Death Life Poems

The Cycle Of Life

Life is eternal
Destination unknown
Comes into physical form
Is dormant
Becomes active
Interacts with all of creation
Has an impact on evolution
Leaves physical form
Life is eternal
Destinations unknown
A possible reincarnation 
Comes into physical form
Etc …

To The Depths

I have been to the depths of despair
With physical pain
Emotional sorrow
And something more elusive
A sense of standing at the edge
With nothing behind or beyond.

I don’t assume this is anything special
In fact I assume it is a given 
For all of us
Who have lived at least 
To a certain age.

What I have learned
Which may be of

The elixir of life

    Each breath
    Cheats death
   
    8 / 22 / 2025.

better way to live

busy folk walking
its in hospital I lie
I hear staff talking
softly accommodating
spend my last moments waiting

give a man my heart
when his own stops and wont start
better way to live 
this is what I want to give
take cells blood every last part

truth everyone dies
she cant see- give her my eyes
donation is wise
take vocal chords to help chat
brain

Tanka Triptych

though Mom's memory
is slow she smiles at photo
taken many years 
ago when life was simple
with no confusion chaos 

Mom's hospice nurses
are thorough even small things
are giant matters
as life's boundaries implode:
sleep, dress, eat, nap, sleep, repeat

long term memories~
through it all she still recalls
her little girl (that's me)
(her jewel) I'm by her side
as she finds eternity 

Mirror Image

You need not remind me of my mortality,

The evidence is reflected in the mirror.

But then you smugly preach about morality,

Come back down to Earth, maybe you'll see things clearer.

Meadow Butterfly

The butterfly, its crimson mottled wings
flitting in the delicate Autumn breeze;
uncurled proboscis taking sweet nectar
from early dawns, newly opened daisies
does not regard the corpses of the men
whose dead eyes ever stare the grass below
fresh attention-seeking meadow flowers.
Men's bodies yet unclaimed, save for ravens
who do outpace the sunshine-seeking flies
and vacillating mothers, sisters, wives
to take an early

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)

Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!

Offered my respects

what could i do
but stop and let pass
the funeral procession
for a beloved horse 
who lived a life
fraught with nobility



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Lions for Lambs

                                   "A Soldier's Prayer"
                 

The Beginning of the Beats

When you feel your heart pulsating, just imagine it with your hand opening and closing. The pumps are alive and make you feel human. Drop one finger and the beats are still there and just need a break from the outside influence. Drop another finger and see how it feels like palpitation. Drop the thumb

The Mentor

"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.

She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.

Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the

Improvising Existence

Improv is an unscripted comedy form.
Starting with an idea for a sketch,
actors interact with each other,
making up things as they go.

As one person responds to another,
“No, but…” squashes spontaneity,
while “Yes, and…” builds the banter,
propelling witty action forward.

Quick and clever dialogue
promises even more to come.
Then, after finding an apt ending,
a brand-new sketch can begin.

Our lives are

Death Row Man

As morose as it may sound
I know I’m really just another 
Death row man.

No, 
I’m not locked away
For a crime I have done.

I’m free,
But that doesn’t mean
I’m still not on that row.

And that also doesn’t mean
There isn’t some crime I could have done
That would have me lock away and unfree.

I’m sure there are stacks of

The Shadow

At The Dawn of My Time
The Light shone so brightly it blinded my sight
But with its warmth and promise of opportunity
I reveled in the notion of optimism and its delight

He lurked behind my back
Staying out of my site, I hardly knew He was there
Silently watching, waiting, looking over my shoulder
But in my youth, I barely

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