Short Embalmed Poems
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From
Embalmed darkness
She toll
Her rhythmic dirge
Night's serene silent
Is gently
Deflowered
Written by Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's septolet contest
embalmed in the roots
beneath the methuselah
muffled her still cry
20\8\19
Howmanysyllables
The solemn air of deepened peace
Peace beneath grass where you had lain,
Lain along angels' sacred field
Field upon which dreams were embalmed.
Contest of nette onclaud: Four Lines Only
Visual 3
Carly Lalion: 7th June, 2015
The body pillow
Next to me not
Embalmed but
Stuffed with
Goose down
Holding it close
To my naked body
I feel no warmth
I must be feeling
Winter's weather
Or thinking
Thoughts of
Freezing
Geese
That
Got their
Feathers
Plucked
Murmurs of doubt peel off the page
Lost lesions flee from snakeskin
An endless stymied spiral recedes
As coarse winds blow apart overgrown weeds
The scattered feelings of yesterday
Are embalmed from a smooth drifting marvel
Renewed to pursue this grand calling
the pharaohs phallus
mummified stiff as a board
tut tut naughty boy
By
David Kavanagh
True story this, when they opened Tutankhamuns
Sarcophagus, Imagine their bewilderment to
find King Tut's mummy, and his symbolically
embalmed erect phallus
Perhaps this is what Lord Carnarvon thought
He was a dirty no account sinner
Despise by the public a recluse beginner
Embalmed in his filthiness
Contracted in his guilt
Who is he to compromise
And why must he be forgiven
For he must we all must trust in the redeeming grace
the forgiveness of Jesus
2/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
In earnest, I have tarried,
longing to be wrapped,
in the embrace of your warmth,
that your gracious loins may whisper
to my thoughts the meaning of affection,
And when my time is done,
in the Taj Mahal of your being,
I will be embalmed for an eternity,
While my heart you will find,
for you preserved,
in fountains of wine.
Spirit Vessel Elegy by James Edward Lee Sr.
Decayed lay the vessel, fill with rot;
Derailed and decomposed;
Tilled embalmed yet corpse not;
Dispose of spirit so rose;
It rises you see the truths-self is spies
Soars a Spirit so the Spirit never dies ;
9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
bounty bodies blush
under taunted touch
felon flesh foster
tuning tactic trigger
puking pulsing bullets
seeped'n saucy triceps
callous capillaries cremated
fiery feelings hoisted
fostering foil funeral
embalmed zeal oozes
eerie ******** fuming
at tarred ****
passion scaled peaks -
smeared smothered spree.
'20:02:05:19:21
Note: A picture prompt.
The life light shimmers in the air
Love and delights
Death and pain
Drowsy in numbness
The leaves have never known
Embalmed darkness with grief
Cold winter is coming soon
Silver bells and white snow
Stardust, northern lights and moonlight
While wonder and guesses
01.10.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.
She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit.
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
In the darkest hour I
thread,
Into the deepest forest,
Unilluminated I hurdled,
With plentious thought,
I never cared about the
spirits,
The spirits of the night,
I was embalmed in
courage,
So I ran through the
labyrinth,
The labyrinth of
moments,
A new beginning it was,
But never did I find an
end,
So at a point I gasped
for breath,
And so it was for me,
A journey into the
darkness.
The house and barn have surrendered,
burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun.
Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house,
a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind.
In the ruined barn, decay finds its own language,
children still run here.
A transmission has leached from puttering feet;
it rattles the bones of embalmed mice.
A soundtrack of texture
running from barn to house - from house to barn.
A treatise on regenerating life
Old Man Winter's residual cultivated by Spring's mid-wife
Into fertile cavity seed with precision did knife
In earth's dark bosom; cauldron of strife
With jolting, painful movements rife
Helios incubated the embryonic pod
Unction sparked from Zeus's rod
Jupiter's vital streams embalmed ingrown clod
With growing pressure swelling kernel did prod
Fledgling shoots pushed through birth canal onto sod
What if you painted the perfect artwork
Surrounded by the bones
of those who could not look away
Rigid contours of gouache causing
dips and meanders
flattered shadow
bathe in the mellow
Rhythms of reds and yellows
Splintered petro veins
Splayed skyward
Shaken by the shame of
hues embalmed
in blacks frame
Capturing the false
Miss the noise
Given choice
Turn away
Look through framed window
Beauty of the never still day
Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.
In illuding dunes
chasing the mirage
the state of actuality infringed
by surrealistic perception.
The lattice of dream
crumbles on scorched sands
of ember time
hope squelched
by whirlwind of verity.
At the edge of darkness
dawning fortitude
beckons the zephyr
embalmed with philtre of oasis.
From the ruins of sphinx
the dust rises.
_________________
February 25, 2020
For A Brian Strand Informel Poetry Contest
Really don't care just what you think!?
Please do hear reason, just stay calm
You want Me? .. adorn a tree?
Lay in a tomb, alone, embalmed
I want My life to have a purpose
I'll make My mark on solid ground
I'll settle down and raise a family
I'll raise my children, make them proud
But these things God will not grant You
A promise was made to save the world
Your gift of mercy will show many
The lame will walk, the blind be cured
NOR COULD I FORETELL YOU
Before I leave I could see
Bated hoods ofTrials
Of love and life .
Protruding stuffed pocktes
Of havesack
Moth eaten trails and judgements
Of our love and life .
Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I foretell you for good.
Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life.
Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.
Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.
This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.
Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,
an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped away
for one more uncertain day.
NOR I FORETELL YOU
Before I leave I could'nt see you
Bated hoods of trials
Of life and love .
Protruding stuffed pockets
Of havesack,
Moth eaten trails and judgments
Of our love and life.
Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I faretell your for good.
Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life.
Rose petals blossoming out from the heart softly silk
starbursts brightly sitting a regal flower kissed
By loving sunshine sweet glowing beauty dances
your delicate curling petals so beautiful
Like a butterfly's wings fluttering eyelids mist
engaged upon a glance sweet fragrance whispered dew
Embalmed by the perfume of such treasure found gift
it is here that an arrow of gold strikes home dear
sweet velvet corolla crumples fragile breathless
I remember Cleopatra's moon,
as triangles of time
unveiled pyramids embalmed in
juniper, incensing golden dreams.
While in desolate dunes
of the sunrise Sahara,
I've engraved your initials
with pearls and diamonds.
For in lunar silence
when cylinders of stars
embellish skies with hieroglyphics,
destined twin flames ascend.
You’ll remain a musical~
maestro, choreographing our pilgrimage
to attain heaven beneath
henna herbs of love.