In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
quote by Alfred Russel Wallace
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Eternity By And By
A fictitious dream it may seem
A pie in the sky it may look
A piece of sweet music it may sound
Which the heart sooths but the pain intact remains
A childish narrative it may effect
A bitter sweetly camouflaged death pill it may spill
A delicate warm air filled balloon it may seem
That bursts into oblivion when pierced
Bribery into good actions it may be perceived
By the mortal earth inhabiting
The fear of mortal reality to subside
Yet eternity mortality thwarts
Eternity by and by ever be
As real as you breathing be
As intact and as in your conscience
Eternity by and by ever present ever real
Eternity by and by immortality presents
To the earth inhabiting mortal souls
It beckons it invites
Eternity by and by ever inviting
Eternity by and by so infinitely finite
Incomprehensible but within grasp
Within a conscience and without the universe
Eternity by and by ever within
Eternity by and by not elusive yet elusive seems
Deliberately decide its elusiveness to evade
Deliberately decide its comforts to enjoy
Eternity by and by ever comfortable
Eternity by and by …….
poem by Obed Akuma
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But, after all, the aim of art is to create space - space that is not compromised by decoration or illustration, space within which the subjects of painting can live.
quote by Frank Stella
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Intersection of worlds
There’s hiding place between three intersecting worlds:
One is the Dreamland and we call Reality the other,
The third, the biggest, is Eternity. My sisters, brothers,
There’s no death in this time swirl,
While balancing between their gravities
You won’t find life about which to rave.
Inside the Time there is a cavity
Where “is” and “was” and “seems” are just the same,
There’s no opposition as “the existing” and “the non-existing”.
You’ll find just wisdom, sadness, and the solitude,
You’ll understand again earth’s sighs, trees’ whisper and wolf’s bristling.
You’ll realize that Evil is only inaptitude
Inherent to people incapable of love
And sharing world with others.
You’ll see Eternity, Reality and Dreamland
From outside and the inside at the same time.
They will be both alien and yours.
But you’ll be able to share with other people
Only vague memories when back to the Reality.
Hence – solitude and sadness.
poem by Victor Sklyarov
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Final Songs
A sleepless night
Suffering
Luckless inspiration
Incomprehensible song
Solitude
Under the banners of melancholy
Sign Of Solitude
GN OF SOLITUDE
A lugubrious tree high above the lot,
Yearning for an embrace tight,
It is a sign of solitude.
From the leafy world of forest deep,
A fluttery leaf falls when ripe,
It is a sign of solitude.
A scarlet flower shakes its head
But the wind dooms a petal dead,
It `s a sign of solitude.
A flock of birds among the clouds,
Finding all a bliss to the eyes,
A hunter lurks below on earth,
Aims one down for a wholesome feast,
That is a sign of solitude.
Friendship, kinship and lover's bliss,
Frizzles to mud at death's one kiss.
Jocund jolly friendly men,
Shrinks to viscid pit alone.
So death is a sign of solitude.
Glorious sun who makes us gay,
Is a loner in the Milky Way?
So HE is a sign of solitude.
poem by Sheela Devi
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Final Songs
A sleepless night
Suffering
Luckless inspiration
Incomprehensible song
Solitude
Under the banners of melancholy
poem by Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
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In Solitude
A glass of red wine spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude
Relishing a melody of lament
Drifting through my window
Gliding in uninvited
In solitude
Last night I cried out loud
For the sake of hearing a sound
Though I did not hear me
In solitude
Gawking at my naked fear
Of living a life unseen
Yearning to belong
In solitude
I woke up in the evening
Read a book out loud
My voice wavering
In Solitude
As the heroine yearned
In an isolated crowd
To be loved
In solitude
I walked around naked
In my new home
My skin in flames
In solitude
Every molecule of air
Brushing against me
Scorched in vain
In solitude
It was raining that morn
When I came to life
My throat stinging
In solitude
I see no soul
I hear no breathing
I smell no skin
In solitude
I mourn not waking up
Next to my beloved
To warm my frozen hind
In solitude
Yet, I feel no cold
And life goes on
As I bury myself
In solitude
poem by Deva De Silva
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Have You Ever Walked Through Life
Have you ever walked through life
thinking you will never find the one
searching every day for the one
that would make your day
your life your world complete
Have you ever felt so lonely
that it seems your life is bare
not being able to share
your laughter your joy
Have you ever pondered
for hours on end if you
would find your mister right
the one man in your life
you love with all your heart
Have you ever been so sad
as to think it would never be
to find the one that shares
your life for all eternity
Then there he stands
your mister right
you think is this a dream
you touch then find
to your surprise
He's become your reality
poem by Kaila George
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What’s Up Yonder?
Friend did you ever truly ponder, the sky above and what’s up yonder?
Does your mind ever pierce the sky, to what’s up there and even why?
To a place you have never been, the place many call the third heaven.
A holy place where God resides, that’s well above the temporal skies.
High above these earthly clouds, are multitudes of Heavenly Crowds,
The many saints who went before, now in the presence of The Lord.
It’s a special place we are told, one that’s paved with streets of gold.
In this place flows a Crystal Sea, from under The Throne of Eternity.
And there will be a River of Life, that flows from the Throne of Christ.
On each side is a Tree of Life, for healing the nations of their strife.
There will be no more night, for The Lord God will give all men light.
Heaven’s Light will be His Son; He’s The Eternal Light for everyone.
But, is this place truly there, and why would a Holy God even care?
To extend to mere mortal men, a place for us, to live forever friend.
Heaven is a place that’s pure, and will remain that way forevermore.
A place that’s free of sin and strife, where all men live a blissful Life.
There we’ll have an eternal home, beside God’s Everlasting Throne.
On that Throne, above the sea, where Christ shall reign for Eternity.
Have you ever pondered friend, just where in eternity you will spend?
For Heaven is a place for sure; a place you get to through The Lord.
The curse of earth shall be gone, and replaced with an Eternal Song.
Eternal Praises to Christ our Lord, who upon a wicked cross endured,
A wicked death for both you and me, so that we could live for eternity.
It was His life Christ chose to give, so in Heaven forever we could live.
(Copyright ©12/2005)
O death!
O death!
Thou great leveller
Of titles before a name,
Of degrees after a name
Of wealth and of poverty
O death!
No hearing or seeing
No tasting or smelling
No feeling or thinking
No suffering or celebrating
O death!
No body or soul
A spirit-filled life
A life of knowing in a different way
A life of relating in a different way
O death!
No life as we know it
No space as we know it
No time as we know it
But life experienced in all its fullness.
O death!
O death, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
From being deciduous
We’ve become evergreen.
©2009
James Hart
poem by James Hart
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Dead Cat
Dead Cat
by Alex Lewis
I found a dead cat
feasted upon by rats.
The cat opened his eyes-
It was such a surprise
that I pondered if the death was valid
and I pondered if the cat was rabid.
'Leave me in peace.' Spoke the beast,
'Of your problems I'm the least.'
'WAIT! WAIT! LISTEN TO ME! '
Was it time to be or time to flee?
We parted our directions.
I held no objections.
The cat was right.
The Devil took me that night.
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Life After Death
You spoke many times of life after death
and now you've taken your last breath.
You believed that when you pass away
your spirit exists in a different way.
In a ethereal place that lasts for eternity
with other spirits that used to be.
You travel that space on paths of air
and talk with thoughts that spirits share.
Gentle movements are how you touch
the spirits you once loved so much.
Friends will be met who have passed away
so you can share that eternal day.
Your past life now belongs to history
and you have joined the spiritual mystery.
You said you would try to communicate from there,
but your thoughts can't penetrate this planets air.
All I can do is wish you well and say goodbye,
and perhaps one day we'll again say hi.
Until then you'll be locked in my memory,
along with your life after death theory.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Grandma, I Never Knew You
I never knew you
You are my grandmother.
I get mad at God
For not giving me a chance
To know you.
You died ten years
Before I was born.
It breaks my heart
Every time I think
That I will never get
The chance to know you.
I look at your picture that hangs
Almost everyday.
I wonder if I have your eyes.
I wonder if I have your laugh.
I wonder if I have your smile.
I wonder if I have your nose.
I wonder if I have anything of you.
I guess I will never know
I guess I will never get to see you.
Death is the most tragic thing in life
Death is hard on me now than I was younger.
Death is what I have inside
Thinking of everyone that I have lost.
Death is forever
Death is longer than an eternity
Death is permanent
Death is a scar that never goes away.
Death is what I feel everyday
Death is what has to be.
Death is what is happening everyday.
Death is what no one knows for sure.
Death is what everyone goes through.
Death is the reason why I am the way I am
Death is what I fear…
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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A Religious Closet
He pondered about the Lord
Setting him up
as a template
that lies and cries
was not the very idea of life
He had in mind for himself
He pondered about the Lord
How about golden spoons
and rich tycoons
As a matter of fact
what about the abstract
Sadly bitter sweet lovers they were
just for a short while
He knew
He was deep in conflict
With his religious beliefs
The candlelight
lit the night
as he pondered to the Lord
He consoled himself
while he was idle
by reading the bible
knowing fully well
He was a religious closet
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.com
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Don’t Weep For Me
Please don’t mourn as I depart, for that is when my life will start.
No longer will I be facing death, I’ll be breathing Heaven’s breath.
Please don’t weep, don’t weep for me, I’ll be at home in Eternity.
I had actually died in Christ, down on earth when I had my life.
Life on this earth began for me, a pilgrim’s journey into Eternity.
When on earth I am no more, I will be in Heaven forevermore.
Finally with my Savior who died, to live for eternity by His side.
This earthly life is temporal friend, with a beginning and an end.
However, my death is not my end, for that is when I shall ascend,
To a majestic place above the sky, to reign with my Lord on high.
Unlike this earthly life my friend, a life in Heaven will have no end.
It begins for me a whole new life, spent forever with Jesus Christ.
My mortal body racked with pain, becomes immortal so I can reign,
And reign forever by Christ’s side, in a new body that’ll be glorified.
Friend, in just a moment I will change, never again to be the same.
When I ascend through that sky, Christ will indeed wipe every eye.
Friend there is no need to fear, for Christ will indeed dry every tear.
Death for me is life you see, so please my friend, don’t weep for me.
So when I die don’t mourn for me, for I will begin my life in eternity.
Just be certain you know The Lord, and I will see you again for sure.
Death Pains
Birth life death
Joy happiness mourning
Unity separation solitude
Ignorance knowledge understanding
Death life then birth
Mourning happiness then joy
Separation solitude then unity
Understanding yields knowledge
And extinguishes the flame of ignorance
Death pains sorrowful
The separation we hate
Understanding the sought out fate
Death pains a lingering task
burns inside like a hot water flask
poem by Mazwi Sedibe
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Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned -
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
- My fellow race -
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Line of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Space
Eternity of the initial space
Creating space in space
Needing space to create space
Creating initial space.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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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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A Child is Born
A child is born as duelling parallels become one,
At this instant a star dissolves into the expanse of space
To be reborn as the most fragile of entities.
The death of the star is mourned throughout an eternity of sorrow
As news of new life is spoken upon the tongues of men.
poem by David Lacey
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