Bodies Piling Up

Bodies Piling Up

A Poem by barleygirl
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many have kicked the bucket . . .

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Mom tossed her scraps at ninety-seven
now she sips Wild Turkey up in heaven
my bestie-angel hovers, tickling me
he anticipates my blast-off apogee
these boondocks are down one yokel
“natural causes” lobbed one more local.

Let’s face it, the bodies are piling up
how many stiffs at the next roundup
this is what old age serves up, buttercup
boot the bucket, I’ve barely grown up!

Too many ripe carcasses to be iced
nobody can duck the heavenly heist
prophesies teeter tall like fetid files
someone’s detritus discarded in piles
hair clumps bejeweled with gravel
microbes hoot when putrid guts unravel.

Ashes to ashes, we stifle backlashes
dust to dust, rumors won’t be discussed
nary a quiver about her diseased liver
worms gladly host our cosmic compost.

Must be nearing the end of my vector
each signpost conjures up a new specter
I long for sweet eternity on a half shell
but with my history, I’m headed for hell
my final walk will be raked by shakedowns
juicy maggot burps fluff wet coffee grounds.

There’s no doubt the bodies are piling up
each year the unavoidable void speeds up
the tea leaves are unmistakable buttercup
let’s peel, we’ve so little time to hookup!

© 2019 barleygirl


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I have been thinking about my folks, all the friends i have lost, the celebrities we grew up with who are now gone...and it so often makes me really sad...thank God, your poem reminds us of those folks probably as they would want us to, With a damn Smile...
thank you for this one, Margie..
j.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I just finished a book where the narrator kept visualizing his friend (who just died) as rotting und.. read more



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I have heard of death and taxes but never death and coffee grounds:) I prefer the latter but will probably get a bill anywho I am constantly surrounded by specters they dance around my head they enter my coffee mug and they most definitely call to me in write! It is a torturous aspect that when we reach the presence of mind to be present of mind that we each become keenly aware of the clock. Making the mandate of expression a frenzied affair but alas it makes for good writing as you just did in here. love your voice Margie always love your voice!!!!!!!!!!

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I don't use a paper filter, just the coarse drip basket, which lets in a fair amount of solids. I li.. read more
Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Month Ago

feed me more....yum:)
So little time to hook up indeed Margie and as we head for the exit we see those leaving ahead of us. We feel more vulnerable and short of time itself. Nicely conveyed!

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Thank you for stopping by to see what my weird twisted summer is churning out! I'm delightfully drun.. read more

I love this Margie and believe me, I hardly ever use the L word... funny innit, I have never & I do mean never ever worried about my own passing... I see it as like stepping through another doorway... when I lose others dear to me tho.. well that is a different matter... maybe I'm just selfish or summat....NUGs n stuff from this old near stiff......... N:)

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I know exactly what you mean. The older I get, the stronger is my desire to live more fully (after m.. read more
Neville Pettitt

1 Month Ago


............... N is :)ing here
Oh how I love this piece Margie!...its going into the library straight away...

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I love your enthusiasm! You must "get me" when it comes to laughing about how everybody is kickin' a.. read more
LE Berry

4 Weeks Ago

You either laugh a little at what life gives you or you cry too much...
What a send up on death. So much humour here which is so refreshing. Certainly a more uplifting way of looking at what is inevitable for all of us as we age. We lose lots of people we love and that is sad. This has got a touch of Monty Python about it Margie. Made me smile even though the subject is no laughing matter. Well writ girlie.

Chris

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I can write sentimental stuff when I tell stories about a beloved person who's gone now, but when it.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

It was an acquired humour. Andrew often writes in that style :))
This reminds me when I met an old friend a couple of years back.
Asked him how his mum was doing. Mum died.
How about your dad. Dad died.
Your lovely sister, Stella. Died in a road accident. I knew he had an older brother, but something said to me, for fucksakes, Paul, say it was good to see you and run like hell.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I have been lucky most of my life, becuz there have been so few fatalities among my people. Now I've.. read more
The older we get the more we must face our mortality. Not only seeing ones we love pass on but also those we watched or listened to growing up pass on.
It is hard getting older but we must feel blessed that we get the chance cause many have not.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I must be uncommonly detached, becuz I have not had the usual response to the many deaths in my life.. read more
Love the way you seem to weave magic so effortlessly... you took what tends to be a dark subject and gave it vibrant tones! Beyond impressed!

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I just finished a book where the narrator was obsessed thinking about how his friend (who just died).. read more
Makes me think of the ones close to you, and how you should spend more time with them, death is always around us.

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I hate to be jaded, but I am not one of those people who thinks about spending time with people, jus.. read more
Ah, the grim reaper turns up so much he sold his house and now lives in a RV . . . always on the road,
"lookin' for adventure". When he goes to CA he rides a Harley! with a sidecar. Inventive poem Gal . . . even if a bit morbid. It certainly was not DOA!
T

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barleygirl

1 Month Ago

Damn! You've given me a new perspective on death! Now I'm going to have to go for a ride with the Gr.. read more

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