Death April Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift...

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I set out on a journey to appease my soul and honor the deity, but I got caught in a rift and almost fell from...

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In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast,...

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I saw a man leave today
  he had April in his eyes
a hipflask in his pocket
  as he said his last goodbyes

and all...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even...

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If I die tonight my message to be
With it’s grace I clearly see 
an escape in Zephaniah 2;3

In this life that I reside 
humbled and...

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You could be my wedding
You could be my call
A vow I make to heaven
Which only by my death shall fall

You could be my sunrise
My moon...

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A single tree in the middle of my desert

An image that has faded in memories
I wake up at broken clock time
Looking for a reflection of...

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I ask myself a rhetorical question regarding...
the durability, longevity, and tenacity of *****sapiens,
after screaming headlines report one after another atrocity.

How did the human species...

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Thru a paroxysm of tears...

I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow
starkly aware alienated daughter(s)
implacable woe sundered fatherhood
yesterday, today and tomorrow.

A series of unfortunate events
(move over...

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Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards 
Nightingales,...

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My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"

buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.

Aforementioned adventure
occurred...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving,...

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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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It’s been a year,


It's been a year since i've seen your warming smile
It's been a year since i've seen your beautiful brown hair
It’s been a...

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