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Biography lends to death a new terror.

quote by Oscar Wilde
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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!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The art of biography is different from geography. Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.

quote by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
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Biography is one of the new terrors of death.

quote by John Arbuthnot
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Sinner's Visit from Death

Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?

And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.

‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'

‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well

The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '

But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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If Death Does Not Come

If death does not come from Terror
We may succumb eventually from fear
Or from stress due to stupid human error
(Whatever did we do to deserve this?)

All the intelligence is hilariously absent
Maxwell Smart could have done quite well!
Millions of scanners now present
Even your hemorrhoids they can tell.

If death does not come from Terror
Imagination can kill faster than man
The mind can produce visual horrors
In the meantime: 'Yes we scan! '

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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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…'

The Reign of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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.

The March of Death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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.

D eath Crawl

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Terror-struck?

When terror strikes your very doors,
Unleashing deaths like ‘bolts from blue’,
And taking all by surprise too,
Just ask yourself why this happens?

When terror struck your neighbor’s doors,
And you defended militants,
Not bringing them to justice fast –
God measures you in like measure?

No sane of hearts will terrorize!
No human beings good will kill;
No hate-less souls can kill by scores;
All those on earth must love brethren.

Death is the same that comes to all;
Death is tragic when premature;
Death of children is heinous crime;
Just evil minds car-bomb brothers!

Terrorists cause panic, chaos;
Terrorists spread fear through bullets;
Terrorists gain, when we divide;
No God will support evil-minds!

Let world unite to fight terror!
Let none protect a terrorist;
Let lives of citizens be safe;
Let’s value lives across the globe!

poem by John Celes
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Soul is unsung.

You will be remembered after death
Provided it is found profitable
Or it lends them some identity.
Else, though great, your soul will be unsung.
10.07.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The City Sings the Song of Death

The City sings the song of Death
Death that roams in the streets
Fearless and merciless, its hands smeared with blood
Its clothes drenched, its desire insatiable
It yearns for more bodies, for more and more
And yet more

The City sings the song of Death
A song whose tragic pitch would scare of birds
Were they to listen to its harrowing cadence
A song that makes babies cry and disturbs the old
A song that is sung by every one who lives in the city of Death
In fear, in pain, in terror
For Death itself has come to life
For Death itself, unchained and unchecked, roams around freely
Who shall now question Death?

The City sings the song of Death
My City sings the song of Death
I too sing the song of Death
And so do the millions that live with me
In the City of Death

poem by Abdul Samad
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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.’

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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O life O death 1

Truth hanged on the wall,
Nails of evil secured, horrer
Wall clock running reverse to fall,
Stood I, infront of a miracle mirror/

Life on the stake of honesty,
Slipped on the hot frying pan, fish tasty
Crispy, crimpy, heartily loved by all
Ah: Honesty is the best policy, A false call! //

What death if life is useless!
What life if death is useless!
What tongue if word not spells
Heart is a hut where love dwells//

Unfrozen region of my mind
Where truth hid shivering
Bright starry stormy eyes
Under the evil coverings//

Should I shout unto death?
O Life! O Death! I wrapped with terror
Why humanity survives under the Mask?
Why religion is wrapped with terror? //

poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Shock And Terror

the psychotic dress the senseless feature
it terrifies every living creature
predictability is wearing thin
groundbreaking practice for the preacher

clowns mortified by my expression
breathing new life into invention
and gagging the maggots with a weary hand
has failed to leave any impression

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane

up now for seven days and wired
the concept of sleep is way too tired
and I've dialed in a plan to reinstate
your sense of humor has expired

the shock and terror keeps me sane
the shock and terror keeps me sane
does anybody feel the same?
the shock and terror keeps me sane

song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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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.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Piece By Piece

Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece

You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath
Dismembered destiny

As soon as life has left your corpse
I'll make you part of me
No emotion
Death is all I see

Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece

Bones and blood lie on the ground
Rotten limbs lie dead
Decapitated bodies found
On my wall

song performed by by Slayer from Reign In Blood
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The Kiss ……………….

Words were unable to explain
the darkness of unholy marriage,
of terror with chrysanthemum.
And bullet did not know the target
it flew on command to kill the smell of a man.

My song now hangs like a dirty laundry
on the wall of peace.
Death of green eyes, must come in few days.
The lamps will mourn for the light.

I wonder sometimes, when time comes
How I will kiss the death
And how death will embrace me.

poem by Satish Verma
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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.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Nuclear weapons offer us nothing but a balance of terror, and a balance of terror is still terror.

quote by George Wald
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How to paint a striking Rinkhals

Green knee high grass
paves, covers the veldt

making the snake's hideout
its place from where it sails.

First observe the snake
sneaking from the grass

while it passes camouflaged
to the next shade

or lies turned over
as if dead, showing its stomach

enticing you to pass, or to come near
to investigate,

maybe you'll see the stripes
ringing its neck

in colours of cream
or something near to white

or maybe you may not
when in terror astounded

to whoever looks
it flashes alive

like a lightning rod
with death sizzling out of its mouth

and if you can paint this
you have the essence of it,

making terror alive,
in a snake which looks placid

but which can spit and strike
carrying death as far as it goes.

[Rinkhals: Spitting African Cobra.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Related quotes

Death’s Too Near

Sinner's Visit from Death

If Death Does Not Come

It's Death Again

Disingenuousness

Death and I

Terror-struck?

Soul is unsung.

The City Sings the Song of Death

Death, Inevitable Death

O life O death 1

Shock And Terror

A Fresh Endeavour

Piece By Piece

The Kiss ……………….

Punishment

How to paint a striking Rinkhals

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