Best Final Stage Poems
Lying in bed..
In my deathbed
Don't have much time..
I am filled..
with nostalgia..
Memories of which I will always cherish..
Within my deepest thoughts
I imagine I am a child again
the child inside me..
Such joyful memories ..
Memories of running so freely in the grass..
Holding hands with my playmates..
Sharing secrets
Laughter..
The innocence of it all..
Years progressing..
From childhood..
To adolescent
To adulthood..
Being a curious teen..
Having major crushes ..
My first kiss
My first love..
Living as an adult..
Major responsibilities occurs..
Finding the love of my life..
Marrying the love of my life
Having children..
Living a blessed life..
Years progress..
Often wondering..
How my body is frail..
How these wrinkles..
Gave me character
How my health deteriorated..
Within a blink of an eye..
Now I have reached my final stage..
Sadly I am..
Slowing waiting for my own demise..
How shall it feel ?
Shall I embrace the unknown ?
My beautiful family is gone..
They all have made their final departure..
Before myself..
I have lived a long and full life..
I feel alone now..
Alone in my deathbed..
Awaiting my transition..
Perhaps when one door closes..
Another door opens..
Going from one state of being
To another..
Energy cannot be destroyed..
It only changes form..
I do not fear death..
It is dying I fear..
Fear of the old door..
Entering into a new door..
Which is fear of the unknown..
The shield riders heading over the Dunlaven bridge,
They ride as swift as the wind,
already their weapons were ready,
they did glint, not, in the deepening shadow.
Ride to your fate Valkyrie,
shield maidens of the red,
shield riders of the city,
bring glory to your mighty Alahsar.
Four hundred and fifty Valkyrie,
they stream forth from golden gates,
turning to the left and right,
three hundred onto Badicha.
three hundred to Dunlaven bridge,
the final stroke from Alahsar,
death is streaming forth,
hateful screams fill the air.
One hundred and fifty shield riders,
they leave the four hundred and fifty,
heading for the Raven bridge,
Speed is now of the essence.
The hundred and fifty, they head to the right,
onto the plain of Badicha,
Alahsar's forces, taken by surprise there,
To glory or death.
Shield riders, three hundred,
they stream across Dunlaven bridge,
so close this bridge to the walls of Alahsar,
Go, fiery warriors.
Across the river, they stream,
the waters coming through a large culvert in the wall,
cool, refreshing waters, from the great white mountain,
ride on Valkyrie.
In the final stage,
the battle rages on,
dark forces never seem to reduce,
They die and yet their numbers seem to be the same.
What sorcery is this?
Bodies so tightly packed,
hardly room to move sword or spear, or axe,
the strength soon to lessen more.
The ground is being given once more,
stride by stride ground seems to be given,
the struggle for life is truly on,
the posture seems to be more of defencive.
Is this a lure for the enemy?
could it be that strength is truly depleting?
only time shall tell,
the posture changes from moment to moment.
One hundred and fifty shield riders,
they smash into the flank of the enemy,
swords and spears striking home,
HALT!
the retreat stops,
a final push,
the Arlagh's are halted,
"Walk In The Light!"
the dark man cries as the dice is rolled.
"Walk In The Light!"
the battle cry is taken up.
Now, my lords and ladies,
it is time for our tale to take a rest,
I must lubricate my throat,
we shall return to Alahsar soon.
We shall then see the outcome of the battle,
the bloody rain of Badicha's plain,
raise your horns to Alahsar's glory,
the song of Alahsar, the glory of a dream.
To Be Continued.
As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that Monarch butterfly once again takes flight
Four times it had to shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies
that somehow against all odds survived…
A miracle is what I see each time a Monarch butterfly, flutters by.
For the Contest
for all things, the only absolute- oblivion, the final stage
March 30, 2019
Contest: Monoku Pick A Picture What Cha See #2
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Picture #1
With Big Bang flash, our Universe was spun,
exploding with a force that quickly spread.
Now, science does predict oblivion
when all the energy of stars is dead.
Just half of all these energies remain
of what there was two billion years ago.
Two-hundred thousand galaxies now wane
with weakness of that surge which feeds their flow.
Survival of all living forms is moot,
for these evolved from Big Bang cosmic brew.
And in the end, the only absolute...
oblivion, the final stage...adieu.
Where stars and planets whirl in bright array,
the darkest, black oblivion will splay.
December 8, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: After Forever
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 12/22/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Oblivion
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 12/19/2015
So breathless, weak, confined to bed
Taut, sallow skin, eyes sunk in head
To these sad days, her life has led...
Death, where are you.
Forsaken now, at her life's end
On future hopes, cannot depend
Dear God, release our dying friend...
Death, where are you.
Her destiny has been cut short
There are no plans of last resort
To hold her hand, our sole support...
Death, where are you.
Emotions now bring us to tears
This final stage confirms our fears
Please take her, God, to your frontiers...
Death, where are you.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyme and Refrain
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 05/14/2018
Required Words to Use:
emotions breathless forsaken destiny
Based on the current, true story about
one of our older daughter's best friends,
as well as one of ours, 56 years old,
in the last stages of lung cancer.
Note: Today, May 1, 2018, around 2:10 pm, our dear friend passed.
God heard our prayers...
Remains of stars adorn the sky
with nebulae aglow on high
in stunning patterns that romance
the wondering stargazer’s glance
or simply senses mystify.
While stellar orbs are born and die,
do heavens strum a lullaby
as all around the cosmos dance
remains of stars?
Might there be heard celestial sigh
when Man seems deaf to wisdom’s cry
and Mother Nature looks askance?
Will humans waken from their trance?
For in our earthly beings lie
remains of stars.
~ Harley White
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“We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.”
~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos
The poem is a rondeau ~ a short poem of fixed form, consisting of 13 lines (plus the phrase twice) on two rhymes and having the opening words or phrase used in two places as an unrhymed refrain.
A planetary nebula is an expanding cloud of gas ejected from a star that is nearing the end of its life. The nebula glows because of ultraviolet radiation from the hot remnant star at its center. In only a few thousand years the nebula will dissipate into space. The central star will then gradually cool down, eventually becoming a white dwarf, the final stage of evolution for nearly all stars.
A mental disorder caused by watching too many Transformer movies. In the first stage of the disease, the afflicted will experience lethargy, loss of speech, appetite, and sense of impending doom. The second, or hallucinatory stage, is characterized by irrational fear of Japanese cars, cell phone towers, TA Truck Stops, Swiss Army pocket knives, and vacuum cleaners with multiple attachments. In the third and final stage, the afflicted will take on the persona of a rogue FBI agent and insist that the truth is out there.
Don’t Forget
When my journey nears its final stage
And my memory is not clear
Do not fret or ever forget
How much I loved you dear.
I may forget your name or face
And I may say words unkind,
So please forgive me when I do
For my memory has declined.
Still in my heart I feel a tug
of a small boys little hand,
As we sat upon the sunny beach
and made castles in the sand.
And then I hear the giggles
Of three sisters full of energy;
Each one a little different,
but still loved so much by me.
.
Once in a while I get a peek
Of the way things use to be,
And wish that I could turn back time
And remember my family.
Now my journey’s near its final stage
And God say’s it’s time to go.
So please promise me that when I’m gone
You won’t forget I loved you so…
TYPICAL 30 - The Start of the 2013-2014 NHL Season
30 of them began their battle with hopeful beginnings
But 14 of them will have their early exit...
As for the 16 teams, their Stanley Cup Playoffs dream begins
The SWEET 16 were chosen, who will be the ones to take the fall?
Round 1 of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
Let the First Round Battle Begin!
SWEET 16 - The First Round of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
16 of them sprinted out from the starting line
But 8 of them fell short to advance...
The Tampa Bay Lightning couldn't produce any more thunder
The Detroit Red Wings ran its last engine
The St. Louis Blues have played its final note
The Dallas Stars could no longer lead the charge
The Columbus Blue Jackets fired its last cannon
The Philadelphia Flyers have crashed down
The Colorado Avalanche buried themselves in the snow
And the San Jose Sharks couldn't take a final bite
The ELITE 8 were chosen, who will the ones to take the fall?
Round 2 of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
Let the Second Round Battle Begin!
ELITE 8 - The Second Round of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
8 of them advanced to the next stage
But 4 of them failed to advance...
The Minnesota Wild could no longer pull a wild run
The Pittsburgh Penguins were left on frozen thin ice
The Boston Bruins were hunted down
And the Anaheim Ducks quacked no more
The FINAL 4 were chosen, who will the ones to take the fall?
Round 3 of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
Let the Conference Finals Begin!
FINAL 4 - The Third Round of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
4 of them advanced to the next stage
But only 2 of them will go to the final stage...
The Montreal Canadiens were left in a cold state
And the Chicago Blackhawks final stand ended in complete defeat
The TREMENDOUS 2 were chosen, who will be the one to win it all?
The Final Round of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
Let the Stanley Cup Final Begin!
TREMENDOUS 2 - The Final Round of the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs
2 of them danced on the big stage
But only 1 of them was crowned as the champion...
The New York Rangers could not lead the way to the finish
The ONLY 1 was chosen, a team who won through it all!
Los Angeles Kings - The 2014 Stanley Cup Champions
Let the Stanley Cup Playoffs End!
While watching the expansions of cities I felt too sad one day. In order to create more roofs and houses, Green fields were slaughtered to meet the passions of the builders and our politicians.
The places where there used to swing in air, the branches of dancing mustard and linseed flowers were weeping with tears in their eyes. I kept moving from one field to another and I found the same story everywhere.
At another place a small water stream was in the process of elimination and concrete pipes were laid beneath the ground to make the entire place on a level. The builders were about to celebrate a party, as their building plans were in the final stage of taking a shape. New shining houses with lots of street lights will soon be there, where Nature was spreading its smiles in the form of flowers and buds, grains and harvests, brooks and streams, orchards of Mango and guava. The old trees and wild flowers with hanging creepers and their smiling little buds would be wiped out as the old order changes giving place to new.
I thought for a moment that perhaps our new generations would never know why the beauty and music, which lurks from the yellow Mustard and purple Linseed flowers, when their crops swings and dances in the months of Fagun* (Feb. and March) inspires us to write Poems and Songs. Perhaps the new generation would be too busy in exploring new stars and planets in search of some water and air. As by that time the Earth would be empty from such blessings of Nature.
THE POEM ON SPRING WILL BE HERE VERY SOON
Who knows what the future holds?
Fate laughs loudly in our faces.
Scientists say our sun will die
becoming firstly a red star.
Its final stage they predict
will be a black hole.
Do the moon, stars and planets
affect our destiny in life?
Or is it our own choices
that set us on our path.
Will we one day return
maybe in another form?
Are we blown hither and tither
like a leaf blown by wind's will?
Will we again see our loved ones?
That lies in the hand of destiny.
All things have a beginning and an end
with birth and death. The fate of tiny fleas,
to vast, unfathomed galaxies- portend
there are no steady-state eternities.
But for the realm of God, the prime mover-
extinction comes to all, a fact of life.
Survival of the species maneuvers
all life and death; what goes and what is rife.
But massive earthquakes and large asteroids
caused huge extinction holes in history.
Our world was redefined to fill the voids,
and live to comprehend each mystery.
Our planet earth has gone extinct five times.
Yet, always has returned, not quite the same.
Evolved again from ash and mud; what crimes-
past cultures disappeared to flood or flame.
We know extinction on a greater scale
will someday come through catastrophic ends,
as energy from fueling stars will fail;
this force on which our Universe depends.
With the 'big bang', our Universe was spun,
exploding with a force that quickly spread.
Now, science does predict oblivion
when all the energy of stars is dead.
Just half of all these energies remain
of what there was two billion years ago.
Two-hundred thousand galaxies now wane
with weakness of that surge that feeds their flow.
Survival of all living forms is moot-
these evolved from the 'big bang' cosmic brew.
And in the end, the only absolute-
oblivion, the final stage- adieu.
Where stars and planets whirled in endless space
the darkest, black of emptiness will be.
Death leads to life; perhaps rebirth will grace
in light years' time more, 'big bang' energy.
All things have a beginning and an end
with birth and death. The fate of tiny fleas,
to vast, unfathomed galaxies- portend
there are no steady-state eternities.
January 2, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Extinction
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 01/07/2016
They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
Do you recognize
This man?
Walking down a snowy path
Years ago
You shared his bath
Filled with bubbling hopes
Optimistic poems
And washed away each others
Sins
Do you recognize
This man?
Fighting earnestly
For change
Years ago
You flew his plane
Through smoky clouds
A hedonistic crowd
And guided him through the
Fog
But now
There are beggars
Gathered at the footsteps
Of a nation
Stealing apples from
The blind
But now
There are soldiers
Occupying the gardens
Of a widow
In the final stage of
Decline
But now
There are roaches
Nibbling the portions
Of a servant
Down to his very last
Dime
In a world
Where elephants
Crush
Intimidated
Ants
In a world
I no longer
Understand
Do you recognize
This man?
Do you recognize
This man?
Of course
Not
He is
A mere shadow
Unrecognizable