Tag: death
group name: crossbreedpoems
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October 26, 2007 05:54 PM EDT --
Earlier today I got a message from a Gather friend telling me of a family member (a man) who had passed away. I could tell she was filled with grief. of course we all should pray that God will . . . more
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October 04, 2007 04:03 AM EDT --
One says when, as death hovers to claim
Another victim quashed as remains
Never tasted the fruit of might have been
As harvested seeds become fallow
Hopes and dreams, become the ropes . . . more
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June 05, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered . . . more
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October 05, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes she sits and broods
And knows the darkly moods
Will pull her down
And let her drown
In memories unlocked
From dark rooms. Nothing blocked
From the sad days and hours.
All this . . . more
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July 31, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here . . . more
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February 24, 2008 11:33 AM EST --
Strange and beautiful,
silent stalker filled with grace;
Death is a whisper;
Time, a dark shadow looming,
reflecting on mirrored glass.
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July 14, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The blue blinds are drawn
The telltale signs
Are here and there
About her room,
The unmade bed,
The cast off shoes,
The nightdress thrown aside
And the bloodstained sheets
That softly tells
Of the . . . more
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May 30, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
It all began with
Sinatra singing
From a radio
In the corner of
The room and Donna's
Fat husband, Joey
Singing along with
The voice, making an
Awful sound, like cats
In a sack . . . more
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August 09, 2007 03:11 AM EDT --
A few days ago, cycling back to my home from the supermarket (yes, nearly all 5.4 million Danes use a bicycle), I passed by a small gray sparrow that had been run over by a car. I've seen that . . . more
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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her
Before her time,
That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their dread . . . more
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March 09, 2008 03:47 AM EDT --
I resent your getting old,
Death's cold touch seems closer now.
Somehow, when I draw quite near
I smell the fear in my pores,
And those claws, crimson and black,
Seek to draw back through . . . more
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October 08, 2007 03:41 AM EDT --
And so it came about
That he had doubt
About her fidelity;
The guys she saw,
The way she swung her hips
And tossed her head,
And he’d beat her some,
Until he was sure,
It’d all been some . . . more
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December 10, 2007 05:55 PM EST --
She had been there and touched it all
The grey shawl
Of her mother, put aside
Like a shroud to hide
The aging skin of her last days
And her awkward ways
And memory loss. She smelt
The scent . . . more
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October 15, 2007 02:51 PM EDT --
To Fly
I try to stay away from ledges
Because temptation is too great
For me to soar over the edge
To go ahead and meet my Fate
I'd like to sail for just one moment
To feel the cool breeze . . . more
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May 30, 2008 04:16 AM EDT --
And she crossed the room
Hoping the baby
Would be there, and that
Maybe she got it
Wrong those months ago
And that the cot would
Be full again with
Sound and movement and
That baby chuckle . . . more
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January 05, 2008 05:21 AM EST --
That aspect had all gone now.
All was left was the showy parts
That others were allowed to see.
She knew he wouldn't have changed
Or have seen her different than he had;
Some things never changed . . . more
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May 01, 2008 07:07 AM EDT --
They all lied.
Her father
Who thought he
Was God's gift
Lied; her sick
Mother who
Only had
Two months to
Live also lied,
Her boozy
Big Brother
And his loose
Lover Lied; . . . more
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July 01, 2007 11:29 AM EDT --
This is her bed,
You can see the creases
Where she laid her head.
The pillow holds them still
Like relics in need of keeping
For others to behold and others know.
She laid her body
Amongst these sheets . . . more
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August 18, 2007 01:27 PM EDT --
The babe in the womb
Waits for extermination
The voices are still.
more
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