far end of the graveyard

cant find it for tall weeds

but why did I come here?

thorn pricks, leg bleeds

this grass needs cutting

Billy always was a liar

there's daffodils dead

more blood from a briar

should have put on a coat

hurt me when he strayed

its starting to snow again

not only me he betrayed

trips on a trailing bramble

marble knocks her ...

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Sounds a bit John Donne

Breasts and thighs so firm,

Lying cold at the mercy of

That fruity graveyard worm

With age you consider more

The destiny of your remains

When time puts an end to

Yearsful of aches and pains

Bodies decay, even one as

Delicious as bonny Linda's,

Whatever made her stipulate

Bowing out in hot cinders?

Either way she's history

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You loved peering at gravestones

I'd popped out of church for a smoke

In a tempest of wind and rain

We managed to enjoy a quick joke

After we met in a graveyard

That hinterland of heaven and hell

You became my rock of ages

My very own graveyard belle

You spoke of granite and marble

Sandstone's tendency to crumble

How weathered stones, though mossy

Made yo...

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As the rains came we followed

As the rains fell we listened

And walked towards the minister,

Passing by the dark grave wherein she lies,

To drop another daffodil, a final kiss from life,

On the pale box below.

And on, to cluster round beneath the trees

Circling the family, rooted by some strange harmony

Of communion: a drifting mass lost in loss.

On the hillside, as the ...

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On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel

This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity

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The Crooked Beast At The End Of A Crooked Path

I saw him rise like a dark spectre
in the clouds
at the end of a crooked path
his horned head cocked
spreading his cloven claws
astride the graves that nestled
safe beneath the trees
his wings unfurling
across the sky
and gathering in
the long dead souls
beneath the ground
and I thought
I heard the demon say
“I told you I would not fo...

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