Short Unburied Poems
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Clownish yaw engines
Spin us about
The blue sphere we inhabit
Its future in doubt
Our cumulus cloud shroud
Conceals the pain
Of tanks, missiles and pogroms
And unburied slain
Winter,
buried feelings
—frozen in time
Spring,
buried promises
—soon to be mine
Summer,
unburied love
—all days then sublime
Fall,
buried alive
—in unbroken rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Christmas in July in Israel is nigh
My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is
For every hostage priceless,
Too many now lifeless
Grieve for Israel’s fallen married
Weep for singles yet unburied
I'm the treasure that will never
be unburied, I'm just wasting
away waiting for you to dig me
up, You've probably passed me
by a hundred times not knowing
I might have everything to offer
I guess my shine has faded in the
past 25 years, I'm just that treasure
lost to never be found
leaving the stench
of extinguished species
across scorched dirt
beastly commercialism’s
love of the green lining pockets
born from tomorrow may never come
prompts consummation of resources
and without manners of a cat
leaves unburied their
poop and piss of pollution
gagging every earthly creature
tsunami commands
mother earth to tremble --
demons unburied
blue skies of water
pour out devastation --
crashing tears thunder
thunderous booms of
explosions in aftermath --
resilience conquers
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 9, 2012
for Nature the Destroyer contest (PD)
first place
Rolling golden green hills
of northern Kalifornia.
Happy cows play on swings,
happy goats and sheep too.
Makes for happy milk, happy cheese,
So they Say.....
Blonde like Strawberry,
Thru the eyes of the father,
from the lips of the mother,
Welcome to a new day.
Like cool rain in Summer,
Like unburied Treasure.
The adventure of a Life (time).
May we grow you straight
All your problems left unsolved
just like the dead unburied
even though you knew it wrong
you dint bother to worrie
I know you act so immature
to hide the fact your insecure
the demons are still out to get you
denial can not protect you
The drugs are tightening around your throat
you cant pretend they numb the soars
ill be hear to help you cope
because all we've really got is hope
Beneath the graffiti littered by the years
and the fatigue signed by a thousand cares
Through the scratchings of so many tears
that were summoned or caught you unawares
Under the mottles by done days quarried
and the shadows writ by a jealous sun
where disappointments linger unburied
and age is making its relentless run
My tired eyes can still trace your first face
by the thievery of time irreducible
Wake up, Silence,
War has plucked away his eyelids.
Blade and shield
Have become limb and dust,
We all bathe
In death's lust
For maiden blood.
Wake up,Silence,
Rain has unburied
The skull of Fear.
The sun has shunned
The love of summer,
Gravel has swallowed wheel
And man has walked
Into sea.
Wake up,Silence,
Lava has smothered island.
Night has darkened our breath
And fire has watered our bloom
Till poison to the hand.
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh