Funeral Sound Poems

Bells, bells, sound of bells fall now and then in my ears,
Their tone and timbre varying, sometimes singing, 
Sometimes jarring, sometimes rising to a sweet...

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It started in three thousand BC
When for survival, warning sounds were key
These utility communications
Building sender-receiver relations

Secular signs, religious ritual
The use of bells became habitual
Calling to...

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Acoustic dancers in the air,
symphony of multimetal harmony,
resonates the melody of human soul
in enchanting echo of sonorous spell.

The bells chime for somebody, 
serenades the tune...

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Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.

Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.

Some little bells can echo a jingle
that...

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  How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!'  
               ...

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I just finished flipping the calendar to March
I keep a paper one hanging on my kitchen wall 
despite everything being digital 
I’m old school some...

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Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality...

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a bouncing ball against a wall
        conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:

  ...

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Why do they ignore me
I am speaking straight at them
Why are my words turning back at my lips
Even when. I try and try again

My voice...

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What was that sound? 
Who was that man in the funeral shroud? 
Who walked behind the man at the head of the crowd?

Amandla! The man’s...

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Beneath the ground the Earth does tred

Many viable thoughts inside my fragile egg shelled head
A sound in deep reflection & then
In matters of service through...

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Trapped behind these bars
I grow anxious and continuously scheme
For a way to get out.
But this cage is extensive
And its door is a long ways out.

I...

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Open yourself
widen your ears
to a sound not unlike the spinning of a planet
on the verge of ending;
planetary death:
planetary funeral:
planetary mourners:
planetary daisies on gravesoil
dug
down
DEEP
so deep it...

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Her friends all departed before her,
No one was left to mourn her passing,
The curse of being somewhat blessed
With a life that is long lasting.

She buried...

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Spitting my name,
I see no more
your quick victory to fame
while I hit the floor. 

And I realize I'm dying,
since I can't feel myself living.
So, I...

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