Aware of existence, this body breathes and bleeds.
Savoring the life it is given, memories it feeds.
Heart and home, love and life, experience it needs.
Educate, illuminate, deserving through actions and deeds.
Soil rich, harvesting good from well nourished seeds.
Time does not stop, does not stand still.
Over the valleys, climbing over the hill.
Age begins to show on depths of sunken skin.
Silenced the heart that once beating, life cannot win.
Heavy the tears that fall out from deep within.
Emptiness follows, decay will soon begin.
Soil become the resting place of my brotherly kin.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, every life sees how the world passes.
You will be, as I will be, to the wind we are blown, ashes to ashes.
For Contest Funeral/Death
Sponsor: Gautomi Phookan
Captivated by the rising tide, alone she stood
On a solemn piece of rock. The darkness
Lingered over; correcting her daylight.
Death in its inevitability took the form of ocean.
Amidst the fleeting light, an absence and
Neglect writhed behind her eyes,
Draining her malevolence, turning it to fear.
A tapestry of thought weaved onto her shoulder,
Lethargy strained through her. Never fighting the
Overpowering desire to sleep. One foot first,
Never look back, for the
End, is here.
Derision Powers his Desire to Repair His
Torn Status Amongst Societies Cruel Structure.
Ten Years of Relentless Torture. Sharpens the Mind.
The Kindred Spirit of Hope Relieves him of Pressure
-He'll Eat The Flesh of Those Who are Not Through Living -
Dazed, Yet More Observant of Life Than Those Who breathe.
Berated and Shunned, They Would Tear at his Clothes.
Tensing His Muscles, he took Their Blows of Malevolence,
He Aspired to Die, His Dream, A Haven of Blackness Free From
The Never Ending Torment Which Ruled His Existence so Strictly.
He'll Set Himself on Fire and He'll Burn. He'll Burn Right into The Ground.
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Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision
Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing
Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When
Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.
- Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -
Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To
Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And
Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom
- Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -
Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting
Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.
Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled
Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The
Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The
Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from
Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched
Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.
- It Hit The Back Harder -
Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand
From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.
- He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -
"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.
- His Hope For Her Had Withered -
Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,
Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles
Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,
Never Fully Understanding Where She Was
Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.
- Her Words Stifled By Mucus -
Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,
He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.
It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected
Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,
Delicately Supporting Her Neck.
- And Laying Her Down -
- He Kisses Her Forehead -
- "Goodbye My Sweet" -
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Why do some get Cancer,
When we know this has no answer;
So this sickness isn't really Cancer;
Because we can not really find out the answer.
So here I will answer,
For everyone who suffers from Cancer.
C Can not find the Answer
A Anger, for not finding Answer
N No just cause for this Answer
C Caring in finding the Answer
E Everyone thinks they have the Answer
R Rest in peace, Sorry had no Answer
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
Holy God above
Is it time
My time then
I ask so gently
Do not take me
I am not ready
Ease me into it
Twisting the Misery around his Finger,
He walks to an isolated place.
Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He
Offers himself to the Earth.
Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a
Deceased Love Permeate his senses.
Meagrely He closes his eyes,
Night time captures the Sun and
Sinks into Sand. Darkness,
Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface
Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light,
Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist.
Peace is With Him, For Now, He
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
He Strains Against The Undying Bonds of Life,
Empties Himself to The World and Contemplates,
Swift, Agonising, Masochistic Blood Lust. - The
Grains in His Hourglass Glowed a Tempestuous,
Ominous Black. - It's Almost Over Now. -
Ink Blots Stain his Intellect, and Form
Neat Circles of Venom, Tightly Coiled around The
Greying Matter of His Slow, Ceasing Bone Cage.
Trials of Time Pull Gravity Tighter: He Fights to
Overcome the Weight, Struggling Indefinitely To
Keep his Confident Frame. He Begins to
Indulge Selfishly Within The Realms of His Own
Lucid Creation. - This is Real - Crystal Clear
Liquid Seeps Over his Feet - It Has to be Real. -
Holding his Love above Fear He Sinks his
Indigo Hands Into Flesh, Beyond the
Meat, and Far Beyond the Putrid Violent
Stench of His Mindset. This all has to
End. He Draws his Ultimate Inhalation, and
Looking Into the Back of His Head, He
Intricacies, delicately and poignantly
Shroud themselves, taking
Only his sanity and rationality.
Living on the edge of chaos,
And sinking his broken
Teeth into this life... He makes his
Heroic Shadows Twisted and Sprawled Amongst the
Endless Congealing Chasm. Liquid Fire Like
Lava, Scorches the Infinite Flesh. Kings, Now
Lepers, Weep for Brief Respite, In The place That They Call home.
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
Lonely with her illness but eyes full of care and passion
Until I could find a way to help you through the day
Cause this is heaven where you can always find a way
I'm thinking of you - I will remember you, be certain of that
Let's hope we're meeting again at the pearly gates
Lucilla catch the wind, and ride in on the white clouds
A rose so beautiful, I wish you have found your savior
Thank you for letting me be your friend Lucilla <3
A-L Andresen :)
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She was only three years old
When she was sold, forced to
Enter a world of slavery,
Amongst other children laboring,
To glue on buttons or “flair,” to
Sew pockets on shirts she’ll never wear, or
Hats she’ll never own, a clothing drone - for them,
Orders of greedy Americans, who
Pay pennies for her hands.
Sumei liked to feel the cloth move
Under her fingers, the smooth
Material against her face, to
Envision a world of beauty in lace,
Instead of her dirty working space.
Dreams of another life, of somehow
Escaping slowly trickled away, cowed by
Angry men, for quotas she couldn’t meet. So beat
Dead, age thirteen.
Received 1st place in "Something Worth Fighting For" contest
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well
I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet aggressor and to me it seemed he knew what
lay ahead. Maybe even welcomed it, I think he had,
had enough for who knows what he was going through
we all wear public faces keep the pain and torment
hidden. Freddie dear Freddie already I miss you so
much I will leave you with his own moving words.
richness of the heart
the tongue will speak graciously
a bounty of words
spoken tenaciously well
incanting ones included
I'm the accuser
blaming myself directly
a sign of my guilt
without any allowance
at the funeral
mourners in plenty
grave devoid of a body
instead thrown in a furnace
courage is with me
just as long I keep breathing
once I die I'm dead
apprehensively of course
don't know where I'm going yet
A few of Freddie's short poems
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Many born will choose paths in search of glory and fame
And after the dust has settled, not much value remains
Nelson “chose” with open eyes and a passion-filled heart
Despite physical pain and degradation, love kept his soul apart
Evil, he shunned when it would've been easy to embrace
Love, he championed throughout the marathon race
And now at last, peacefully, touched the finish line!
Note: In Honor of Nelson Mandela 7/18/18 - 12/5/13 +RIP
Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer
Tried to hold on to you
Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me
For many years this day was one
Of my favorite times of having fun.
Until this date in Sixty-two
Ripped into my heart, cut it in two.
To leave it shredded for evermore.
He would never again come through the door.
Oh how we cried, the children and I,
Father was gone, too young to die.
Just as we were planning fun by the ton,
Urgent phone call and all was done.
Love was forever snatched away.
Years have gone by, it still hurts today.
In the wake of its
Its gold and
Whispering heartache unfolds in torture
Incisions decorate the outside of you
See the river of lost hope unfold in a pond of red
How many will know you are dead