Notification Of The Death Of Alberto
cousin lauro need not complain
about obituaries
i am tired of his myriad pretenses
this time he says he does not know the address
neither the time of the funeral,
baloney, i sent him the notice two days ago
when he said he was in Tacloban attending
to a business meeting, urgent as it was,
now his baby is sick
but alberto's funeral pushes through
in the rain, black umbrellas open
lauro is not here again
perhaps, he is dead, somehow, we wish
for his uncalled for
indifference.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Funeral
MULTICOLORED umbrellas
marching the black road
towards his final resting place
this is his funeral
people cross the bridge
of the blue river
the day is bright
and the grief is light
He must have
IF he were still alive
Disliked it
He wants black umbrellas all along
Black suits
Blue flowers
A rainy day
He wants his departure to be sad
He has many unfinished business
Too may sins still
Without the penance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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HIS FUNERAL (edited)
MULTICOLORED umbrellas
marching the black road
towards his final resting place
this is his funeral
people cross the bridge
of the blue river
the day is bright
and the grief is light
He must have
IF he were still alive
Disliked it
He wants black umbrellas all along
Black suits
Blue flowers
A rainy day
He wants his departure to be sad
He has many unfinished businesses
Too many sins still
Unforgiven
And needing the penance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Night Funeral in Harlem
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Where did they get
Them two fine cars?
Insurance man, he did not pay--
His insurance lapsed the other day--
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Who was it sent
That wreath of flowers?
Them flowers came
from that poor boy's friends--
They'll want flowers, too,
When they meet their ends.
Night funeral
in Harlem:
Who preached that
Black boy to his grave?
Old preacher man
Preached that boy away--
Charged Five Dollars
His girl friend had to pay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
When it was all over
And the lid shut on his head
and the organ had done played
and the last prayers been said
and six pallbearers
Carried him out for dead
And off down Lenox Avenue
That long black hearse done sped,
The street light
At his corner
Shined just like a tear--
That boy that they was mournin'
Was so dear, so dear
To them folks that brought the flowers,
To that girl who paid the preacher man--
It was all their tears that made
That poor boy's
Funeral grand.
Night funeral
In Harlem.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Mamunia
Mamunia mamunia mamunia
Oh oh oh
Mamunia mamunia oh oh oh oh
The rain comes falling from the sky,
To fill the stream that fills the sea
And thats where life began for you and me
So the next time you see rain it aint bad,
Dont complain it rains for you,
The next time you see l.a. rainclouds,
Dont complain it rains for you and me
Mamunia...
It might have been a bright blue day
But rainclouds had to come this way
Theyre watering everything that they can see.
A seed is waiting in the earth
For rain to come and give him free,
So the next time you see l.a. rainclouds
Dont complain, it rains for you.
So lay down your umbrellas
Strip off your plastic macs.
Youve never felt the rain my friend,
Till youve felt it running down your back
So the next time you see rain, it aint bad
Dont complain, it rains for you.
The next time you see l.a. rainclouds
Dont complain it rains for you and me.
Mamunia...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Jojo
The red angel,
The white angel,
The blue angel,
The black angel,
It is a very long time that we've heard from you people;
But, where is Jojo my cousin?
The windows of heaven were opened to rain for forty days,
And forty nights without seeing you my cousin;
But two by two they went into the ark.
Oh Jojo where are you?
Like the cold and the heat and the winter and the summer,
You are gone for many days and we are yet to see you again.
Of the seed time and the harvest time,
Jojo my cousin where are you?
Try to tell us your where about when you read this message.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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His Funeral Is Mine
He is just a young man,
With little knowledge of his own future.
Little did he know,
His funeral was coming in days time.
Years have passed him by,
And little did I know,
I fell in love with him,
He fell in love with me.
Little did we both know,
Too little.
I figured out from his unhappiness,
His marriage was the day of his funeral.
I know the right thing to do is to stay away from him,
But he's too charming,
He has me locked in his magic spell,
His funeral has become mine.
As I fall asleep each night,
I remember the minutes in his presence,
As I know he is spending the night
With his wife..
poem by Petra Tawfik
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Red Poem
I wanted to write a poem in red
with all the qualities that red has:
texture, light, sound, urgency and intensity that red has
Because I'm tired of blue poems or yellow
I wanted to write a poem in red.
poem by Lauro Marques
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Procession
A sinuous black worm,
the funeral procession
of black limousines crawls
toward the cemetary.
The headlights on the
hearse stare straight ahead
like zombies’ eyes,
illuminating the way.
Automobiles passing
the opposite way pull over,
some passengers hushed,
some restless.
Burdened with baby's breath
gladioli sprays and black lace,
a funeral is solemn
departure—a journey
before the journey
after the journey.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my funeral
Because i'm not dead but sleeping
And relaxing on Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in view to mourning
But within you, you're here to mock
Because my poetry has once expose your secret-deeds
Throw my body where you please
Or let it be dismembered
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my daffodils
And you who want my fish to swim on a dry earth
Throw me on a stormy sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious shame
I can never sight the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lust souls
Wear them a garment pure as snow
Before they lie low with me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we're debtors of death
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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I Don't Even Know You
Friend,
Once upon a time you were my friend
and the day I knew you played a plot
to demean me thru a sting mission
and the day you confessed that
you plotted behind to chase me out
for your own survival
you died as my friend
and I threw your corpse to a graveyard
and I saw you lie there cold and dead
without any respect or dignity
a human deserves
I did not wait for your funeral
that I left with a clergy
and when I walked alongwith
my pure earth I looked back
at your funeral pyre there I could see
only black smoke like the blind,
black spots of your brain and mind
which killed you and your inner vision
Oh Friend? ? ? ?
I am in peace now and I feel
I don't even know you.....
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Sick & Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
Youre the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I wont run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh Ill forgive, but I cant forget,
You know youre a fake, but I just cant take no more,
Cause Im tired of it.
Im so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
Im so tired, sick and tired,
Im so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
Youre a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
Im so tired of it all.
Im so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
Im so tired, Im sick and tired of it all.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sick and Tired
Im sick and tired of the lies you told me.
Sick and tired of what you want me to be.
Sick and tired of the way we live.
Sick and tired Im in such a dread.
Sick and tired I want to go to sleep.
Yea so sick and tired it makes me weak.
Sick and tired dont wanna be me.
Sick and tired of no harmony.
Day aftrer day you just come out and say...
'Tomorrow will be a better day'
Well Im sick and tired of that over used phrase.
So sick and tired of the way you dont change.
Sick and tired I wanna go home.
Oh so sick and tired dont know where I belong.
Sick and tired of not getting along.
So sick and tired, thats it, Im gone.
poem by Ebony Tesfay
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A Problem With Living Too Long
A godlier man, there never lived -
My dear old Uncle Fred,
And throngs should fill the funeral home
When word comes that he's dead.
For the numbers at the funeral home
Are a measure of one's worth;
The sum of all the lives one's touched
While here upon the earth.
But few will visit the funeral home
When my Uncle passes on,
For he's lived so long that those he's touched
Are already dead and gone.
Lilacs At My Funeral
Lilacs at my funeral
Lilacs when I’m dead
Lilacs in my coffin
Placed gently by my head
Lilacs at my funeral
Lilacs when I’m gone
Lilacs to help send me
On my journey home
Lilacs at my funeral
Lilacs for my grave
Lilacs instead of roses
Think of the money you will save
1978
www.dakotaraeaustin.com
poem by Dakota Austin
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No Baloney Homosapiens
Hey you out there in outer space
You're lookin' at some style and grace
The blood and gutty human race
Well, come on down here to meet us
And all you sightings up there in the sky
Feel free to drop in anytime
Anytime you're just kinda passin' by
And you get the urge that you want to see us
Oh, we're fun and games
Just guys and just dames
But don't call us names
And most of all, please don't eat us
'Cause we're no baloney, homosapiens
We ain't phoney
Oh we're no baloney homsapiens
Listen, just 'cause you got
more ears than eyes
That just gives you more places to cry
And acutely hear all the moans and sighs
Of the relatives of the people
You disintegrated
And don't you say we're easy prey
'Cause buddy, that's the day
Your underestimation will defeat you
But don't worry, we're civilized
And we won't eat you
'Cause we're no baloney, we're homosapiens
We ain't no phoney
Yeah, we're no baloney homosapiens
We're black and white
You're green and blue
Well, we're all right, so are you... I think
My blood's thick red
You bleed black glue
So, let's not bleed at all
Is that all right with you
Yes, we're no baloney, we're homosapiens
We're not phoney
Yeah, we're no baloney homosapiens
Yes, we're no baloney, homosapiens
Take it back with ya
We're no baloney homosapiens
No baloney, homosapiens
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let Me Embrace Lonely Distance
First, I got the message you were sick
then the message that you were admitted
then came the message of your death.
It's just a matter of days when distance
between life and death could be counted,
just a matter of days to your funeral service.
Let me embrace this lonely distance
by joining in your funeral even in absence
Let me embrace your memory alive today.
_________________________
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Lonely Funeral
An unforgiving memory conspicuously brought back to existence
The beginning of the end has only begun
You can douse the corpse in cough syrup, but your timing’s a little off
You seem to have murdered your own heart
I hope it had a lonely funeral
I regret to inform you but the eulogy’s been said
Did you ever plan to notice that your clock had fallen behind?
The possible remedy missed its chance
Time waits for nothing, gone in a glance
It appears you have murdered your own heart
I’m sure it had a lonely funeral
poem by Manny Negron
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Perfection...Please!
im sick of pretending its all perfect, tired of living a lie; sick of loving you, tired of the tears i cry. im sick of giving you my love
tired of getting nothing in return; sick of all these other girl, tired of being unable to learn. im sick of running back to you tired of returning hurt; sick of your stupid act, tired of being treated like dirt
sick of living this life, tired of being blue,
sick of thoughts about giving up, tired of the stupid things i do to try to get close to you
why do you inflick so much pain, whydo you push me in the pouring rain. whydo you like to hurt me so mych juist let me be,
why is it that your doing this to me? im sick of it all
so sick im gonna do it; so tired of being stuck in this phase,
so sick, im ready to quit.
poem by Octavia Wilson
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Funeral Becomes a Must
Funeral of the Mind
becomes must though should not
Aggregation-and-Aggravation
be in halt.
Funeral of the Heart
becomes must though should not
Affliction-and-Abjection
be in halt.
Funeral becomes a Must!
poem by Roseville Nidea
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