Short Dirge Poems
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Hearing Dirge Had Caused A Purge
While baking bread was bothered by a dirge,
I had heard and that in pan caused a purge;
Breath taking;
More baking;
Decided making bread did need surge in urge.
Jim Horn
Just like that, they went
So full of life and hope
Suddenly, heaven sent
In their absence, will we cope?
This terrible viral reset
Crafted in some foreign land
Our hopes will definitely be unmet
As we lay our best, deep in the sand
The man
with the scythe
is having his way
with your day.
You think it's no 'biggie'?
It's like the coins
in your Piggy-
you counted eleven,
he calls it seven,
says he's the brethren
who delivers you
to heaven. His is
the power that
monitors your
hour.
You stun me
Or was it stung
You hurt me
Or was it heard
You spite me
Or was it spit at
You hate me
Or was it had
You faked me
Or was it f*cked
You fooled me
Or was it felled
You fit me
Or was it fight
You took my head a-spinning
And you’ll never give it back.
We stand like statues of hunger-
Ticket numbers for halos,rationed dreams.
The queue curves like a funeral procession,
Every sigh a shovel stroke in invincible graves.
The air smells of waiting,the walls of wet wool.
We hum hymns to the god of "Next!",
And the floor creaks under our collective shame.
SAARC, SAARC, why do you shirk
Bearing the dream-cargo of the sub-continent Indo-Pak?
Big Bro Indie, and Small bro Pak
Stomach dreams of SAARC.
SAARC, SAARC you are a vanity trophy,
Never more than an apostrophe.
Billion SAARCians apostrophize,
O SAARC, O SAARC
You are under the placoid scales of a shark.
The earth is cold
distant fires burn--
icy arrows
pierce my sullen body
and the emptiness
becomes unbearable.
Without her
the wind
is my enemy
and the glowering
sky suggests
her absence.
I seek warmth
in my moribund cave
thawing my brain with firewater
waiting for the
alienating glaciers
to thaw.
The noise had been there for so long
It seemed as though it was life's song
A constant cacophony of insane rage
This psychopathic woman had the stage
Slowly, steadily her screech was muted
As her false claims were often disputed
Those acidly touched by her riotous insanity
Are no longer affected by her peculiar profanity
Urge To Discover A Dirge
Ultimately what they utilized was an urge,
For dire need that would discover a dirge,
And said,
Many dead,
After apparently there had been a purge.
Jim Horn
Bet you won't find another limerick like
this one.
Jim Horn
I am shooting for 666. An odd number.
Also, am reading book, "The Shack,"
again.
See sad sad eyes
Tears echo sighs
Ply that sad cry
Dig deeper dirge
Use unzips urge
Ply profound purge
Taste touchy tell
Distant death dwells
Hurts hurry hell
Feel falling face
Glimpse grievous grace
Ply plunging pace
Now nowhere near
Dreary dance dear
Ply petty peer
Leon Enriquez
16 November 2017
Singapore
Now at this hour
on this day and
time of year
cracks of light
leaves of green
buds and birds
possibly everyone
and everything
augur spring
I look out upon it
open my mouth
move my tongue
nothing comes out
no lyric no music
no song can be sung
save a lament
the eye all I
my imprisonment
2014 February 24
Form:
A harpist sent a note
That felt rather sharp.
It left me feeling flat
As a worn-out tune.
Out of rhythm and sync;
Too lento to make the play,
I lacked the harmony
To counterpoint her melody.
Cadenza like, my heart once surged;
Now it drums out a dirge.
The key to her heart
Lay with a noted composer.
This heartless rat made her a coda;
Turning her into a decomposer.
Why have you disappeared?
It's like all of my limbs have been sheared.
The world has now fallen away
And I let out a pitiful bay
The pain is like no other
And my mind threatens to smother
The world moves on without delay
As if you were not mislaid today
Many move on without a second thought
While I am fraught and distraught
I am nothing but a mourning dove
And I wish to be with you, my love
"I like it when it rains hard.
It sounds like white noise everywhere,
which is like silence but not empty."
-Mark Haddon
And so it pours again
Tonight. Not champagne—
Just a cup of hot coffee
To drown what we used to be.
To the melody of white I weep,
Lying here so close to sleep;
With wet wings that can't fly,
Soaked clothes that won’t dry;
Rain that won’t cease:
Pain that won’t ease.
(29/5/2013)
Upon nightfall descends my regret
Enrapt in the embrace of darkness
Where tomorrow has no meaning
And the voices of yesterday lay silent
That sweet muse once beckoning to me
Like a candle on the windowpane
Slowly burning away the memory
Ever dimming within times cycle
So while the stars leisurely sweep
Across repentances indifferent skies
Again this night my lover sleeps
Beneath the cold sepulcher stones
prose
wretched
calls me a fool
requiem for a dead author
a hymn for him
a dirge
born
Cold autumn purge
Cold freezing surge
By this front porch
Not much to notch
By these suburbs
See the blank kerbs
Watch the lone street
Where no one meets
Not much to say
No face today
Closed doors wary
Cold air lonely
Not much to see
What yet may be
Grass verge now airs
Cold autumn flair
A dirge seeds cold
Seize wit that folds
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Professorial Dirge
In this college town
three girls of Spring are fresh bread
brown before the noon of May.
In pink and yellow frocks,
with hair unfurling in the breeze,
they laugh and glisten in the sun.
Good daughters all, they wave
to an old professor on a bench
waiting for the end of day.
He waves back and smiles his best,
knowing girls like these, once close,
now wander many miles away.
Donal Mahoney
You may as well put the shovel down
If you think this vivisepulture will be my end
I survived the suffocation of a small town
And I'll be damned if this is how I descend
Just another obsequious sycophant
And a supercilious, self-aggrandizing fraud
In this room there is but one elephant
And it will most certainly break down the façade
I will use the stone you try to bury me with
To build on top of your house a splendid monolith
Here, where the sky is so close,
the deep shadows of the hill have
taken away our great uncle
A family love,
conciliator,
firm of authority,
Shield of wisdom.
We weep to usher gladness of comfort
Thereafter, we will pray:
Perpetual dew
through the Mercy of God,
that Impeccable care,
Tranquility, glory from Grace,
Love and affection, guardianship
unto our faithful ancestry
Blessedness of Eternal repose
Alav ha-shalom
Here today, gone tomorrow
Fate of those who breathe in air.
The mind is sore; the heart is hollow
Grey or not, damn the hair.
How true it unveils,
The world is birthed from the Death's marrow.
Like every other day, He picks His scales
Walking the earth, weighing His cargo?
Whose pay is ultimate
from the pains everlasting,
and the vague that desecrates
the joy promised to go lasting?
For this pain,
Just this pain, there is no gain.
Comes winter with its icy blast
Across the land thy death shadow cast
Life purged by thy soulless wind
With thy sting of death thou doest offend
Thy snowy shroud upon January’s cold ground lain
Bitter tears of crystal ice now rain
Naked branches broken and battered in sorrow doth wail
amid thy northern gales.
Woeful Winter Dirge!
May the southern breeze push back thy artic surge
O Scourge of the seasons release your icy grasp
May the sun shine at last!
G'day you beauty Blue
as I haven't heard you play
in a year and a day
what did you do
with your fair dinkum didgeridoo
don't get me wrong
but it's been gone so long
has your bonzer boomerang
returned from whence you threw
by yonder backwater billabong
how about your most unusual pet
a marsupial (a roo) if I am correct
was it sold to pocket the proceeds
and pay for your daily needs
or abandoned beside the track
in the bush a.k.a., outback
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold
Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November!
Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"
"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer
Did Bring, Lament!"
"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your
Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No
Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay
Ground!"
"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of
Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"