Short Last Rites Poems

angry clouds crying
over freshly-prepared grave
soldier is home now


written July 8, 2021...

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It's bullies Melania fights
The big one is now in her sights
If Donald should stray
His schlong she will flay
And not even give him last rites...

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cataclysmic waves

                                     awaken sailors' nightmares

                                      last rites claimed by sea







Written on 2/10/2016...

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My wife always hated holiday feasts
It seemed every year her hatred increased
   This year she stuffed the turkey
   With hard sticks of beef jerky
And smiled when my relatives called the priest...

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No person had relief,
noxious spreading disease,
notorious caused deaths,
nobody quite possessed,
now last rites are given,
noon time clock is ticking,
noose hangs unforgiven.





4-23-17...

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When you have
an hour to live

what matters then 
is Christ in a pyx

in the vest pocket
of an old priest

called at midnight
by a nurse

who drives miles
through sleet 

and finds your room 
in the hospital


Donal Mahoney...

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Green patches
of lawn
surrounded by
flurries of leaves
demarcation lines
peace zones
Occasional puffs of wind
light, easy, unhurried
scatter a few stragglers --
swept along
a couple or three meters
then still
at rest again
they await last rites......

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All my shadows fall
into the summer
My berry kissed lips
call you

We fall so hard
when winter returns
My red eyes cry
for you

A cushioned blow came
on autumn ground
My mind tried to
forget you

Last rites bluntly read
upon spring's bed
I will not live
without you...

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They won't give me the Last Rites

because all the Priests are in Prison.....


A stranger might say

they love me......


A little girl might even wave to me while

she rides in a passing car......


YET......I can be charming  for 5 minutes




then

I'm

Lost...

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life is left, right,down and up
life will throw you all around
life will smash you into the ground

life will build you higher than before 
life is not about worry anymore

life is cruel and life is nice
life is for a bargain price
life is looking down at all the sights
life is wishing you had your last rites...

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Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.

And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?

May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors....

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Chewed some
used gum
 
Got sick 
real quick

In shock
saw Doc

Turned white
last rites

Then bled
soon dead

Bells rang
cling-clang

Grave made
taps played

Laid down
in ground

'Used sod'
pleased God

Star light
good night



     December 16, 2020
 FOOTLE-me Poetry Contest
    Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Listen to poem:

Redemption
David J Walker

The unrelenting quest
For the rest of
What was meant to be said
The best intentions 

	Mislaid 
Mislead conventions 
Discarded convictions 

Colors of lost horizons 
Least of the left last rites 

The Vespers 
	of whispers
The worshipers 
The shoplifters 
			all
	Seek redemption

Before the end of the end
Of the evening
		To come...

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Sky filters through scant woods
printing a cold sunlight on shadowed tree trunks.

Only December has this light,
it both scours and forages,
it scythes away all heaped-up flotsam.
A December wind,
sings its own death song.
Ice hangs unseen upon the air.

The woodland acres shimmer,
then tremble upon a long fading note,
one that ushers in
last rites and other mixed blessings....

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Slowlly strolling down Lovers Lane,
     Where twilight's brisk breeze, blows blossoms astray.
     Sweet scents from fragrant flowers,
     Perfumed petals, beguiling ballet.
     Springs special, curtain call,     
     Shows sunset flame, a starlit sky.
     And shooting stars, swan songs last rites.

     5 / 7 / 2023
     Alliteration Poetry Contest.
     Sponsor Joseph May....

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Frozen body in
         in the icy river
A young woman 
          met her fate early
She wanted freedom 
    But she found      
Let the night come
   A single candle burning 
cuts through the gloom
In lands of shadow 
Where can a soul find peace?
    Old answers no longer 
suffice 
    As the old tent - maker said:
"...sultan after sultan 
with his pomp
abode his hour or two and went his way"...

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The door had been 
opened before you passed
    through it
Light in the window 
     heralds a new day
One song away
     from the effervescent 
joy
     Only if you reach 
out
     to the light 
will 
    you 
        taste
     the joys of
laughter - and
    the hopes which
 float on the breeze
       Let the dawn 
fill your cup
    Drink deeply 
of tomorrow's wine
    the nectar of 
grace awaits you...

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That’s not my elephant, this here’s Ella my wife
She claims the extra pounds came with her change of life

She now takes ballet, but watching her dance in tights
Sends chills down my spine and gives second graders frights

Her plate’s piled high with lasagna and spaghetti
Chowing down on our drive to the Serengeti

I think every husband should have a bill of rights
“Euthanasia,” I’ll plead, when they read her last rites...

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Hymnals of light in the autumnal woods
shafts of sunlight
printing prayers on every shadowed trunk.
Only September has this light,
October will come with a witches broom,
a stiff switch to scour and scythe,
that light will be a death song
one sung by ancient and native winds.
For now, maybe just for this day,
the woodland acres glow
they seem to tremble slightly
as a gentile sunlight
ushers in last rites and blessings....

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To live up to your expectations and satisfy your sensations is unrealistic when 
your thoughts become sadistic.  I've crossed the line of a sullen girl with no 
warning or signs.  So i go dark and deep inside a soul crying to sleep.  Now I 
step inside her thoughts and this is what I find.  There is no light.  There are no 
freedom or rights.  There are no angels in white.  There are no heroic knights.  
There are no last rites....

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The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while jays drone on the horizon.



Mixed Senses Contest for nette onclaud
20 Sept 2015
From Amelie Mara ---Music  in  9 lines...

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He that walks most tall amongst men
amongst men has the furthest to fall,
when in ancient times in yonder Scar Ghyll
brazen stood the hanging tree
without redundancy.
The morning had not yet spoken
waits upon sunrise, natures trill,
only one man there stands broken
facing the north wind’s icy chill,
a storm cloud rolls in
the preacher reads the last rites
talks of redemption
this illusion stabs the mind
the noose tightly grasps his soul.

© Harry J Horsman 2018...

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Three men were hanging 
On the balance of life

One man dreams on a full lunar eclipse
That a black door was about to close
And an orange star was in opposition to a pink moon

The 5 year old BMW they were riding in
Lost all of its electrical power under a Mercury retrograde
Locked in a four-door coffin rolling down the interstate

Pray for fresh air
Pray for the power steering to turn back on
Pray for an emergency lane

Three last rites
Two birthday memories
One last breathe...

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