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Greetings and death to our enemies.

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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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I Just Wait

I just wait
The habit of years
The poem forms itself
The words come
Poetry is the natural language of my being
Even when it does not mean anything-
I cannot help it
Words and poems come
While in my heart bitter as fear and death
Are only prayers for a loved one in danger.

God Oh God God God God
Why can't we just live in peace
And our enemies no longer be enemies
But peace-loving people like us?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dictators must have enemies. They must have internal enemies to justify their secret police and external enemies to justify their military forces.

quote by Richard Perle
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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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Finally I Know Who My Enemy Is...

i am armored
on my hand is the sharpest sword
i am ready for battle
to kill the enemies

your enemies

when i am about to win
and stab the victim
you are there running
towards me
asking that i be forgiving

your enemies are spared
and they all laugh at me

my armor is rusty now
my sword not as sharp as i
once held it

now you have enemies again
asking that i go to battle

who are you? i am not stupid anymore.
Use other mercenaries

and if there is now
Go, fight yourself, and have yourself killed

so i can offer you flowers
for the dead
so i can for once rest and smile
and tell myself

i am free and i work for no one anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 2 Ground Zero

Shells exploding all around
Only one audible sound...
The sound... the booming sound of war
Not clashes of swords, praised in ancient lore
No i talk about the exchange of gunfire
One side shooting the other sometimes not knowing why
They know only what told. Whether it be from a liar
Or porpagand, they can't tell al they know is die
Either die or kill
March up this hill
Fight, shoot, reload, shoot again, kill, hear
the screams of allies and enemies together, who shed more than a tear
Allies and enemies dotted with blood
Death in their faces
When each side goes to pick up their own
Not one man can tell apart races
Enemies and foes and allies and fellows all
dead... all alike, not a man can tell
One bloodied body from another, no more fell
Is there no mercy... none, not in war

poem by David Knox
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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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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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Thankless Task.

Death never takes a holiday.
He has too long a waiting list.
He has to work twelve hours a day.
Because we humans will persist.

In fighting wars for no good cause.
We cannot learn to live in peace
We always think that sheer brute force
Will overcome our enemies..

It seems that we will never learn
violence begets violence
and hatred will hatred return
We seem bereft of moral sense.

When friendship can pay dividends.
Why human beings choose to fight
Make enemies instead of friends.
When they could do the opposite,

Death never takes a holiday.
Although really needs a rest..
He has to work twelve hours a day.
He has good reason to protest.

Perhaps when the last man dies.
Then death can take a holiday.
He will rejoice at our demise.
And who could blame him anyway.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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We do not celebrate the death of our enemies.

quote by Yitzhak Rabin
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Enemies of the Peace

Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark

Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples

Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans

Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope

Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace

poem by Naji Almurisi
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Reflected In Their Mirrors Hiding

They've decided to create their own enemies.
And with this collective belief,
They organized with faithful followers.

And today no one can say,
What their true accomplishments have been.
Since those they had once delared their enemies,
Have successfully proven...
However they were depicted and regarded,
Had nothing to do with their achievements...
That have no end to them.
And...
Unaffected by those it seems,
Who treasure character assassinations.

And those still insisting they have their enemies...
On a list insisting this,
Have yet to see them identified...
Although they are clearly reflected,
In their mirrors hiding behind lies and disguises.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Death is a Threat

Death is a threat.
That almost everyone fears.
But to every beginning.
There must be an end.
Even worse is when you know.
what others don’t.
Something like Death.

How do you take it?
What can you do?
How you do you live your life
until your time is due.
Forgive all your enemies.
Take each day as it comes.
If you are in a position to,
Accept your fate.
And pray before it is too late.

Death is a threat.
We hate to relent.
It visits us randomly.
There is no perceptual structure.
Don't try to analysis it for that is mental torture.
Treasure each day as you live.
Love is what you should strive to find.

Death is a threat.
To our every day life’s.
It can turn our whole world upside down.
Destinies forcefully change overnight.
Sometimes for bad or for something very right.
Your best friend leaves for ever.
Your life long dreams die when you thought never.
But it is all a test.
During which your strength manifest.
Better, don’t let Death know when you are expecting it.
Or for death that will be a treat.

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Those In Positions Of Power

Those in positions of power have friends and quite a few
But to say they too have enemies is not saying anything that's new
Enemies through jealousy or enemies otherwise
That power does bring to one friends and enemies does come as no surprise
Those with power in the first place have this great desire to lead
You cannot be a leader if power you do not need
Nothing wrong with those who have power if they use it in the proper way
Though abuse of power we hear of and read of every day
Crimes against humanity in the Human World have never been rare
Even in recent human history of such we are aware
The despotic perpetrators we know of why mention them by name
Sinces their names not worthy of mention due to their despicable acts of shame
And yes those in positions of power are only there because there they wish to be
Such is obvious to everyone and that includes you and me.

poem by Francis Duggan
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We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated.

quote by Barack Obama
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It's Death Again

Disingenuousness

Death and I

I Just Wait

Death, Inevitable Death

Finally I Know Who My Enemy Is...

The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 2 Ground Zero

A Fresh Endeavour

Punishment

Thankless Task.

Death, My Friend

Death, Death And Death

Enemies of the Peace

Reflected In Their Mirrors Hiding

Death’s Too Near

Death is a Threat

Those In Positions Of Power

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