Short Mourners Poems

The mourners would mourn
And mourn their death......

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silent teardrops
frozen mourners of spring
weeping snowflakes...

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cremation's mourners squawk~
Red tailed Hawk follows
Daisies downstream...

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I stand at the grave,
amidst the black clothed mourners,
it is I who died....

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mourners are crazy 
the ministers death was good 
he’d had a good life
good grief he was ninety-two
with cancer, ready to go...

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Cemetery grave 
   Patiently waiting to feed
       mourners now crying


    Just learned about syllables in Haiku. Updated...

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Here lies Todd a selfish man
Too stingy to lend a hand or give a dollar to an unfortunate
Where are the mourners?
Imagine that....

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post-crash
			      four funerals
		   not my fault, mourners say
	           paralyzed by survivor's guilt
			       what now?...

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Pieties performed, the mourners turn away;
Trying to forget that they'll be back some future day,
But will not have power to walk away....

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A teacher told class;
“I know a few years
I will die and go
give me my money,
the condolence fees
those mourners, I fear
will cheat me!”...

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Flaws.  And the flush of speckled skin. 
My throat closes off and I break.  
Dead men keep breathing.
Mourners heal quickly. 
Eyes open, reset, and we begin....

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Trump Mourners Horn Haiku

They are Trump mourners
He has backed them in a corner
While bothering her.

He called Hillary a bigot.
Can you imagine.

Jim Horn...

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Shegaurd wakes from her coma
afloat in a Viking pyre craft
too far away to be seen by the mourners
she dreads the flaming arrows
hoping the archer’s aim will not be true...

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No peace here for these slumbering souls.
Mourners songs - a cacophonous keen.
These rocks are weeping here on hallowed beds,
the habitants are restless this eve.



Visual 3
Tenielle...

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Some paint a picture

Of the glory of war

The rich will get richer

The poor will stay poor

The mourners will mourn

From shore to shore 

The dead will stay dead

Forever more...

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poverty
of the spirits n
of the movements
pride leads to anger and revenge
mind of a winter
music in the sound of
the wind emptiness
elevates to grace
mourning on th-
e fall will be c-
omfoted...

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A final word, final hug, final tear~
     the mourners disperse,
Leaving her with golden photos
     and memories worth fifty years.
She finds the emptiness of death
     in a house full of shadows....

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How are you doing?
I say OK.
But OK is not an answer. 
It tells them Nothing. 
I want to tell them Nothing.
It is none of their damned business.
I actually don’t know how I am doing. 
I’m OK damn it!...

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Mortal Man 

 The water broke
Jubilation
Soon a child be born
The pain
Has gone
The battle
Is done
 Can`t see or speak
 Slowly life
Ebbs
And a life 
Is extinguish 
Sometimes  
The unspoken
Relief 
Is etched 
In mourners
Faces...

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Soulful chorus
wistful cries,
guitar strums
last goodbye,

bereaved ears
melodies speak,
breaking hearts
rhythmic beats,

lyrics rain
mirrored skies,
shattered tears
brittle eyes,

as sombre
mourners sing....

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There was a bar at the top of Dead Man's Curve,
the owner of the joint had plenty of nerve.
He had a funeral home just down the street,
with a cold handshake he was happy to greet,
drunks and mourners he was willing to serve.


5/19/19...

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First
Bell tells
that passing looms.
Second bell tolls death knell.
Third bell calls mourners to echo
their sad sorrow at the loss of loved one,
with wake to cherish lovely life.
Three bells
Slow


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5 June 2017...

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Bawling, blubbering
yowling, howling
crying for a day...

Weeping, wailing, whimpering  
sympathy for pay

Relatives nonexistent?
No one left to care?

Snivels, sobs, tears to shed
sorrowful sordid wares
ghoulishly, greedily
auctioning
despair...

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Moew...
I wonder why
People use their bright black eyes
To glimpse the dim corner
Are they chief mourners?
If not...
why they keep crying on that mahogany desk?
Are they an actor of burlesque?
Or they only act as a deterrent 

Human-being is so...
Difficult to understand...

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Weepy. Weepy. Willows..
Please don't cry for me..
A chorus of mourners in a row.
Wind blowing your branches..
As you express your sorrow.

Lift up your droopy branches.
Weepy. Weepy. Willows..
With a parade of celebration.
Wind blows your strong branches
Lead the joyous praise....

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