Short Obit Poems

A man of wry wit
Wrote his own obit
He said,
I'm dead,
That's the end of it...

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Poet Robert Bridges
originally a surgeon his obit says
This change worked out just great
he became Poet Laureate...

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Make a wish
to summon 
the fish to crowd 
around so he'll
be found.
I'll always see
his little shape
in the shallows
of the lake, 
forever to bathe
in his Betta
baptismal  
grave....

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Once you know something, you can't unknow it
Profound but I don't remember my own obit
Hey wait, I ain't died yet
Thought I did I'll bet 
NOPE still alive, causing havoc in my own orbit...

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Reading obits Frank had quite a surprise

   There he learned of his untimely demise

      'Twas beyond his belief

         But he read with relief

            'Twas another Frank with a name likewise...

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Jim vowed to love me until his last breath
But left when he met a transgender, Seth
Justice was rightly served
Jim got what he deserved
Obit read 'Boob implants led to Jim's death'





8.31.20
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Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Unless you have indisputable proof to the contrary
Always trust a friend who tells you they read your obituary
They wouldn't lie, they'd spit it out 
It's not something people lie about
A real clue, you're not up to par, heading for a cemetery...

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Unless you have indisputable proof to the contrary
Always trust a friend who tells you they read your obituary
They wouldn't lie, they'd spit it out 
It's not something people lie about
A real clue, you're not up to par, heading for a cemetery...

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OBIT
unrequited love was
found dead last night
naked and alone
in a hotel room
killed by a single shot
to the heart
police have no suspects
at this time think suicide
was the cause there is
no family to speak of
although countless thousands
have sent flowers...

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In the beauty of his obit, (this 
soulful man), there was one omission: 
His soul was purloined in a world 
of privilege, too much permission.
Freddie, where were you when
I was ready.  Now, only your 
music plays in my mind.
There's no rewind.

      for Freddie Mercury w/ love...

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I
If any writer here didn't like him --
If Souper One, or 2023, dislike Rico,
Please correct my notion: Rico made you smile
Even when you hated to smile or laugh
ThanX Rico for leaving your fingerprints here
More respectful than boot prints --
You tried to enjoy life, and people,
Even when people deserved less
Godspeed! I know you fought "mind control"
Free Spirit who wanted the best of GOD


Thanks Anaya (I am Anaya) for "epitaphing" well...

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Encased in thick ice
Sparrow shivers, sad demise
Flowers had emerged
Once colorful, now turned brown
Snowy carpet for Easter

Frozen bunny dies
Easter egg hunts ‘neath snow mounds
Sun plays hide and seek
Bunny’s obit cites “death knell”
Meaning of Easter recalled

Ma Nature fooled us
Groundhog needs unemployment
The weatherman lied
Al Gore has hidden away
Ice age, not global warming





*Written April 17, 2014 as our friends up North shiver....

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Obituaries like to say
About how someone died:
"Peacefully at home" and yet,
I wonder if they've lied.

Just once I'd like to see in print
That So-and-So passed on
While kicking up the biggest fuss
Until his strength was gone.

When Dylan Thomas wrote, "Do not
Go gentle," what he meant
Was not to peacefully succumb.
(I wonder how he went.)

I hope that when my time arrives
I throw a major fit
And that my husband tells the truth
If he posts an obit....

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He likes an egg 
without a shell, cracked
by the careless act 
of a grocery store clerk.
There's always some jerk
who could make you sick
then read your obit
with a pained expression
as if that session
and consequence grim
had nothing to do 
with him.
The Og. loves 
spaghetti
is always ready
when you've got 
a question
of indigestion.
He loves a meal
of apple peel
(forgive me Giuseppi
of the Pinnochio 
story). I do not care 
for apple peel, 
and though the Og.
is  small, he
gobbles it all....

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Listen to poem:

The Gravity of an Eternal Obit
David J Walker
 
Scarlet, Red, Rust
The colors of the Scorpio
Whose path crossed the 
Capricorn both black and brown
 
Woke to the uncharted space
Between us
The dance of ages
The embrace of creation
the planet of transformation 
 
Yours was the flower 
waiting to bloom
I was the gardener of patience 
You were the physician in the
Waiting room
I was the emergency patient 
 
And now I am the moon
Caught in the gravity of 
An eternal obit...

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