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Speech of Tears

Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook

Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.

Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.

Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.

They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

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The End

The End

When it comes our time to be laid underground
Our voices now silent...we utter no sound

Our minds stop working and our thoughts disappear
We've finally ended those life living years

Some souls go up..some souls go down
Our bodies remain..six feet underground

We're thought of often from friends true and strong
After days turn to months some forget we are gone

So when you look in the mirror each morning think this
After a while you'll no longer exist

So grab life by the horns and enjoy each day
And if it's possible try to keep the grim reaper at bay

Love your wife your children and all of your friends 
Your cousins your brothers ..all of your kin

And remember this..... Someday you'll be gone
So never live your life sad and alone

Smile each morning and throughout the day
Your time here is short...the days fade away

Enjoy your life... while it's yours to keep
Until the time comes for everlasting sleep.

Copyright © William Pickard

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I WAIT FOR YOU DEATH

As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you dwell in it,
Just like another story,

How a freckled face glance down,
Why arched brows are falling down,
The crow lines of eyes say it,
When it aches to smile,
Wearing it which was disowned years back
Don’t spell or stare or nod,
May face lays as in absence of suspicion

Knot of rope around my neck, 
What changed or happened,
Somebody sprinkled dust on freshly painted canvas,
That Blush of youth _with self-indulged soul,
Beauty reflected in the eyes wide open,
Then agonizing hand interfered,
So made me wore this,
The face you don’t look at.

I have told enough, misery loses its grief,
If explained to satisfy that deaf ear,
Let it prevail, the dust,
Let me blacken myself in the stained canvas,
For that is what meant, and so,
Let this veiled face pray, in the shadow,
For the last breath, not for shrine,
Lived in mundanely and so did suffer,
Shall die in that ordinariness too,
If life asked you about my tiredness,
Don’t blame a name but a cure,
Which is desperately awaited, let her know.

Copyright © HINA NASIR

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My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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Copyright © Dr. Rev. Samuel Mack OMS DD

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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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At Peace

At peace, I lay
and hear you say
that all will be okay.
But it’s a lie,
‘twixt you and I,
for I am soon to die.
Yes, I am soon to die.

At peace, I lay
This final day
You know I cannot stay.
It’s time to fly
into the sky,
my love, our last goodbye.
This is our last goodbye.

At peace, I lay
I’ll look away
while fervently you pray.
You’ll heave a sigh,
I’ll wipe your eye,
then hold you ‘til I die.
I’ll hold you ‘til I die.

Please hold me ‘til I die.

Copyright © The Grahamburglar

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For the Late Midsummer

Show me a clear midsummer’s day, and I
Shall reveal the coldness lurking beneath
For which the mortals heave a knowing sigh
In kind, the winter bares her savage teeth


Yet we, who know better than to implore
Play games with Time that are cruelly coy
Always to have less than ever before
And thus is the fickle manner of joy


To depart tenfold as quick as it came
Seeking first the ones who try to hold fast 
For all who dare speak that elusive name
Breathe tender eulogies of summers past


Fear not, for the blush of this earth entombed
Shall run our blood until we are exhumed

Copyright © Nola Basey

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A Dying Hymn

O my graveyard
How I do find it hard
That I must sleep with you

“Until we meet again”
How sweet that sounds, my friend
But we both know it isn’t true

O my own death
How I’ll cherish that last breath
When I’m waiting here for you

I know this life must end
And how sad this is, my friend
But there’s nothing we can do

Copyright © Bruce Coates

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You Are Next

YOU ARE NEXT!


Wedding coat finery
covering my wretched dismay.
After pinching cheeks
aunties would always say,

“You are next!”
as if saying made it so.
Countless times it happened
no matter how often I said no.

Until I discovered how to stop it
using this little ironic gem;
now when I see them at family funerals
I started saying it to them!

Copyright © Christopher Reilley

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Typical Wednesday

She sits there, knitting
It’s the same deal with worker bees
A continuous addition, to completion
Shameful, that I keep tugging this loose thread
She's knitting for nothing
I think she knows too
Stubborn woman

Copyright © Michael J.J. Heart

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My funeral

Remember me like the holocaust 
Many die without having the chance to live
Millions of them without a funeral
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets

Remember me like the Great Depression
Markets crashing from the sky
People try to find a new hope 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like Abraham Lincoln
Innocence died before it had the chance to discover freedom
Bruises and wounds, too much hate to move on 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the Pope
Always forgiving and justifying the facts
Way up in the clouds we all go,
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like Martin Luther King Jr.
Giving up my own rights to end segregation
Bloody violence in the streets God bless us all
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the kids from Columbine
Assault rifles and bullets stray in the high school cafeteria 
Empty souls and dreams fill the school with ghostly thoughts 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets

Remember me like the people on 9/11 
Jumping a hundred stories to avoid burning
All the innocent blood spilled because of the Middle East
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the Pharaoh
Build me a temple and a shrine
Put everything in tomb that reminds me of life
Bury me with a casket full of bouquets  

Copyright © Trent Turney

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Grandmother

Poor Granny always wanted the entire family to gather in a reunion!  And not just immediate relatives like her children, "the Fab Four," but also all nieces and nephews. Old neighbors and teachers who had taught her children, she wanted too!

Naturally this got old as she was after a while.  It was very hard to get us together, as we had our own lives to live.  Still we would try sometimes try, but inevitably some always could not attend.

These absences would cause her sadness for weeks, then she would start planning
the next one.  Of course, the same thing would happen over and over again!

She was over 90 when she died alone and stii clinging to her somewhat outdated feelings to the family that loved her dearly.


finally
all gather at her 
funeral

Copyright © Thomas Martin