Death Poems

The Perfume Bottle

The crystal perfume bottle still remains,
the one he gifted her so long ago,
upon the dressing table veiling pains
of life’s uncaring, unrelenting blow.

The soft gardenia scent still takes him there
to moments shared when loving seemed complete;
unending nights beneath the stars they’d share,
and every sunrise was a joy to greet.

But then one winter day the angels came
to

Pleading For Help

There are things in this life
Weighing me down it's true
There's anxiety and depression
Are some hell l go through

The part of life called living
This is the burden I bare
It would be different for me
Maybe if anyone would care

People who are close to me 
Have left me to be alone 
They don't like what they hear
My actions

With a Gentle Hand

Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.

It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.

Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.

Love

A surging dirge '

Deep in the bush i hear  'the snapping of sticks' a sound that flat toned sits with a
Feeling.. Just so sick.' When did Vice-pol
Really get so bad? No shes just not right.'
Wow the vibes real sad.' I think of their 
Estate? unravelling fast now.' Tailing off
Like a dingo's howl.! They have returned to
Their vomit..As

Fall from love to death

It started with a smile
A true love a dirty deep love
Panda dunks and bands flying 
Clubs and soft skin
Past in the can can you remember

He was so sweet so loving
You wouldnt see it coming
The slow poison 
Shes living live laughs jokes with his boys and then

He snapped

The bruise ripened like the fake fruit that sat

Ridiculous

Don’t spread cremation crumble on burnt toast.
Is what the undertaker said about dad’s ashes.
My furrowed brow responds…
Why? Who would do such a thing?

If you were to follow a random person 
from the street, ever wonder, where it might lead?
You just might pick some ordinary schmo.
single?
innocent?
cavalier?
kind?

You may find out something—wishing you hadn’t 
psycho?
shallow?
yokel?
callous?
hapless?
omnicidal?

Would you spread cremation

County Road 43

the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels 
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.

the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the

A Beacon of Warmth

A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.

She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.

For her

Unwavering Before Eternity

Death's Shadow creeps across the wall 
Where memories of triumph Stand tall 
Each scar tells stories of battles won 
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.

The ledger of our days is closed 
Accounted for in every pose 
No whispered no apologies sought 
No trembling knees, no faltering thought. 

Before the throne of judgment high 
We stand

Volcabulary of the Dead

i’m cooking these words on the stove,  
hoping they won’t burn—  
but they burst into flames,  
fierce with laser focus,  
only to be choked on  
when spoon-fed,  
and regurgitated  
when swallowed.  

served like fast food—  
empty calories filling the gaps  
meant to comfort,  
to

SARDONCA

Surviving the waves of pain,
   Loss of three children that she gained.
   Flowing into a pit of despair.
   Home burned.
   Taken away.
   Raped until her uterus faded one day.
   Left starving on a lost shore.
   No hope anymore.
   Hair

IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS

When we’re feeling the pain of someone’s death
and looking for something to help restore us…
May we be blessed to remember 
we’re always walking
In the footsteps 
of those how came before us.

FOLLOW HER LIGHT

We attended a memorial service for a friend of ours 
who recently passed away…
Where family and friends came to celebrate her life…
Where stories were shared, 
songs were sung 
and people bowed their heads to pray.

As I watched and listened to her family 
sharing memories they’ve made throughout the years…
they filled the day with love and

VIC-POL

Heard some twaddle ten days ago? some TWOTS with microphones giving it a go.'
Got some SCAZNA waddling in the hills.' 'Johns' Questioning the locals..By order of the shills.' I think there are snipers ? I wonder
Are there some, who gunned down our Koalas; 800 was it the sum.? Geez what a heap of trouble from

4:09:05

4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.

Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit

They say all it takes is

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