Suicide History Poems

   I hear the boots of Krystallnacht 
   marching in our streets
     Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
 ...

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      An Enigma Alan Turing 


My secret has been finally revealed,
Which so pained my rainbow heart,
It was an illegal love...

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I was asked to write a poem about Tchaikovsky the famous Russian composer from the 19th century who I knew very little about , this...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the...

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My mind is laid bare its components 
& functions are under your razor's gaze

To compare…

My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my...

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..... SONG OF DEATH ......

Tick tok, Tick tok,
In the past, goes the clock,
Where there lived a girl...
In a cottage, white like pearl...

She used to sing...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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He was known as “Doctor Death,” a serial killer,
“One of the most prolific in recorded history
While practicing medicine in Manchester, England,
He was most disagreeable and...

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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Caring and The Job

The caretaker got out of the car. 
She went to the back, 
opened the door, 
and pulled her ward out too. 
He...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Unsettled Calm

Why am I writing this, 
when they say... 
really no one cares? 
I don't believe they are right. 
The more "they" try to prove...

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Freedom 

I can go outside. 
I can go inside. 
I can climb a mountain, 
or swim in the sea. 

Freedom. 

I am free....

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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