Pushing Up Daisies Poems - Poems about Pushing Up Daisies

my mom’s not pushing up daisies having gone to her eternal rest in Spring her restful place is where her soul has gone back to earth with its raindrop-moss (springy, as if for a tiny bunny or hallucination-size “wabbit”) off track, the violet urn next to the frame that holds my mother’s face and my attention confused by the unscattered ashes contained. she’s there or elsewhere or both...

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So this is where I'm bound to sleep Just three feet wide and six feet deep No shirt, no shoes, or even sox Only me in my little box So grab a shovel, lend a hand And bury me in desert sand I know that it's a boring job Guess I shouldn't have robbed the Mob ...

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The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony They say time heals all wounds, they lie Time only buries them deeper under the layer of lies I used to feel joy and sorrow, life danced with empathy Now? A hollow echo in a vacant music hall Hope, they ripped it...

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Today is the first day of the rest of my life Bloody brilliant I say, life is a slice Beats the alternative That's an affirmative Pushing up daisies really sucks that's my advice...

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Today is the first day of the rest of your life Bloody brilliant I say, life is a slice Beats the alternative That's an affirmative Pushing up daisies really sucks that's my advice © Jack Ellison 2015...

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