Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.
And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?
May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors.
Categories:
posthumous, abuse, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Popular DJ Avicii (cutting himself & bled out)
AUDIO: from the film Gladiator, "Now We Are Free"
"Sometimes in life, we're just not cut out for it, hoping people see the point," by Poet
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
As the blade search for the life of me,
The pain glides the blade with certainty,
Deeper the journey as my body writhe,
The agony lingers as I am denied relief,
~~now, let me be free
Thoughts mingle with the blood juice,
The wealth of data drowns and mutes,
Deliverer plunge to my conviction,
Released of a wretched disposition,
~~now, let me be free
Partakes in the realm of the soulless,
Contorted body claim to Earthiness,
Life teems, trilled sound, grassy green, central,
city's heart beats onward, minus a soul.
~~now, let me be free
Had all of it, all I forfeit, help me,
Your will is thy will now, let me be free
2022 August 17
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
*1st Place*
Inner conflict
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2022 August 20
Categories:
posthumous, addiction, anxiety, death, depression,
Form: Sonnet
Fifth June 2021 you passed on to glory
Seven days to your 58th birthday
Today as the world celebrates
Your 59th posthumous birthday
Your legacy of love lives on
Your legacy of charity lives on
Your legacy of forgiveness lives on
One life for Christ was all you had
One life for Christ was so dear to you
He was your strength
He was your joy
He was your all
Without Him you would have fallen
Prophet TB Joshua happy birthday!
Categories:
posthumous, anniversary, birthday, christian, death,
Form: Free verse
The dead can still be warmly applauded
Who on us in some field had lorded
And his overripe honours remembered
Which he himself must’ve numbered.
A piece of provocation
When earnestly it had been waited for,
A never lessening expectation
From every supposed worshipping knock on his door;
Body movements of the dismayed at a delay,
Disappointed reflections on the sun being overhead and no hay.
On the palms of next of kin dropped
Who would his appreciation voice unstopped
But Alas not first mystically consulting the winner,
By this omission making himself some sort of sinner.
Arrives at a time
Winner’s earthly clock has ceased to chime
And he had off zoomed for a court business
That brooks no human witness.
Categories:
posthumous, confidence, death, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
Posthumous
Cries in the town
Ruthless to say
A posthumous born
From southern gay
Legs were stopped
Gentleman wired
Your say for today
Hairless palate drawn
Towards to meet two eyes
No words for comments
Because all equal, same play
Dears, grow maize for breath
North has inflated hand for save
You sleep, as usual in sound
Because leaders answer in full fledge
Forget your children's future
Forget yourself for all
My town was dug for us to pay
No revenge, love affairs of citizens
Are you eating food or not!
No concern to remember
Hospitals' bed are turning at cold grave
strongest are traders and representatives
To kill you all in this beautiful play.
(Corpse's warns)
Categories:
posthumous, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse
What, no applause?
No one told them they were supposed to like your work.
Like Dickinson and Van Gogh
One day your talents will surface
Posthumously, perhaps
Treasures uncovered
Would fate have it any other way?
*Inspired by Brian’s blog and written for his 1 to 8-line poem contest
Categories:
posthumous, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse