Death is not my best subject.
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Death ignored
Death is the common denominator among us all,
It doesn’t matter how high or where we go, we will fall,
This is a deadly subject you seldom hear or read about,
But some day in your future, you will die, so have no doubt.
Some of us manage to delay death for a year or two,
It may be delayed but it can’t be avoided when it’s due,
I should apologize now for causing you to think about death,
But death-with-dignity could soften the punch, you bet.
They have it in Switzerland, Oregon and other places,
But our politicians wont touch this problem right in our faces,
In the middle of an election campaign and it’s not spoken,
Is this subject forbidden or is our communications broken.
poem by James Bredin
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Wait Till You Die Feb 26th,2011
We have to wait to die because there is no other way,
At least there is no death with dignity advertised on display
And assisted suicide here in Canada is illegal,
Your doctor could end up needing more than a paralegal.
And this is a nasty subject that nice people try to avoid,
The religious and the holy folk might even be annoyed.
You will go to heaven or hell after you die they all say,
Their religious rules say that they are right as they often pray.
I’ll admit, it’s not a nice subject but we’re all going to get there,
And the experience of death and dying, no one is aware,
We could get death with dignity if referendums like the Swiss,
I can almost hear it now as politicians and priests all hiss.
Feb 26th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Subject On This Love
The subject on this love is an object,
And the object is very sound and beautiful;
The subject on this love is a valley,
And the valley is very quiet and lovely;
The subject on this love is a fruit,
And the fruit is very sound and attractive;
The subject on this love is a mountain,
And the mountain is very high and lonely;
The subject on this love is a river,
And the river is very smooth and slippery;
The subject on this love is a seed,
And the seed is very fruitful and sweet;
The subject on this love is your milk,
And your milk is very thick and sweet;
The subject on this love is your lake,
And your lake is very fresh and aromantic;
The subject on this love is a garden,
And the garden is very thick and bushy;
The subject on this love is a room,
And that room is very romantic and peaceful;
The subject on this love is your apples,
And your apples are very passinate and emotional;
The subject on this love is a tree,
And that tree is very tall and bushy;
But the peace of this subject brings is like,
Two lovers swimming across the blue sea of love and blues.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Schooling Relationship
you are the subject which i study
understanding and getting to know you psychologically
learning new ways to do right
ways to out do the wrong
you are the subject which i study
practicing and testing the goods and bads
you are the subject which i study
the time has come graduation is here
learn the subject by studing its psychology
understanding is the only way for success
now we move on to the next step
you are the subject which i study to major
as i take hold of your hand
guide you through rough times throughout this life
you are the subject which i study to major
as time goes by ticking away
i studied you all those days
i understand your past history life
your psychology means alot to me
mentally physically emotionally speaking
you are the subject which i study to major...
poem by Diara Armstead
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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Legalization Of Assisted Suicide Mar 22nd 2011
Legalization of euthanasia and assisted suicide
By
jamesbredin.com
A slow painful death is the worst thing that can happen to you,
No way to escape as you wait in the agonizing queue,
Oregon, Washington and Switzerland have Death Dignity laws,
Canadian politicians see this as too many flaws.
Our appointed Supreme Court decided it can't happen here,
Therefore our obedient subservient politicians have no fears,
The subject cannot even be discussed in Parliament now,
As if this holy subject was a forbidden sacred cow,
Religious diehards want the issue to die or just go away,
We have to wait to die, they say because then, that's judgement day,
When your sins are counted and you go to heaven or he
poem by James Bredin
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I tend to arrive in the rehearsal process with very strongly developed ideas about what I want to do. But I don't like those ideas to be things that are not subject to change, or subject to development, or subject to challenge.
quote by Trevor Nunn
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Who Runs Thıs Outfıt?
Can the subject of assisted suicide be discussed?
And why do so many judges look at this with disgust?
Do we have any control over Canadian legal discussions?
Is this forbidden in parliament for fear of repercussions?
Should politicians be allowed to discuss this subject?
Would the Supreme Court consider such a discussion, a defect?
Should politicians be allowed to change Canadian laws?
Abortion clinics, injection sites, death and other flaws?
Binding referendums and Right-to-Die groups are unknown here,
Our timid politicians wont touch this subject because of fear,
The Supreme Court might tell them that they can’t do this or that,
Who runs this outfit and can politicians go to bat?
poem by James Bredin
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A Forbidden Subject
Is the population decreasing because of abortions?
Or are the numbers balanced by high immigration proportions?
Do the statisticians make a connection and compare?
Are we allowed to even think about this abortion affair?
Have religious types gone silent about abortion clinics?
On every second street according to abortion cynics,
Has the issue left the public eye and died a slow horrible death,
Or a quick death like an unborn baby who never took a breath.
Is this a forbidden media subject that can't be discussed?
Is this subject so bad that people might look at it with disgust?
How many abortion clinics are operating on your street?
Do they have a big sign out front or is all very discreet?
Nov 23rd,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Stuff Never Discussed...
Death-with-dignity is a subject that is never discussed,
They are not sick or going to die soon, so why cause a fuss?
And the Sue Rodriguez case was so very long ago,
Most Canadians never heard of it and just don't know.
But we are all very equal in that we are going to die,
Though we can't arrange the time and place, and I don't know why,
Something to do with religion, ethics, fear and commands from above,
Hidden subject, seldom discussed by those we claim to love.
They can do it in Switzerland and Oregon and other places,
Ottawa aristocrats tell us, we can't do it, right to our faces,
We should have a referendum but that too is not allowed,
Though they say we have democracy; this too from the same crowd.
poem by James Bredin
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Death With Dignity Please Sept 21st,2012
Death with dignity please Sept 21st,2012
By
James Bredin
I'm going to die but I don't know when, where, how or why,
And you are too; so we should all prepare to say goodbye,
Therefore it would be nice to arrange this whole dying affair,
Have legal death with dignity though some don't seem to care.
Some religious types and politicians are totally opposed,
Though it's a freedom of choice thing and not government imposed,
I realize of course that this in itself is not a nice subject,
And neither is dying but we can't avoid it or reject.
Nowadays it's a subject hidden in the background somewhere,
Seldom mentioned in our papers so we can't compare in despair,
Some people have gone to Switzerland where it's allowed and legal,
Where they don't need five lawyers to die and a paralegal.
Sept 21st,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Punishment
There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.
And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?
And will He care...?
'Tis down to Him.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Death, Death And Death
I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.
I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.
I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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LIFE and DEATH
You would know the secret of death;
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in life?
The owl whose night eyes are blind to daylight,
Cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you yearn to see the spirit of death,
Open your heart wide to the wonder of life.
For life and death are one, even as a river and sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent,
Knowledge of the great beyond;
And like seeds dreaming ‘neath the snow,
Your heart dreams of spring.
Trust your dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling subject,
Waiting to be honored by his king.
Is the subject not joyful beneath his trembling?
That he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked,
In the wind and melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing,
But to free the breath from restless tides,
That it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you sing?
And when you have reached the mountain top,
Then you shall begin to climb!
And when the earth claims your limbs,
Then shall you truly dance.
(Inspired by Kahlil Gibran)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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