Short Boneyard Poems
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red-haired poltergeist
in a spine-chilling boneyard
a blood-spattered cape
10.15.17
Third place
"Halloween Senryu"
hosted by Laura Loo
I am haunted
The grave calls out to me
It screams
The ghosts of the innocent
Want their revenge
The slain are crying
Little bodies lost
The chilling boneyard
Of lost souls
Politics & Religion
boneyard
of existence
Power & Corruption
misleading
in kind
Promising & Deceiving
legislation
and dogma
Politics & Religion
deathtrap
— for mankind
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Standing in a woodlot
A boneyard of fallen timbers
Lifeless they are
Warming sun on earth
Thick with bush
Bulging buds spring forth
Where violets grow
A stream - flowing low
Scarcity of winter snow
Painful to the eyes
Stands of willows gnarled
An artist records
At least Once
lay your body in a boneyard.
While you are young enough
rest with the remains of the dead,
perhaps lean against a mournful angel.
Soon the fear of non-survival or survival
will leave you.
Heaven and hell will both pass away
like smoke from a cigarette,
you will commence to relax
like a well-loved woman.
At least once
lay your body in a boneyard.
While you are young enough
linger with the remains of the dead,
perhaps rest against a mournful angel.
Soon the fear of non-survival or survival
will leave you.
Heaven and hell will both pass away
like smoke from a cigarette,
you will commence to relax
like a well-loved woman.
Boneyard
Abandoned, Peaceful
Sprawling, Watching, Waiting
Still as the Night
Graveyard
July 31, 2019
**Side note: I was inspired to write a cinquain poem after my son brought one home that he had written in his English class back in 2017. I kept his poem because it was something he created for class and when I found it two years later, I thought it would be fun to try my hand at it.
Through the ages
monkish chapels have erected alters
built from human skulls.
Mystics have understood
that such morbid displays
can lead to a fervor
of jaw-dropping moments.
The human skull reminds us
that death leaves its own gravestones.
Besides,
such boneyard objects de ’art
simply beg to be made into candle holders
or useful paperweights
additionally,
a dislocated mandible
serves as a most adequate rest
for a lit cigar.