Death Fibonacci Poems

The strange men made strange fruits 

Point.
	
Strange 
Strange fruits
fruits and Men 
the difference only in color 
Multiply the hate. divided. but blood is same 
Between...

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Lost
truth
That life
is naught but
a sequenced pattern
that finishes where it began 

~FJ Thomas...

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Ann
Was
Teacher
And mother
Emergency nurse
A cheerful joy to all she knew
Giving God's wisdom, encouragement, laughter and hugs.
Thirty-one thousand five hundred days and she was gone.
Tears freely flowed;...

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Fear
of
flying—
facing fear
he boarded the plane
which some minutes after takeoff
violently shook and then plummeted toward earth—
him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just...

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A
debt
we owe;
to nature
inevitably
The last walk into the sunset
It's a rubicon crossed; a point of no return reached
Inevitably casting it's grim, dark shadow and devouring all...

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Death

ends

sorrows

God conquers

in heaven’s grace-bliss

awaiting blessed believers*

trusting in the Saviour’s wondrous redemptive merit

along fervent faith that He alone justifies transgressions by His great sacrifice.

*Psalm 116:15 Precious...

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WHY?
                        ...

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We
Buy
Poppies
Red as blood
And wear them with pride
In memory of fallen heroes,
Those young men and boys, slaughtered one hundred years ago.

No !
We
Cannot
Remember
Because we weren’t there,
We cannot...

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Your
death
hit me
very hard
I’d sat by your side
until the machine stopped bleeping.
Your chest remained still as you’d taken your final breath
I wept as I closed your...

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If
you
must die
a solemn
death, image the life
that you portray without fanfare.
Life rich with ambiguities
portends a challenge
what is true
knowing
you
lie....

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dressed
in
chiffon
hair a bun
with couple loose strands
solitaire around her slim neck
for Anniversary dinner at their seafood place
lost in a concoction of his adoring gaze, music, Merlot...

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When
Is
Heard the
Screeching sound
At the midnight hour
Is the death messenger calling
Horrorizing the errant souls without destiny
Condemning the victims to a fate of living dead alive through...

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The
Black
Dress is 
Hanged in the
Closet as symbol 
Of the date that never happened 
Until a day the raiment was wore for burial
Of dreams obliteration and...

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He lives there, where people love
Land as mother, worship agriculture

People of his nation, after independence
brought green, white, yellow, blue revolutions
to meet with the crisis of...

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my
cat
is dead
and I weep

my heart is broken 

in a few seconds it was done
I felt the life fading from her and she was so...

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