Funeral Rhyme Poems

When my doctor calls me in, says I’ve got complications, 
let’s not blow our savings, on round the world vacations,
my pre-paid funeral, is all that...

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A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped -  
A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. 
For many...

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Central Park pigeons were concerned about Walter M. Leed.
He usually brought them seed, nuts, and other wonderful feed.
They conversed among themselves and formed a delegation.
Flew...

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A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word…
In her Grandma’s backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the...

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Playing With Matches

   We wired kids drank coffee
   in Kroger's and stoled fire
   and cigarettes. We were free.
 ...

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They sit around the table
     and a few will shed a tear
Thinking about the kinfolk
     who are...

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Mama has left
She is no longer alive
She left Mother Earth
She is in the cemetery
Mom is further on
She is, here and there, really
Mother is gone
And no...

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In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as...

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Don't come, do not come
Do not come to my funeral
Do not come to my burial
Stay home in a quiet room
To read my God-given poems
Be inspired...

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There are lots of things that are black and white,
Like zebras and Newcastle United, they are a good team and get their fans excited.

Penguins are...

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A HUNGER UNFED

I now demand retribution, at least recompense
It’s like a pain in my stomach, a hunger unfed
Get the fullest apology for all that’s been...

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The window holds no joy anymore
There's no need for knocks on my door
My time, my hesitation subsides
Life's true mystery, no longer hides

My bed is my...

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Look out you might see them,
scuttling down your street,
patting the neighbour’s dog, 
nodding to people they meet.

They lurk on hospital corridors,
wearing their black shiny shoes,
then...

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This is a small tribute to one of England's
Finest world war 1 poets who died
A week before the great war ended. Nov. 4th 1918

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>center>LAST RITES (MIXED)

I’ve been having thoughts, a bit macabre,
About my funeral day.
I’m not getting any younger,
So it might not be far away.

How many folk will...

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