I could not tell you the date of my mother's death. I could not tell you the date of my dad's death. These are not dates that I find significant.
quote by O.J. Simpson
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~ Expiry ~ Date ~
~ EXPIRY ~ DATE ~
Ms. Nivedita
02.11.09.
UK
Everything has expiry date
Medicine ~ Polypacked Blood
Transfusion Kit ~ Transfusion Fluid
Disposable Syringe
Male / Female ~ Contraceptives
i-Pills and so on…
Every thing has
Best use before
Pizza ~ Perfume
Showergel ~ Shampoo
Lipgloss ~ Toiletries
Sanitarynapkin ~ Condoms &c
Why no expiry dates of
Birth ~ Abortion
Life ~ Death
Love ~ Hate
Benevolence ~ Greed
Ecstasy ~ Agony
Optimism ~ Pessimism
Wedding ~ Divorce
Celibacy ~ Libertinism
Sexitation ~ Frigidity
Fidelity ~ Infidelity
Virtue ~ Vice
&c…
Ne’er ending culmination
E’er going contemplation.
Why no Expire Date?
Excogitating: E = mc2?
Knows who?
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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To date or not to date that is the question. It's almost as important as Shakespeare's to be or not to be which deals with death.
quote by Al Goldstein
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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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What Date Are You Awaiting
What date are you awaiting,
To appreciate your life?
What security you believe is promised...
If you elect a future that delights.
Unfortunately your hesitation,
Will not outpace what has taken place.
And what has taken place,
Is not addressing your patience at all.
In fact what you think will provide a safety net...
Is no longer there to comfort your sudden fall.
And scheduled dates you have prioritized,
Have long passed you as you stalled.
What date are you awaiting,
To appreciate your life?
What date is that you have yet to realize,
Is not there for you to call.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Lot Of Things You Shouldn’t Do
Never date Wonder Woman
you will never know what she might do.
She could toss her golden lariat
and choke the truth out of you.
Never date Superman
when he asks you to take a flight with him.
He might dropp you
as he waves to the crowd below.
Never date Spiderman
on any given day.
He might leave dangling in his web
while he is called away.
Never date Batman
because you will never be alone.
He has always got a Robin
bobbing along behind.
Never ever date Dodgy Dave The Vicar
because he’ll preach all night to you
and just to top that
you’ll be chased by Vera with a rolling pin in hand.
22 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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We The Busy Ones
we proclaim
we are the busy ones
they call us the
bees
we work all day
extending our arms and legs
to the night
we work till dawn
we too make love
we compose ourselves
arrange our faces
like flowers and leaves
and twigs
we work and work
till we find that
rest....
don't think of death
go find another date
gather the ripe dates
in the desert
have a big plate
savor the taste in your palate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Double Date
Roy orbison/ jack clement
Me and my buddy went on a double date
I was feeling great, I could hardly wait
I got my lovin baby and introduced my friend
He fell for her, she fell for him
On a double date, on a double date
Now my babys gone, Im all alone
All because of a double date, of a double date
Then my one time buddy went on a double date
He was feeling great, he couldnt hardly wait
He got my loving baby and introduced his friend
Ha ha, and then that was the end
On a double date, on a double date
Now my babys gone, Im all alone
All because of a double date, of a double date
Of a double date, of a double date....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Pink Flowers.
Do not text me or think otherwise
I am just picking flowers from my garden.
Last evening I picked a red rose but
Wow! It proved to be too red for my date
Today I visited the same garden
The only flower I found was a white rose.
Where is my favourite pink rose?
This morning I cycled to the market
Sure, to buy my date a pink rose
But the only roses there were yellow and purple.
Tried to enquire where I could get one
But no one knows where to find.
Went to my flower vendor but nowhere to find
Where will I get my pink rose for my date?
Tomorrow, I'll travel far and wide
Only to get this precious pink flower
And if I succeed, my date will be happy
And my heart will find a solace rest
Amidst the residue of love petals
Just with the pink flower petals.
Where will I get my Pink rose flower?
(Dedicated for my pink flower date)
poem by Aron Lelei
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Never Been On a Date Before
When I was young
I was a foolish girl
Kept my distance with
Men in general
Even if they asked me
For a date
I would say NAY
Never in a day
So I ask of you men today
What the heck is a date?
Ladies can you explain
To me what's a date?
Hmmm wondering
Will I ever know?
DO I WANT TO KNOW! ! !
poem by Kaila George
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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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The Most Important Date In My Life Aug 16th,2012
The most important date in my life is the date I will die,
The Supreme Court won't let me change that date and I don't know why,
Is it some religious belief that they want us to obey?
No matter what the disease or pain; we have to suffer and stay.
Sooner or later, you too will have to cope with this question,
There's nothing legal you can do so don't bother with the suggestion,
The Supreme Court laid down the law so you have to suffer the pain,
It doesn't matter whether it's freezing cold, sunshine or rain.
Should I go to Switzerland and get fixed up over there?
I hear they help many people who are approaching death and despair,
I read there may be certain pills for sale in Mexico down there,
I think of poor Sue Rodriguez and maybe say a prayer.
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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What Does An Election Mean?
I have absolutely no influence and neither do you
No Death-With-Dignity or compulsory voting so what’s new?
We’re going to have an election that will only change some names,
But unfortunately, everything else stays exactly the same.
We don’t have referendums, plebiscites or mid term elections,
No propositions or proportional representation selections,
I think its time that maybe someone somewhere should complain,
Maybe set-date elections would help with this awful pain.
We have no death penalty either so therefore, no death row,
Banned from the UN Security Council so there, we can’t go,
Abortion death clinics on every second street are never banned,
Politically correct, never mentioned; all slight of hand.
Death with dignity and assisted suicide - all illegal,
Try to avoid a slow painful death but you can’t and it’s legal,
If you are talking to a politician, ask him/her about this,
See if he/she can get us Death-With-Dignity like the Swiss.
Mar 23rd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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It was terrible on dates, because I could never eat when I was on a date.
quote by Robert Barnes
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Death part 1
Death can strike when we least expect it
Death is a significant event that will change our lives
Death will cause sorrow, depression, grief, and loneliness
Death is like the ending cycle of one's life and a beginning for another
But death can also bring new life
poem by Jeffrey Liminsang
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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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Sonnet: Be Content, Man
The many unfortunate ones, all remind
That God has spared me all along till date;
I’m not as unlucky as I do find:
God has allowed me a much better fate.
Yet, ungrateful as I am, I complain
Endlessly, when my troubles haunt sometimes;
If it has been sunny, we want the rain!
Dissatisfied is man in many climes.
So, let us think of brethren poorer still,
Whom Nature has cruelly dealt a blow,
Who are by body and spirit, more ill,
Who invite Death but Death says, ‘Not now’, No!
So, count we must, our blessings one by one
And thank the Lord for sending His own Son!
8-22-2002
poem by John Celes
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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