Short Burial Mound Poems

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Premium Member I'll see you in my dreams

Chet Atkin’s life work was profound
Mr. Guitar made Nashville’s sound
There’s no one to fret
Yet do one more set
From around his burial mound
Form: Limerick


Cold, Cold Ground

The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down

Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped

Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct

I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear

In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
Form: Elegy

Halloween

HALLOWEEN

it was no bump in the night
a ghostly hand on mine caused fright
the slow click of a bicycle wheel made me tight
the wind blowing it around with eerie might
my eyes won't adjust to light
every impulse says something is not right

creeping cat paws don't touch the ground
so bizarre they make no sound
a deathly howl comes from a hound
I can not turn around
I stumble over a burial mound
and run from where the ghouls abound
Form: Rhyme

The Gift

I see now
that the gardener has planted flowers
around my burial mound.
Last Spring
there were yellow and white daffodils
now in autumn
those blooms have their own graves.
The old man who looked after
these green plots died.
When he was elderly he could only
recall his own yesterday's,
but now he sees us all,
knows our lives,
even those irrelevant days
that no one marked or recorded.
He recalls us, all of us,
for we remember ourselves not.

Premium Member Made it to Mars


     
     Made it to Mars
       I stared at a creature
     He stared right through me

     Opened my mouth
        He opened his wide
      No teeth or tongue to hide 

     Took off my shirt
       He removed his
     Nothing there, not even one rib

     Extended my hand
       He stretched his out too
    Menacing claws, both tattooed

     Tried to head for my spacecraft
       My feet stuck to the ground
     Stared at a hill ~ future burial mound
Form: Rhyme


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