Short Final Stage Poems
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for all things, the only absolute- oblivion, the final stage
March 30, 2019
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They say the last stage of grief is acceptance,
the most difficult stage.
The moment we acknowledge that they are gone forever.
That they're never returning.
I have not reach this stage yet,
as how am I meant to live my life without him by my side.
How?
If you plant dummy politicians
in the field of politics,
you will just feed on
decaying policy or corruption
the result is inevitable,
individual adaptation,
dramatic rises
in conspicuous consumption
social destruction,
and eruption,
the final stage,
reconstruction
Scattered thoughts
from different places,
the attempt,
fill empty spaces.
Words arranged
and organized,
if thinking stops,
you're paralyzed.
Convey your meaning
with good intention,
readers choice for comprehension.
Final stage, is to be,
post the poem,
for all to see.
As you age and days get shorter,
do you reach out for the source
Whether family, friends, or lover,
is the pull a constant force
Is the attraction of returning,
going home to shed your sins
The final stage in your progression
—to refresh and rebegin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
As you age and days get shorter,
do you reach out for the source
Whether family, friends, or playground,
is the pull a constant source
Is the attraction of returning,
going home then once again
The final stage in your progression,
—to refresh and rebegin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Nonstop tears
Brand new fears
"Who am I without him?"
Anger, frustration,
Complete humiliation
"What did I do to lose him?"
Hiding emotion
With the strongest devotion
"I am fine without him."
The first 3 stages of heartbreak
Devastation, frustration, denial
The final stage of heartache:
You move on without him
Not thinking about him
One last bit of exposure
And then,
It's closure.
Joy coming in by the number 3
Looking to the others that are yet to be
Grounding needed with damp or wet soil
Sinking into the Spirit of God
Leaving all the world in Ah
With actions of the make up
Formal affair
Rooting in depth
Each level pending fair
Final stage with branches of a good tree
Number 12 pending
Knowledge unending
Trueness standing
Spiritual riches manafold
Eternal life a paved road
Traveled with a great begining
We save some money, if we can,
So when we’re up in age,
We’ll have enough to get us through
That final “elder” stage.
To me, that always meant that I’d
Be set for life to spend
On all the things I love to do
Right up until the end.
But lawyers talk of nursing homes
Or live-in help or worse
And all my hard-earned savings
Someday might just pay a nurse.
Instead of using money
To get through old age with ease,
I’d much prefer to exit
A la Thelma and Louise.
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.