Best Fate Worse Than Death Poems
Oh, don’t abandon us now!
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Tell us, Dr Fauci, my dear.
What shall I do, Holy Cow?
Should I check my cat’s rear?
Is there Omicron in my ale or beer?
I fret over eating meat from a sow!
Shall I go check my skin in a mirror?
We need you, who makes thing, clearer!
We might have to go to work?
Oh, no, a fate worse than death!
To smell real human breath?
Of boosters and lockdowns we cheer!
Of Meta and Twitter we merrily sing.
The COVID national anthem is our thing!
8/24/2022
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"Estranged Love"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Rhyme)
Countless days came and passed,
each day in misery spent.
every day I live as my last,
since the day you are absent.
Each day I hope of your return,
I find my hopes desert me.
To bear this pain the more i yearn,
the more it grows to hurt me.
I tried to live. I tried in vain,
my efforts bore no fruit.
I fell apart living in pain,
but my love stood resolute.
Then late one night I cried to God,
tears streaming down my cheeks.
Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord,
I've starved myself for weeks.
If you must then change my fate,
please let me be with her.
For this long and futile wait,
proves too much for me to bear.
Rid me of this suffering,
my fate rests in your hand.
For i exist as something,
that is neither dust nor sand.
Comfort me with a lie if you must,
so i wont writhe again.
Or tell the truth so i may just,
end these throes of pain.
Death will be my solace,
when such agony is rife.
I'll surrender to its sweet embrace,
to end my wasted life.
I cried to God with all my heart,
I begged for her in one last breath.
For being alive while torn apart,
is a fate worse than death.
There is always two sides of a coin,
Yet, whenever we flip a coin, we always know the side that we hoping for.
But every story has a two side, and so is life.
But we always consider one side that we like,
And forget that, the outcome can be what we dislike,
But such is life.
In every situation, we wants to remain only positive.
So we don’t prepare to meet outcome in case they become negative.
But life, in many situation is dependent on the theory of determinism.
So I suggest, we create, a vacuum, in our lives, for an attitude of negativism.
Blessed,
Blessed is he, who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
And disgruntled, is he, who expect something, for we might not achieve the expected.
But since we always chooses a side,
We will always become gutted when things doesn’t go our way.
Yet, we should be strong to pick up the coin and toss another day.
And let us not our fall defined or destroy us, nor deterred or defeat us
But it should rather make us strong and strengthened us.
But if only we ready to respect every outcome,
There will be nothing like a stun to make an outcome a thunderbolt.
Hitler once said, everyone can deal victory, but for defeat, only the mighty can bear
But life is just like a tossed coin,
So its outcome shouldn’t be miraculous.
Just that, our nemesis makes we think we will always be vanquished.
And that always makes us sluggish
Many situations are fate worse than death.
That we sometimes consider them as myth.
But despite the catastrophe,
Let us not be disappointed, but let us fight till we lift up our trophy
Let us learn to embrace every outcome with a mirth?
Because that can reduce our pain when we become hurt.
But even if we become disconsolate,
Let us continue to say, it is not too late.
But I think we shouldn’t be dillydally, but be hurry.
To pick up the coin and toss again.
Life is full of uncertainties.
We laid hands on your empty corpse
We stretched hands to touch your soul
We cried sympathetically looking through your grave
We cursed the provocation that sounded your death knell
But again we are here and mourning
Crying for our beloved friend
In the depths of sorrow, we find solace
In the darkness, we seek the light
The memories of you linger in our hearts
A reminder of a life once bright
A fate worse than death, a loss profound
But in our grief, we are bound
Bound by love and shared despair
Bound by the memories we all bear
So we mourn, we weep, we remember
For in our hearts, you will live forever
A fate worse than death, we survived
But in our love, you will always thrive.
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Its easy to let go the hard part is holding on
We loose every night to fight for every dawn
Life is about living let the old rejoice
You hear the young's cry but they don't see the choice
To live for each day and battle fir every breath
To squander life is a fate worse than death
Smell every rose and feel every ray of the sun
Revel in every moment love laugh and have fun
Reach for the stars and see what life brings
Forgive your foes and don't stress about the little things
Feel from your heart and chase your own dreams
Devour life until your inner light gleams
*****LETS TOSS A COIN*****
Whenever we flip a coin, we always know the side that we hoping for
But every story has a two side
And so is life
But we always consider one side that we like
And forget that, the outcome can be what we dislike
But such is life
Every man seek positivity
So we don't prepare to face outcome that are negative
Yet we know that, a rolling coins outcome is not evince
But since we always chooses a side
We will become gutted when things doesn't go our way
Yet, we should be gusty to pick up the coin and toss another day
We always be disgruntled, since we don't consider other possibilities
But if we have respect for evwry outcome
There will be nothing like a stun to make an idea a thunderbolt
Life is just like the tossed coin
So it's outcome shouldn't be miraculous
Except that our nemesis makes we think we will always vanquish
And that sometimes makes us sluggish
Many situations are fate worse than death
That we sometimes consider as myth
So we shouldn't make them look like a catastrophe
Cuz tomorrow we might be lifting lifting up your trophy
Is time we embrace every outcome with a mirth
To prevent us from becoming mirthless and moron
But it is not wrong to be disconsolated
But I think we shouldn't be dillydally, but be hurry
To pick up the coin and toss again
Because life is full of uncertainties
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
the after effects of suicide... fate worse than death if left behind
10/11/2016
Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Spring leaves,
Taking some flowers with it,
Bestowing freedom
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
A maniac has kidnapped me and he's holding a gun to my head.
He's forcing me to watch the new Doctor Who but I'd rather be dead.
I can't stand the new Doctor Who TV show, why is he doing this to me?
This is a fate worse than death, I want him to put me out of my misery.
I can't stand the political correctness of the new Doctor Who.
I'm begging him to pull the trigger, that would be the kinder thing to do.
I like the new Doctor Who as much as Jerry Seinfeld likes Newman.
Forcing me to watch these episodes is cruel, it's positively inhuman.
If I watch much more of the new Doctor Who, I swear I'll be driven insane.
I can't believe what this psycho is doing to me, how can he be so inhumane?
I loved the classic Doctor Who but forcing me to watch the new is sick behavior.
I want him to pull the trigger and end my life, he would be doing me a favor.
a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals
optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed
nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached berth
immediately transformed into quicksand,
while off in the distance
a glimmering chimera
(the first of many) appeared
amidst the desert sands one mirage
after another falsely broken promise
buoyed drained salvation
quick decision decreed each man for himself
thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers"
condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination
hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession
dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation
foretold merciless portentous demise
witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine
no doubt raw elements of nature wrought
fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates"
lost among expanse of whittled quartz
across chronometer measuring millions of years
now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me
to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting,
unwelcoming petty coated junction
blistering hot wind obliterated
fellow travelers convoy deeply
within diabolical dunes
eternally erased doom
awaited for 21st century explorers
to discover scattered wreckage
both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance
and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace
a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences
blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged),
where subsequent seasons
of wicked bewitched slow torture
akin to being raked over hot coals
exception made for this interminable sufferer
at the whim of sadistic
persona non grata evil spirit
n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct
a foreigner to yours truly
but atavistic primitive fight or flight
witnessed relieved whence absently blinking
this life married to indiscriminate
clamped, harried, styled devilishness
evaporated in thin air
upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes
horror, twas boot a dream.
His shirt had the logo
'Software' on his chest,
'Hardware', an arrow pointing
straight down to his crotch.
I thought the 'Software'
should've pointed to his head.
Somehow I didn't think
his heart could've been 'soft';
probably a doorman, bouncer maybe.
Remember Raoul Moat, body builder killer?
Perhaps I am prejudiced, with information overload,
could've been a gangster. No - just a gentle giant.
caring for his mother whom his father abandoned
when he was just a wee defenceless kid.
This world is not fair or equitable, I thought,
nothing that commands one's unquestioned faith.
Millions perish by earthquake and floods;
survivors face a fate worse than death.
So persistent...
Your name will be whispered
with my dying breath
Subconscious echoing in my head
And you know I never asked for it
I wish it had never come to this
It’s so funny, I could cry
Hurts so bad that I can’t stop laughing
I’ve gone beyond insane
Been driven far beyond feeling
I used to feel too young for this body
Inside was a terrified child
who couldn’t grow up
But now i feel so old....
so weak...so tired...
so numb....
so hollow and empty and cold.
Because I’ve loved you against my will, my love
I’ve loved you against my will
Life without you is a fate worse than death
I’ve loved you against my will
to live.
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Dripping
Dropping
Down it’s falling
My own blood
It wants to leave me
And so I let it
Set it free
My own blood
Is leaving me
My hollow veins
Are growing lonely
But words in ink
They’ll never leave
And so I write down
What I think
I contemplate
Each little thing
I think about my mother
And I think about my father
Would’ve made a better brother
Should’ve been a better daughter
But I grew into a heathen
And along the way I stopped believing
Ran out of fear
Ran out of faith
Now look at what
I have became
It’s a cold, dark world
I can’t help but to look forward
To the heat that makes me weak
The flames that keep me company
Soaked in blood
Hell will flood
Smoke and ash will turn to dust
Cause God, he knows
I will destroy all I touch
All but the taste of victory
Delicate and oh so sweet
It tastes a lot like Hell’s defeat
Cause even demons
I keep them running
There’s a special place in Hell for me
It’s called a throne
It belongs to me and me alone
I am the one that guard’s Hell’s gate
Who’s appetite your sins will sate
And when you’re but a shell
Rotting in the pits of Hell
I’ll feast on what is left
I am what they call
A Fate Worse Than Death