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gun salute~
                                           in every fold of the flag
                                                   his sacrifices

darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones

she walks with angels
  in heaven's angelic realm
    on clouds of fine silk

  dark grey winter day
    casket lowered into ground
      coldness in the heart

Love is as love does
Peace begets peace; happy day
Unconditional 

barely pink blossoms
Vincent’s funeral blanket
lay atop his grave

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins 
July 26, 2012

Cigarettes are gross.
They can really kill you too
Dead. Gone. Forever

on his cheek
by her graveside
one drop

single silver birch
overlooks the whitened head stones
priest in black waiting.

her lips quiver
without making a sound...
funeral song



© kashinath karmakar 2012
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Placement:1st ;(March 2012)

Contest:Strictly a Stickler for Strictness (haiku)

Sponsor:Charles Henderson

A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.

Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.

Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.

-Caroline Youngless

a minute silent . . .
the cackling of a child
in the hall


the cow feeds 
on grass sprout . . .
goats bleat

green eggs on gravestones
with Easter baskets for two
I wonder aloud

3 old men
sit in funeral home
alone

LOVE

Love will conquer all
those who fight it...surrender
to lose is to win

LILIES

The lilies called me
I sheltered in their flowers
a casket loomed close

BIRDS

Sirens scream at dawn
helicopters in pursuit
birds keep on singing

In forgetting 
I am Just az Hyde:

The who by day 
By night
Does not coincide

Watched Hogan's Heroes
when i was a little child
rest in peace Bob Crane

pale naked head bones
grim remains of sacrifice
the horse heads hang low

Joe Flynn dead in pool
in it with his leg in cast
ruled a heart attack

God gave us tears to
release the sadness that death
brings into our lives

I sit alone
                                           At her sunlit grave site
                                             Two white butterfles

Forget-me-nots bloom
My darling's epitaph reads
Do you hear the whippoorwill

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!


To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!

Thoubert!

A little boy,

Scatters flowers of purple and grey,

Where his coffin lays.

thick blanket of death

from the forest, heavy mist

lone dark horse comes.

 

(January 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Past, present, future
Children of earth back to earth
Leaving our thumbprint

a lost boy asked a
stranger for help; was kidnapped,
killed and dismembered

an innocent life
snatched by evil hands ; let this 
child be  remembered

Mother's  looks, hung head
 
A golden casket planning
 
Grandfather is dead…

April showers 
thunder on varnished woodwork 
wormy fine dining

an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;

cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot

endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot


*baby was not the intended target

Tears stream down her face
It was so unexpected
He was in a wreck

silver furrowed brow
warm streams seep through pleated seams
shrivelled folds bleached white

What has life in store?
Milk on bed and milk when dead.
Why sulk all along?




P.S.This poem is based on the Hindu customs of burial. Attending a funeral recently taught me this very essence of Life.

pine coffin’s lowered
into the freshly dug grave
raven caws in tree

in memory of our treasured  friend Don whose funeral we attended yesterday

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The dark smoke bellows,
the fire dances to her rhythm
and humans watch on.

ducts swell with warm streams
silty briny residue
eroded dreams clog