Undertaker Poems - Poems about Undertaker

The hole- so wide and lonely, Is so unjustifiably small, I imagine her decay slowly... The crowd weeps at the door, But I must not cry- I am the undertaker. The service- monotone, The crowds grieving groans, The shovel makes my hands ache, But my heart must not break- For I am the undertaker. The rain falls, And living is a chore, Meaningless words emerge, As unknown faces converge, The...

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Ahead of a just fixed funeral He'd started counting its numeral: Negotiator of the fairest price. For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice... Negotiator meets, too, Mortician And relates to him as Beautician: One is as good as partaker, Who goes around as undertaker "Well, he's for badly frowning corpses Owners pay thousands for cleaned lapses". Man wants his wife's corpse to start smiling; If this...

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The undertaker anticipates a better day His plans include some needed lawnmowing, He winds up two ne'er-do-wells stowing Without resources their expenses to pay The mere cost for a proper putting-away, While his grass continues to grow knee high As he waits for a moneyed man to die Someone to keep his creditors at bay, Such a day does make for sleepless nights Hoping...

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A diabetic to his steward On the table is your sack letter, Beside my unfinished tea, no better; Four photocopies of it in my file, Their original to be collected by you; Sure evidence that your stewardship was all rubbish And that, henceforth, I would to you be snobbish. Your offence was the many sugar cubes in my tea, For which I had...

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At the corner of my eyes, Tears subside, left from the high, Fueled by melancholic memories; No time for goodbyes, Likewise---forever they lie, For the final rite, let me bury. edited-12/4/2019...

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he lives in his own world through choice of demonic desire for power inside he hides through reason of his own with a dark desire for fresh bodies alone he hides through the silence amidst the violence there is a great hold on his soul let the truth be told cadavers he will hold in his crypt doen below many are taken away...

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There’s an old undertaker named Jerry Who frankly refuses to bury The newly dying Since he’s been dying To be first in the new cemetery...

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The undertaker A vile cruel man He that rots in the depths a foggy abyss Chained by the sinful sorrowful He only slightly emitted into a netherworld His makings of the undone His scythe piercing the heart Of the two people I loved most in this world Sadly I wasn’t invited in this ordeal I’m sure they were great for the feast Though...

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As sure as the sun comes up to emblazon the sky, it will travel up to reach its peak then down its path; For without the sunset to mark the end of each day on the horizon, and herald the coming of the night, how can man acknowledge the passing of time? 08 August 2015 The Answer Contest Sponsor: SKAT A...

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I owned a funeral parlor and I earned a lot of bread. I got paid a whole lot of money to cremate the dead. Each cadaver that I got rid of earned me five hundred grand. I cremated murder victims and for years I was in high demand. OJ wanted to hire me. But he didn't like the million dollar...

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The magnificent visage of the moon shines on Even if it is almost dawn The music is playing with melancholic tone fallowing mc’s baton Its late everyone wishes to go home not aware what they would spawn The music is short and carless the air is muggy and it’s dark Only loyal trees whisper in the park The undertakers make...

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Yo bro. . . got what you said, look in to put us poets to rest, I've got news for you home boy, This turf ain't big enough for the two of us! Get down and get your feet wet. ain't no gods gonna help us and that's a fact, Play time is over Mr. Gravedigger, Bring it...

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Am I the Assassin or the Undertaker For Palani ...

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reminds me of the funeral job, at the morgue 40 tables, i logged, one of a hundred jobs id see, blood n guts an misery, macarbe on mentality... but id come to get ol Marge, suspended on 3 chains, was large, stiff as iniquity, came flying though the air, 6 feet up without a care, no bloody dignity, as naked as a Jaybird she, but...

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long accustomed to his morbid profession, where the slightest hint of genuine sorrow is taboo deserving only derision, he's in total control of his emotion; but now, a sensation from deep inside him surges upward like a relentless deluge ...

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