rain and song; of mind cruise to Caribbean hometown
Ideally, one sky light, alone time, and quietude was craved
God of her mother spoke nothing into something
Head lights once broken, beamed, then glowed
That spring; the new millennium sprung fresh light, water, air, and fire.
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Categories:
obsequy, abuse, addiction, blessing, butterfly,
Form: Acrostic
Huddled
together black
umbrellas mob the hearse-
in sheeting rain,they separate
in twos.
Categories:
obsequy, death, people, places,
Form: Imagism