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Inevitable Procession

If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor 
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me. 
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor 
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?

A Procession of Life

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A Procession of Souls

Though we are fallen,
we can still find beauty.

And gentle spirits,
clothed in living flesh.

The world of woe,
will still have its graces.

There flows a current,
upon the dark river.

That holds truth in life,
following the hard path.

Reaching for the stars,
we survive the crush.

Yet we cannot hold,
the weight forever more.

when spirit crosses,
and light fills the darkness.

Maybe then we'll find,
the love that was promised,
a long time ago!

Summer's Procession

Summer's parade
Is on its way.
Cirrus pennons
At the forefront
As high skied, and of their shape
Foreshow who celebrate
With kites that day.

Best procession!
Fun's; unrestrained!
Life, the benign
Which radiates
In sync with bouncy posture
And a ball-rolling gesture
Our part. - you're gained!

A Style of Seeking Heaven

His participation won't be needed
But he has this fact not heeded:
To their church his father's lands ceded
And church-building time had them weeded.

It is in real mystery shrouded;
When the issue was raised halls crowded.
"Here men have ascended God's Heaven,
One with six plots he soon made seven
Joel with ten he dragged to eleven,
And this buffoon prefers their cession,
"Happy he's heading church procession."

For "Chief" James had hoped participation,
His picking an anticipation
Building towards preoccupation...

Spring Procession

April's scratchy rain
drives daffodils ornate glow
garden temple bliss

spiked blooms of proud gold
sweet charm of composed spires
in sunlight leisure

drift to awareness
canopy of yellow buds
that come up for air








Composed: April 20, 2021

A Funeral Framed

The funeral procession 
Moved in silence
Through the empty lane;
Otherwise,
A busier street of,
Puddles during rain,
And those buzzing horns off,
On all by-lanes,
Gave no goosebumps,
As always.
	
The sumptuous ride,
of the fabulous virus,
Created fear amongst the masses.
The funeral of my friend too 
Laid off in silence.
Only a handful loved ones
Could attend her last rites.

I remembered, 
Those golden school days,
A few decades back,
Then we shared our tiffin
And gossips together.
Knows not when we lost
The contacts of each other.
Meanwhile,  life got busier
With the challenges as ever.

Today,
Her freshness smiles in a frame
Where the breeze couldn’t caress
Her pepper white hairs even in vain.

When I looked back, I realized; 
The worth of one’s presence in our precious lives!

All Rights Reserved!
Geetha Jayakumar


May her soul rest in peace.

Procession of Days

Life is a procession of days,
They fly past us,
With acute precision,
They keep us with a vision,
Times  are floating by,
We live in days,
At times happy,
At times sorrowful,
And at times dull,
Yet our count on earth,
Continues to evaporate,
The doctor comes,
The priest comes,
Our lives and our times vanish.

Saeta of the Procession

(a saeta is a brief, improvised
gypsy song, associated with
the high emotion of the
Holy Week processions)

Once a year 
O Santiago 
we gather here 
for this farrago. 

Our sandals wear 
the same old track - 
once round the square, 
then shuffle back. 

With sinners' cones 
on every head 
we gaze on bones 
of saints long dead 

we hum and strum 
and ring and sing 
but don't accomplish 
anything. 

This stop and go, 
it's all in vain - 
the static flow, 
the Dance of Spain.

New Orleans Funeral Procession

There goes a lonely soul in a coffin 
carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace  

a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up
the brass band follows: 

the trumpet vomits blood from its shredded heart,
one step forwards leaning to left
the trombone steps backward heaving a heavy sigh,  
two steps leaning to right;
when the saxophone scatters wandering spirits in the air 
the spirits twist their bodies with the sax yearning for lost paradise;
the tuba, on the verge of tears, struggles to advance out of breath,
keeps swaying its bulky body trying not to fallout from the line. 

The enchanting melodies of Dixieland, 
appeal not only to the mourners but 
curious bystanders ears as well.

Procession

Stately,slender trees-
Procession towards heaven
From the woods uphill

The Funeral Procession

The Funeral Procession


By Elton Camp


The town’s richest old miser finally died
So only a few cars went on the final ride


Out to the cemetery to see him put away
Where he would stay until judgment day


A man on the sidewalk removed his hat
It was nice to see such respect as that


What I saw next looked  so much worse
Laughing in the car behind the hearse


The five in the car were in a good mood
It made me ask who could be that crude


My companion explained the lack of cares
“That car is the one carrying all his heirs.”

Spirited Procession

fog's fingertips creep
moon silently cackles, grins...
soft glow on blackness

twisted trees moan, creak
pumpkins' wrinkles choke, dig deep...
lit up distortions

shuffling, shifting steps
spirited procession, screams...
smiles flash, trick or treat!  





*** Sept. 9 2010
for Linda-Marie's Halloween haiku contest :)

Procession of the Dead

All in a dream 
A procession
A walking past 

A feeling of their acceptance
All ages seen but mainly a happy old 
Another strange dream best left untold

Some faces I recognise there
Seen with a smile a wave old Granddad
So my lovely Grandma the paternal side

There look are the kind Mr and Mrs Lozelle 
There between them in their holding hands
There pretty little Jacquie

Overcome with emotion 
Even in dreams
Let me see no more


Dedicated to Mr & Mrs Lozelle and Jacquie from my dream, killed in a tragic car accident
in 1971

Procession

See the pollens and spores
from flowers and weeds
and all manner of life
sparkle on a stray breeze
in the late afternoon
sunlight.
Know that the dust in your house
is mostly you and your spouse
and what ever children are
still hanging around,
and that thousands  of creatures
call that dust
home.
Hear that scientists are concerned
with the melt of polar ice
that releases ancient viruses
and a zillion bacterium
into our daily
lives.
Read that life and more life
travels through space
on a billion meteorites
and we must wonder where
we march in the procession of 
life.

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