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Sydney Neijmeijer Poem
Existing in the realm, of its own true hell
The pacing of the parasite begins to swell
It suffers in silence yet demands to be heard
It will never survive without its bevy of words
As a thief of hearts, it sought our souls
And refused to acknowledge the unspeakable tolls
It relished our pain our faults and our woes
Acted as friend yet lived as foe
Alas truth lost, but so did the beast
For a cancer did grow, and on lies it did feast
From within his throat, it locked in its feet
And his mask is now meeting a deadly defeat
Copyright © Sydney Neijmeijer | Year Posted 2014
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Sydney Neijmeijer Poem
Your colorful skin
Has been stripped from its bones
Thrown, shriveled, into a heap
Onto a hospital bed
Plugged into the wall
Toxins flushed throughout your body
Eating the smile off your face
Watching you go to war
For one more breath
One last glimpse
Looking into your pale eyes
I see a stranger’s helpless body
Forcing short breaths
Take mine away
A twisted flicker of peace
Dances across your face
With one last calm breath
You withdraw
Soul released
An unfinished symphony?Consumed with grief ?Sorrow has arrived?With smiles thief
Copyright © Sydney Neijmeijer | Year Posted 2014
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Sydney Neijmeijer Poem
Stupid. Drunk. Speeding. Andrew. 80. Captive adrenaline. Heart racing. Flying by life.
Afraid to move. Andrew sleek-faced infant. Stuck to the wheel. Frozen staring straight ahead.
Untainted flesh still untouched. Running a red light. Striking a tree. Catapulted from safety.
Breaking through glass. Lurching towards asphalt. Bones crushed. Death slides closer.
Thrust it away. One last glimpse. Before the lights all drown. Swallowed by slippery light.
Final forced breaths. I die. Painted. Red. Stupid. Drunk. Speeding. Andrew.
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Sydney Neijmeijer Poem
My stare,
? like a statue's -?
not a blink,
? wink?
or twitch -??
Deepened in the history.
??I lift generations to my chest,
?But the frame jealously clamps itself
?Around the black and white haze of years.??
Wet warmth washes the venerable glass ?
That nurtures the dulling gloss, ?
Keeping clean from the dust of contemplations.??
Duty interjects.
?I bare a smile,
?Telling nod - ?
Tacit acknowledgment -
??Then unknowingly place the fading vision ?
Back down on the sideboard??
Until another year
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A weathered stone now bears my name
?Identity of once a being
?Living out existence
Never making sense of why we are here
To be absent from the body
?Is to be present with the Lord?
The dust returns to earth
Yet separates from bones
Up here you will hear a rhythmic sob?
Or two from living yet-to-dies
?A stream of longing ?
Destiny’s abyss
They cry for me?
Sharing tears
?Mortality brings ?
As twilight nears
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