Best Funerals Poems

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.
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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
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Did you ever notice, in 'funeral', the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would 'from it' and who would 'to it' run?
At 64 I'm overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I've found.
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in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
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A fleet with flags arrayed
Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral's ship displayed
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I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid of coral wakes
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Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky
Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime,
And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time.
So great's thy glory, and thine excellence,
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"Far I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'
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I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.

But sub-etern...
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My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:—
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I was the height of a folio, my bed just
backed on the bookcases’ sombre Babel,
everything, Latin ashes, Greek dust
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It is usual
for people in this country
(out of pretended respect
but rather from an impertinent curiosity)
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Advocator of peace
But bringer of war
50 in all
Yet, one shining star.
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Different seasons will come and go, come and go
The bee humming birds fly away and don’t always return
The perennial plants hibernate and grow
Bigger branches and buds that make men yearn.
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Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)
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Once upon a time not many years ago
a girl named Fred fell in love with a boy named Fran.
Although the names seemed an odd combination
and could easily be confused by people who did not know
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MAR. LIB. IV. EP. 33.

Et latet et lucet, Phaetontide condita gutta
Ut videatur apis nectare clausa suo.
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
So Man, declining always, disappears
In the weak circles of increasing years;
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Masks prose without links


When last I visited India almost a decade ago
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Black the color of my cold heart
The guiltiness of a murder
bold, hard, solid matter
Yumm, the taste of poison and humanpies
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A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet
Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street:
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I
WHEN the pine tosses its cones
To the song of its waterfall tones,
Who speeds to the woodland walks?
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YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes
With firmer soul, yet labour to regain
Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vain
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Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;
The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,
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Death
could be full of surprises.
I'm not Irish; but if you were to do
the full Irish thing - take my corpse out of the coffin,
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Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And stood on the corner talking politics,
Or sat at home reading Grant's Memoirs;
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In days of old there lived, of mighty fame,
A valiant Prince, and Theseus was his name;
A chief, who more in feats of arms excelled,
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'Twas in the year of 1887, which many people will long remember,
The burning of the Theatre at Exeter on the 5th of September,
Alas! that ever-to-be-remembered and unlucky night,
When one hundred and fifty lost their lives, a most agonising sight.
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A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector

That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
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Some funerals are situated
in winding alleys of blood
where earth never dries
and incense burns forever
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Enchained in calligraphy
Pointed swords and shields
Heavy lines in punctuations
The Gnostic part up and below
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I think of you more often nowadays, I don’t know why;
how is it now with you?
And are you still somewhere – if you ever were -
that I might talk to you?
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“Whether all towns and all who live in them—
So long as they be somewhere in this world
That we in our complacency call ours—
Are more or less the same, I leave to you.
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Bri's 'Showcase-Intro(duction) ' poem:
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We in this country are looking for answers. I have blogged on this site offering what I think will put this country back on track.

One blog is 'What American Needs to Do To Survive? '
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I'm grateful for the memories
that I have of my mother.
She left us at an early age,
but I will never forget
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What do I have to look forward to the rest of my fine life?
It depends, to some degree at least, on my dear wife.
If she stays alive and somehow keeps on putting up with me,
I may live twenty more years (ten more than I 'should') . We'll see.
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I envy not thy mortal triumphs, Death,
(Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breath)
Nor do I wonder much, nor yet complain
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You, my Archytas, philosopher, and measurer of land,
of the sea, of wide sands, are entombed
in a small mound of meagre earth near the Matinian shore,
and it’s of no use to you in the least,
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I see what I want in the farm ... right now I see
braids of wheat combed by the wind, and I close my eyes
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So in his agony at noon he came,
On the third day, to where without the walls
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Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
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How should I compose my song
For today’s night
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Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
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They took all the flowers
and taught them how to shoot guns;

the tulips learned to emit poison gas
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To the tune of “Nearer my God to Thee”
Did we try and set her spirit free
Tears streamed down my face
As they covered hers with white lace
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The wind gallops like a riderless horse
Over the graves of voices no longer
Heard. Where mourners lay flowers
For the dead who can no longer smell
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It's too dark,
I think I should lit a new candle,
but I have only one candle in my bag.
Irony of fate!
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(limerick) And Not Only That #1 by Wes Vogler
Fish (Senryu Series)Kelly Kurt
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Children stay anywhere but stop taking birth on earth,
There is nobody who knows your worth on earth.
They want to kill you in mother's wombs,
They want to celebrate victory on your tombs,
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From the long, continuous rains,
O'erflowing were the swamps and drains,
For each day had its heavy shower,
Torrents fell for many an hour.
At London, where two branches join,
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It's both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime
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I suppose one-day life will get better,

I wonder if John will come back to me?
He really shouldn't have gone,
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Come the way you like,
I have abhorrence from dreams
and wings that you do not have
but come on wings.
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When you finally pass away,
Remember that's when not if,
Regardless of how you've got to say,
It'll be strange just lying there stiff.
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Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!
Rends-nous ces guerriers illustrés
Par le sang de Désille, et par les fun7eacute;railles
De tant de Français massacrés.
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This creature, though extremely thin,
In shape is almost square;
Has many heads, on which ne'er grew
One single lock of hair.
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That summer, we did not simply walk through
the valley of the shadow of death; we set up camp there,

orchestrating funerals for the anonymous,
found dead: a drowned mole—its small, naked palms
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Baudelaire was
driving a Model A
across Galilee.
He picked up a
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Sad salutations,
Funerals that precede death,
Dashed expectations,
Warm moonlight glow
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The wedding ring,
Is a remarkable.
Weddings come and divorces go,
But the price of gold never goes low.
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When the earthquake hit Haiti
I merely stumbled.

I took a step and
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Sidney died by the lake,
on the way to his funeral
He could not bear the loss
and was overwhelmed with grief.
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When August comes, joyful mood begins like a freshly bloomed flower;
For, all festivals come one after the other starting from Krishna Jayanthi;
Vinayaka Chadhurthi, Nine and one Nights, festival of lights and New Year come
Delighting all people all over the world to festival of harvest and Lovers' Day!
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subtle; rather muffled is the rustle
when hungering begging fingers
slide underneath haughty parting ones
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I came across an article "how to remain happy"
Mostly in later age after attaining sixty
It was in form of advice as what should be done
"Go out for help or attend funerals for those gone"
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So it has forced itself to enter into our world
as a beast that devours lives by thousands
separating us from our loved ones
depriving us to see our beloved on their death beds;
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Undoubtedly and
Globally we are all sad
With all that happens`
Around us,
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There are not leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally,
Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow.
There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugle we rally
From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow the Standard of Yellow!
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ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
“Great queen, what you command me to relate
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you can't see the sun if you're staring at the ground
and all is dark from behind closed eyes.

the birds do sing, louder than sorrow;
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A TIME TRAVELLER FROM
FUTURE YEARS!

I had once met a time traveler from future years,
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In the long, narrow hall of home,
hangs a bleached and fading picture of four-year-old me:
holding hands with his bushy browed grampa,
wearing one of those plaid wool caps
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Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream,
In London town there dwelt a subtile wight;
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I laughed because I did not have
what it would take in normal times
to cry for him. I had not practiced,
after all, boys will be boys but they,
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</>An Old Womans wisdom
Is the spilt milk of reason
Ornamental curled voice
Of a flea market mystic
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Lend me your pen
Mighty and indelible is its ink
Mysterious, how it gives voice
To a dumb and blank page
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He was my instructor
In a college English class.
His stories took us to Italy
And the way women cry
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Do you ever notice, as time goes by
The time seems to speed up quite a bit
So many things that you want to do
But in a day those things don't all fit?
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The death of Duryodhan concludes the war, and it is followed by
the lament of women and the funerals of the deceased warriors.
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funerals for family friends
to pay public last respects
to comfort living are funerals
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It is usual
for people in this country
(out of pretended respect
but rather from an impertinent curiosity)
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sitting alone with nowhere to go
ignoring the static from the radio
that interrupts my favorite song
haven’t loved it in so long
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It’s matter of fact that earth is going green,
From major corporations to the fluorescent household light bulb,
To the way of life that is to be seen,
After death going green is already in progress for funeral parlors in the UK,
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A day will come when I will die,
I won't want you to sit and cry.
I want instead from all, a smile,
Ignore the fixed funeral style.
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I came across an article "how to remain happy"
Mostly in later age after attaining sixty
It was in form of advice as what should be done
"Go out for help or attend funerals for those gone"
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The end

So it is all over
ashes to ashes
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To attend my ailing parents
And conduct their funerals
To support my weak wife
And, perhaps, see off her
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I've been to a hundred year party
My friend from the Home - Naughty Nelly
We had curry and rice
Which was very nice
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Goodbye rotating world, I am going to my creator.
You are neither my pal nor my liberator.
Tossed through the mad crowd I frown,
Long has been shunted like defeated crown.
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I have been to large funerals,
even had to conduct one for a friend.
There are so many mourners that the pallbearers
have trouble turning the coffin around.
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Far away windows of shattered visions,
The corpses that lie waiting
Inside of your salt:
The Jack-in-Box wound
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the sudden death of a sister & brother.
sister younger & brother older to my father.

for months sister suffered with pain,
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Corona absolutely prevails
Willing and unwillingly
Anywhere and everywhere
Without any tangible indications
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I’ve forgotten acts of kindness or to wish
people happiness if they can find it anywhere. I
would, if I could, help the bereaved furtively after
the mourners have eaten and left.
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We are all equal
When it comes to death
Although some try to make
This occasion different
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revisiting social etiquette
basic requirements
in civilized society
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They seem so pleased to be planning their funerals.
O why can't these ghoulish, sickly smiling creatures,
Enjoy the precious life that they have been given? ! .
For them it's all about the money. Yes even
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He was the world's stingiest cheat.
He went to funerals just for the eats.
It didn't matter whether he knew the deceased person or not.
He only went for a plate of food that was hot.
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