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By Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
Saturday, April 05, 2008

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The smell of death painted the town....

 He was working in the back landing when she walked into the thick stench of the decrepit ruins of the cemeteries above ground mausoleum. The towns’ people had been complaining about the rotten smell for quite some time. They wanted the entire mausoleum, and the bodies resting there to be relocated. Some of the burials sanctioned there have been resting for 80 years or more.  Those bodies apparently were not the issue; however the rotting pungent aroma of fresh deaths were. The smell of decomposing human remains is unlike anything you can imagine. It is worse than the smell of human flesh that has been burned in a fire.


His daughter was barely 5 years old as she seen him pull a fermented decomposing body from the concrete floor. It was the corpse of a man who had passed away 3 months ago. Her father had lost his grip on the casket from the top shelf. The casket fell to the flooring, and broke open.  He was gasping for his breath even though he wore a handkerchief across his nose, and mouth.  The putrid smell of death's decomposition was throughout the entire town. She could see her father was mortified by the dropping of the casket. The look in his eyes was…….


Was That Interesting? It’s Not Really A Story Though, It Is A True Encounter  Of Memories  When My Father &  Uncles Needed To Relocated the Mausoleum back in 1965 or 1966 & Yes All Of The Resting Residents in it. The smell is worse than anything you have ever smelled decomposing on the road. I to this day somehow Love Mausoleums & Graveyards…not the well manicured ones if you know what I mean...I Love The Graveyards that you would see in a Scarey Movie :)

Written: April  5th, 2008 5:47 p/m




My dearest ancestral sister calling to me

from the grave of a lost soldier’s cemetery…

Here you have rested buried for centuries

upon the flat lands of this old prairie…

Your undisturbed resting grounds

are now bathed within a thicket of thorns,

as hundreds of seasons have passed over

an ageless calm which the past still adorns…

Your long aged headstone silhouettes

within the graced brush of sedge …

unpaved by these forgotten grasslands

growing over on pastures edge…

From the bard of this abandoned meadow

I was led to an honor of your final memory…

For in your lasting inscription is a serene message

of my blessings from eternal history…

(Written: March 3rd, 2008 8:03 a/m)

Copyright© 2008 Vickie L. McColley

In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love



I went on a spectacular road trip this past weekend. I happened across this fabulous deserted graveyard. I love graveyards, cemeteries, and mausoleums. I should have made it my profession in some aspect. Anyhow, I took the above photos with my cell phone so I am so thrilled how well the pics came out as I wasn't able to see the picture screen for some reason. This is by far my best site I have ever visited. I will be going to Milwaukee this year to take pictures of the Old Soldiers Home; the Old Soldiers Cemetery & Their Mausoleum. I had visited these sites back in 2001 (without a camera) when I was further educating myself on wound care at the VA Clinic for the surgical wound care of para and quadriplegics whom have had their cath surgically inserted directly into their bladder. I hope to visit an underground Mausoleum someday. (Written: March 3rd, 2008 9:35 a/m)


















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Reviewed by Michael Tyler 9/26/2009
I really like this. We must be kindred spirits, as I am also a great wanderer of nearly forgotten cemeteries. Such a feeling to them. So quiet, as if the dead hush their surroundings. Very nice. I will have to read more.
Reviewed by D. Vegas 7/23/2009
Victoria, I am in awe of everything you do. Your writing and especially your poetry. I'm surprised you haven't been on Oprah.
I've only met a couple of people who write with passion,conviction and can make one feel like they are in your story or poem. . . .
Reviewed by David cox 1/14/2009
very interesting and descriptive.and a true story that leads into the poem.
so simply written you can't help to connect to it. a place where we all will be one day let's hope we will not be forgotten.
beautifully written vickie.
you definatly are one person who will not be forgotten.
love and light.
beautiful music as well who could ask for more
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 11/29/2008

A glowing, heartfelt story that touches the reader in a caring, and loving way . . . exceptional!!


Reviewed by 000 000 10/9/2008
Many tribute the living...and you have written a touching piece for those whom may be forgotten. I too walk in old cemeteries.
Reviewed by Richard Orey 8/30/2008
I've been sitting here spellbound watching these gravestones flash before me several times over, now. I love old things, even myself.

As I sit here now I have on my lap three old books. The most fragile of the three indicates that it was printed in Philadelphia in 1832.

Gravestones and cemetaries call out to you, my dear Victoria, while old books of the past call out to me. Perhaps we should consider a partnership. Let's meet at midnight to discuss the details. Instinctively, you'll know where I'll be.


Reviewed by Regis Auffray 4/22/2008
This is a very moving piece, Vickie. You share with your reader/s your insight into the "not so common." I love the sound effects as well. Congratulations! Love, hugs, and best wishes,

Regis xo
Reviewed by Carole Piller 4/21/2008
I love this piece. It is touching. The sound effects are great.
Reviewed by Bernice Lakota 4/7/2008
Beautiful poem V, a reminder to us all that death is inevitable. but life eternal is sweeter....
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 4/6/2008
V, All I can say is WOW, this is a fantastic write. Thank you for sharing your amazing creative mind.
Peace, love, and light,

Amber "V"
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 4/6/2008
Korea, summer, thousand upon thousand of North Koreans and Chinese dead soldiers around the hills. They didn't came to retrieve their fallen, they left them there to rotten...and yes, we got "that" smell.

Reviewed by Felix Perry 4/6/2008
Very effective write, love the slide show, I think you should come up to Halifax, Nova Scotia someday to our St Pauls cemetary it contains graves and tombs going back to the founding of the new world, it also has the cemetaries of the victims of the sinking of the Titanic. A historian's dream.

Reviewed by Morning Star 4/5/2008
This is awesome write I'm a little terrified of graveyards
When I was young my ant died was about to be buried
when her hand came out of the coffin at graveyard
I Was only six years old scared the you know what out of my pants!
But I truly love this story / poem
Peace love and light...Morning star
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 4/5/2008
P.S. I Took Those Grave Stove Picture With My Cell Phone :)
My Editor Is Possessed
So I'm scared to go edit in there now :(

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