Death Above Poems

Asphalt black gets blacker still
In the total calm, sounds disappear
Wind gives up the sin of motion
Ocean tides know no boundaries
Only the pain of waves slapped...

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There is death in time 
There is death in a controlled mind 
There is death in heart 
There is death when a loved one is...

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No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of...

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"indeed I do fade away, 
within my thoughts
some days, yet I
still hold on to a
 grip that doesn't 
ever snap."

Ds...

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And if all I had 
was a heart to give,
would that be enough?

and if all I had 
in that heart were love
would love be enough?

for...

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a white dove above their soul
a languid breath left~
painful sobs of numbing grief

life curtain slowly closes
memories slowly transform ~
fades in and fades out

wind drifts and...

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I
This poem us based on Scripture, Ephesians 2:6, usually the author ascribed is Paul.

II
We participated in his life
And especially his death
A mystery, gift melting strife
Through...

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It's TRUTH and LOVE,which spark the light.
It's LIES and DECEIPT which spark the HATE.
Living in the shadows those bent and bound souls 
congregate.
Bowing to their...

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Thank You God on High Above
BY Franklin Price
02/02/2022

Thank you God, on high above
For watching o'er my life
For bringing me so long ago
 My best friend...

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Death from above 1953

My uncle
Was seaman
Died in Marseilles
A pig on a balcony
Fell on him.
Mother said
He died at sea
When a mine
Struck his ship.
A likely explanation
That served
His...

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The bright sun is shining                    ...

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I will transcend fear
when realisation dawns
my body's a host.

more than physical
we're spiritual beings
forever seeking.

age unimportant
my soul's eternally young
In fragile body

when spirit awakes
all my fear will...

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Beneath me lies the darkness 

Our shadow always peeking, 

The race that is not given swiftly 

But rather paced the pathway 

  Steady creeping....

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Some will say I have paid my just, spiritual Penance 
Though no crime have I confessed before the bar. 
With bitter Perfume in my nostrils,...

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when I go to the cemetery to visit the tombs of the dead
and I leave the world by stepping through the ornate gate
that leads me...

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