Thirty Nine Poems - Poems about Thirty Nine

P.C. # 39 ...

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Last bell is ringing , now to leave. Long life I had to live. ...

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The last of my final hour I look around the room and spot my children He is arguing argumentatively with his sister and flailing his hands in the air Everyone is going on about my death as if it was something happening to them Love has been their sustenance in their life, yet...

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As I look upward at the wooden door labeled 'My Demise', I clearly see thirty-nine wooden steps on the rise. Each step takes a minute to grasp what I'll leave behind, With many memories and thoughts, to recall and unwind. There are just sixty seconds to replay each precious step from my past. Joys and sorrows, loves and losses, with...

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When the doctor gave me his diagnosis, He didn’t deliver a happy prognosis. He told me I had just twelve months to go. Not really the news I wanted to know. Now almost a year has passed since that day. I’ve just thirty-nine minutes to while away. A final meal? Put the kettle on. And I’ll boil an egg. That’s four minutes...

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I accepted the sentence, handed down by the judge, got thirty-nine minutes to live; he wouldn't budge. I should read more carefully, but I understand, just one line per minute is all he will demand. I wish I had time to write down every song to play at my funeral, so folks can sing along. There's a lot of things to...

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The skin on my hands, paper thin Showing twisted blue veins within, underneath. …Dry as a rustling autumn leaf… I only recognize who I see in my mirror when I look deep into my dark eyes. …just a mass of wrinkles otherwise… My whole family, children and grandchildren, Came to sit at my Sunday table. …I will cook for them...

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You look at me like you’re happy; Happy as I am to be sitting here right next to you ....

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It says, "...not to resist an evil person." that means let the evil do freely so; though the bad may come by the dozen keep quiet, let your head be bowed so low. It says, "...turn the other cheek." that means let the bad hit again; it's difficult, and i know it smells and reeks trust the Lord to fill the blame. Sadly,...

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This cast encircles your leg how I hope my love embraces your soul...

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Thirty nine steps to the open door. A broken mirror on the floor. Crackling fire from the log. The howling of the neighbors dog. A sudden chill through out the house. The cat gives chase to the mouse. Darkness all around. What the hell is that creepy sound? A shadow stares with red eyes. I scream but no one can hear my cries! I feel...

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I was in need...so I clung to the streets thought it was so glamorous the loyalty was sweet, but in the end it ends just like the movies, either you dead or in prison, or rat'n for some cheese. I was deceived, by the world as far as love went I figure if I'm true...

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A body lies so mysteriously on the hardwood floor, The clock strikes backwards from three, to noon, to ten. Her hand reaches back into her lock box beside the door, Pulls a letter out and scribbles "God wounds my mend." For this story is like no other, it begins at the end. Rising from the floor she sits back down...

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