This is no time to die
Surely the time has come
Surely the time is near
When God and his angels
Will come out from the things
Of this world we worship asleep
In golden glossy mummy cases
And sweep away the dust of millenniums
Gathered in an old world of sarcophagi
Overturning the worn-out pages of
Death scripts and gross materialism
This is no time to die
Which brings in a new reality
With the force of the archaeologist
Shovelling dirt from the tombs
And launching it out into the wind
Over the Valley of the Kings
Into the wind of a discovered reality
Of joy and blessedness and life
MY ADDED VERSUS:
Bows on solemn flower blooms
and scented layers of flared perfume
flow down rows of headstones and tombs.
I've looked at death that way.
But now I tend to ask God why
people visit and freshly cry.
We all know when loved ones die
they rise on His stairway.
I've looked at death from both sides now
from heart to soul and creased my brow.
It's cemeteries I recall.
I really don't know death at all.
Babes and Moms know love far beyond
the reasons seasoning their bond.
Loving a child is blessing dawned.
I've looked at fair that way.
But I live with maternal pain.
My childhood baby dreams met stain.
Now I'm thunder in my son's rain.
Won't give my sadness sway.
I've looked at fair from both sides now
from deep held faith and still somehow
it's his special needs I recall.
I really don't know fair at all.
I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres,
eerie in tombs,
chasing stars through
their animal shapes;
others, a witch
to their ghosts, anew,
those gardens
though full, were
dark worlds at night
Precipitation continuously falls
Nary dry spot upon all the walls
Stuck inside in the dark gloom
The gramineae's glume
Untouched though.
Tombs'
Far below
Vaults deep in earth's womb
Caskets drenched may flow in flumes
Nothing can stop the rainfall or stalls
Precipitation continuously falls
Contest: Writing Challenge-Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance
Written: 01-22-2023
Matthew 23:27-28
New International Version
27 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.
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Every crack in the ceiling,
dries up every river of dreams.
When idle eyes can't view their skies,
wadi minds flood over with schemes.
And every hole in the floors
becomes a bottomless well,
where loveless hearts go wishless,
dry up in a dusty old hell.
The mission bells may toll and toll,
but our dungeons, they fill and fill.
Sweet flowers off the garden path,
wither away for want of will.
Women lie in tombs.
No smiles, no dancing, no talk.
In a big hurry they rushed out.
Now? Not a sound leaves their mouth!
Still as the harsh winter ground.
As silent as Democratic prosecutors.
Who let evil men, hunt city sidewalks for women.
Just out to have fun.
These evil men will kill again.
Anyone woman on the street.
She’s a killers dream dessert.
His moonlight treat!
He will smile and be free.
While she, entombed dances with death.
And with no warm arms of her family.
1/24/2022
That is the jetted sky a forgotten eye a pirates patch when swords clashed everything that melted when the ice was frozen everyone everyone has been chosen every question has been answered striking with a word with every raindrop has been counted like my thoughts on every strand of haze i count the tombs on a river i can't believe poetry soup allows poems prejudiced against the white race blatant racism if all you can do is destroy poetry with racism you can't write poetry why write hate poetry because people that a racially prejudiced and demented can't write poetry they just write in the face of God their hatred i can't believe poetry soup supports racist hate filled poetry .
That Darkness Leading Into Silent Tombs
At night, hallway between our distant bedrooms
that darkness leading into silent tombs,
I know the pain of your quiet despair,
where foul shadows float though the air.
Memories of that day, those dastardly deeds
bequeath a crop of ever darker seeds,
I feel the anger and loss deep in your cave
that agonizing hurt, loss of the love you gave.
Yet you see not the greater wrong done me
tight chains that kept me from being free,
and how your blindness took away my sight
as we both now - embrace misery day and night.
If only we could wake from these never ending dreams
Find dear mercy and light, that both our heart redeems
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 17th, 1974
When tombs of ancient bloom
Only if those tombs
of antediluvian times,
Be the teachers
for genius to bloom,
Will positively ancient
hidden in gloom,
Flood thoughts
of subtle minds,
Rise out of mausoleum
and innuendo,
Nurture seeds of future
to panegyrize till eternity.
Will every dead
be reborn ....
Written March 11th, 2016
For contest by JB
I say a prayer at a loved ones tomb
I leave a flower, for in my heart they bloom
To me they'll always be a treasure
Never to be forgotten, ever
But there is a tomb where treasures abound
A place where pyramids are found
King Tut's tomb, where treasures did bloom
Treasures that the departed did not assume
The patriarchs of the bible are laid to rest
In the city of Hebron in Palestine
Abraham, Isaac, Jacob were blessed
Their tomb is now a holy shrine
It is known as the Cave of Machpelah
There is a tomb where old bones lie
Unsung in life, but now at rest
The treasure here is hard to deny
They gave it all, the ultimate measure
They'll always be a national treasure
The Tomb of the unknown soldier
Burnt offerings --
Tomb of Pharaoh and Sphinx
Blush mirror of death
Stony tombs are ahead
Monuments of bygone days
Each with its own secret
Ready to unfold
Carved on a marble grave
Words charged with sorrow:
“Here lies a lover”
“One who loved and lost”
“One whose heart ceased to beat”
“One whose love ceased to die”
Carved on a black grave
Words of gloom and horror:
“Here lies a man”
“Here lies a beast”
“One who knew not love”
“One who burnt in lust”
“Who stained beauty”
“Who slew virtue”
“One who died in pain”
“One who lived in vain”
Carved on a silver grave
Words of sweet nature:
“Here lies a girl”
“Here lies an angel”
“One who loved, was loved”
“One delved in purity”
“One not matched in beauty”
“One whose lover died”
“One who lost her innocence”
“One who killed her love”
“One who knew not loyalty”
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