Suicide Irony Poems

When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh
     strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed
life's scenes onto...

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Moonlight shines on the lake,
The gentle ripples make it shimmer
in the eyes like slivers of silver,
Dancing on the unstill water surface.

In the chilly, late Autumn...

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   I'm addicted to talking
     perhaps you're addicted to listening 

   How about I talk your ear...

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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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I’m a modern poet.
Pyromaniac.
Psychotic.
And schizophrenic.

Living in emptiness,
I walk in the convolutions of absurdity.
Idiocy spreads over me like the sky.
My poetry storms between cozy shelters and...

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I'm not a sinner; by bar-dancing I earn my living,
Pennies of my labor I gather, to God, thanksgiving;
Cloths meager; body a leafless bloom; yet, I...

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Farm laborer
Produces
Food for you and me;
Commits suicide
Owing hunger and
Non repayable debt...
We accumulate
His grains
Eat
Waste...

(Every day, 28 people dependent on farming die by suicide in India)
03 December...

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So red the rose a crimson divinity 
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous  
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee

A...

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Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet 
dreams come
nice as the world swims 
out of view 
the light feeds...

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What a beautiful day !
Said me as I woke up feeling so tiny
Under the enormous sky above me,
And the incessant greenery 
That hugged me from...

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Luke’s Purpose
Luke 1:1-4

Luke: “Many people have applied themselves,
to the task of compiling an account of the events,
that have been fulfilled among us [the shelves].
They used...

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Potatoes

At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was...

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I’m near almost here 
resounds in my ear, 
I feel a presence 
closing in tonight,
Curtains of darkness
so bereft, it’s death,
Here to take my life, 
i’m...

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Watching the marching ants, while I wondering their monotonous strife,
A weary one left the line, away he walked to a lonesome land.
Hands on head with...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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