General Poetry posted October 9, 2014


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Macabre poetry.

Ritchie-The-Bum Gets Buried

by Rmocruz

Rhymed verse:

In my new black suit donning a flower
Embalmed then boxed hour after hour
Coffin closed for a damn good reason
Shot in the face during hunting season

I hear many people talk, walk and cry
To gain their respect I only had to die
Hole has been dug so when they leave
I will then be buried I do believe

Destined to fertilize grass and clover
I'm pleased that awful flashing is over
I feel the downward movement begin
Descending to grave bottom alas I'm in


Free verse:

I am encapsulated in ambiguity,
hopelessly redundant.
Now muted and insignificant,
I blindly search for the path.
Lost, no plan, no future, no end.
Irretrievable, I fall ever backwards
battered and broken,
painfully uninspired.
Inside my head all is expressed,
though never heard a single thought,
a scream, a gasp, not to be known.
I am useless and oblivious
with heart consumed.
I lie entombed and persevere
like a cancer, I linger dormant
and impervious.



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Rhymed verse is not punctuated.
To my regret, I neglected to resurrect this verse in time for Halloween.
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