Best And Death Poems
Life and death across the sky
some must live and some
must die
Broken wings and slivers
showing
Shredded hopes the
wind is blowing
Feathers flying, hear the
call
Of the Night Hawk
through it all
Terror blotting out
the stars
Talons leaving
battle scars
Life and death across the
sky some will live and some will die.
The sun and moon conceived a star
shooting through time and space
born within the ocean
delivered upon its waves
while Beethoven's sonatas softly played
nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells
beach sand passed through coral reefs
as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep
begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath
but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death
from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth
watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew
waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new
sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue
in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where
everything was once created in it's hidden depths
and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."
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Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower
The dark is not so dark without a light
If you let your eyes adjust
Then you can really hear the crickets sing
The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess.
The hours are long till midnight’s chime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The wise old mysterious owl, unsurpassed
at vigilance during the dark,
in the lore of the past could events forecast,
though lacking the song of the lark.
Still future tomorrows are anyone’s guess
when we’re in existence’s prime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
Our lives stretch before us as endless array,
neath skies bright with starry wishes,
of vast possibilities all on display
or feast of enticing dishes.
To life’s great adventuring we acquiesce.
We’ve many a mountain to climb.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The universe also has spans of ascent
(or multiverse, as some prefer,
having ‘bubbles’ in space of dimensions bent
with heavens discretely astir),
together with cycles of cosmic regress,
midst empyrean spheres sublime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time.
On this earthly stage where we mortals play out
our shenanigans, seldom wise,
getting backed into corners with no way out,
till at last we open our eyes,
let’s endeavor our noblest selves to express
ere we bow out of pantomime,
for while seeming eternal, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time…
~ Harley White
Searching vainly, the dark enthralled with death,
Moral fervor and forthrightness deep breath.
In utter silence, stealth into its depths
Drawing breath, soon all His knowledge in breadth.
Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane,
Distraught His strength falter growing angst pain;
Looking up to the heavens in discourse
On bend knees in unspoken end recourse.
Jesus stretched out on the cross gazed at their grief.
Scarlet sorrow; all they could see, His brief
Passion of life and crimson tainted cross.
Whilst soldiers toss dice, but blind by their loss.
Why? Please, let his suffering come to an end.
They loved Him yesterday, cannot comprehend.
4/9/2020
Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.
Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.
Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and rainfall.
Dancing, prancing and romancing
singing by-gone songs,
Christmas giving, loving, living
here at home and gone.
Wishing wells, magic spells
rivers, lakes, seashores,
children growing never knowing
what's in store.
Big parades in sun and shade
wild animals in the park,
ice cold beer and someone near
when comets pass in the dark.
Climbing mountains, drinking fountains
Liars, tricksters, cheats,
Saving grace and holiness
And poetry that speaks.
Dishes, wishes
and a pocketful of dreams,
Timbuctoo, Kalamazoo
New York and New Orleans.
And boats that sail watching whales
reading, writing books,
never-ending always spending
money on good looks.
History, wizardry and mysteries
inside a grain of sand,
life and death like old Macbeth
we may never understand.
While enjoying the beauty, Life says, " Follow my steps..."
15.03.16
Written: September 15, 2023
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In the halter of destiny, we are all bound.
A monody of souls dissemble and found
With every lynch of trice vicious hand,
We quest to the ossuary of the apex land.
Yet in this hoedown of life and death,
We descry trices to canonize our breath.
In the equidistant cuddle, we share,
We ascertain solace in the clad of despair.
Through brittle nights and rallying days,
We quest to unfetter from the maze.
Omega awaits to clarify our fate.
Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate.
Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain,
As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain
Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky
Espies our destruction with a silent sigh.
An epidemic of metempsychosis,
We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis.
On hiemal days and hibernal nights,
We bear the stature of sorrow's bite.
In every epoch of fugacity,
We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity.
Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome
Nocuous menace to switch what we've become.
We often embellish it as life is so anxious.
Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress.
Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke.
Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke.
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art.
Delight and anguish entwine—never apart.
At the pinnacle of this poetic tale,
We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails.
Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind,
We have the incite to bequeath them all behind.
So let us dance, with hearts bridled high.
Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
LIFE and DEATH
Those have passed away, where they might had been?
But I believe in reincarnation
as delightful wishes for our dear kin.
May be illogical expectation.
I pay tribute honoring expiry,
But I hope somewhere my loved one is born.
What’s the end, if death be mandatory?
If soul be immortal, how could be torn?
After death body goes on cremation
Is there any identity of soul?
Unsolvable eternal equation.
Life plays a mystic miraculous role.
Those have passed away, where they might had been?
But I believe in reincarnation.
07/20/19
90th Heavenly Birthday The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Contest by William Kekaula
Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused
overly abused
everything gone
dot (E)
the last thing I remember is you all
shooting your words like bullets
I took the pills one by one
for your satisfaction. to numb the pain.
Dot dash (A)
Crazy how when my lifes on line
your my friend
when you said it was all for pity
I was blinded by love
dash (T)
I ran
far out of my parents reach
they called me
the police called
Dot dot dot dot (H)
I was found
taken to hospital
pumped with medication
all because of you
dash dot dot (D)
Dot (E)
Dot dash (A)
Dash (T)
dot dot dot dot (H)
The thing I almost faced that night
The Chasm Of Depression And Death
Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths
I walk the cemetery all alone with me,
loving each ancient, gnarled, beautiful perfect tree.
The grief in this graveyard hangs like a green curtain,
the grass- and filigree leaves swaying in each tree.
Once these souls had a life and I hope happiness,
oh listen- a thousand songs coming from a tree.
I read the inscriptions wondering how they died,
one day perhaps I will rest under a shade tree.
This is so sad to think about but it is real,
now, a chickadee chatters from a bent old tree.
Life got the best of me
...death got the rest of me
Life
When the world understood corona reality
The global struggle creates unreal conditions
Death
09.04.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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