Two Robbers
When Death from some fair face
Is stealing life away,
All weep, save she, the grace
That earth shall lose today.
When Time from some fair face
Steals beauty year by year,
For her slow-fading grace
Who sheds, save she, a tear?
And Death not often dares
To wake the world's distress;
While Time, the cunning, mars
Surely all loveliness.
Yet though by breath and breath
Fades all thy fairest prime,
Men shrink from cruel Death,
But honor crafty Time.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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Breath of Death
Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time…
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride.
The cold breathe of death actually guilds-
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides…
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine.
Yes, this death is death indeed
A death of pain and an unheard plead.
However death is not death-
Only life without breath.
poem by Brad Lomeli
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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
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Sargent's Portrait of Edwin Booth
That face which no man ever saw
And from his memory banished quite,
With eyes in which are Hamlet's awe
And Cardinal Richelieu's subtle light,
Looks from this frame. A master's hand
Has set the master player here,
In the fair temple that he planned
Not for himself. To us most dear
This image of him! "It was thus
He looked; such pallor touched his cheek;
With that same grace he greeted us--
Nay, 't is the man, could it but speak!"
Sad words that shall be said some day--
Far fall the day! O cruel Time,
Whose breath sweeps mortal things away,
Spare long this image of his prime,
That others standing in the place
Where, save as ghosts, we come no more,
May know what sweet majestic face
The gentle Prince of Players wore!
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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What A Sobering Thought Indeed
What a sobering thought indeed, half the world will die in unbelief,
And the other half by God's Grace will believe to experience relief.
And when they take their last breath, they will see Eternal Death,
But you can live, if you believe, within the time that you have left.
Then, not only will you experience God's relief from all your strife,
But through God's Grace and Mercy, you will receive Eternal Life.
This present Age of Grace, is God's Mercy towards all men on earth,
No matter what you think you're worth, you can experience new birth.
Your rebirth is when you believe, and God opens up your eyes to see,
That you my friend are just like me and we were both born to believe.
To the natural man this is foolishness, which leads one to unbelief,
And because he has no belief, he lives his life in and out of grief.
But The Lord offers more than just Eternal Life at your life's end,
As He will fill your life with joy and a peace you can't comprehend.
God through The Holy Spirit also helps you my friend to understand,
There's only one who can forgive your sins and He is The Son of Man.
For the Son of Man came to die to give his life as a ransom for many,
The Spotless Lamb who died a death to save vile sinners so unworthy,
What a sobering thought indeed, that God allowed The Lord to bleed,
To watch His Only Son die on a tree, to save a wicked wretch like me.
(Copyright © 03/2003)
Scared to Death
I feel my heart beat as I lie there and breath every breath in.I feel as if im scared to death and nothing there to support me as i fall.I dream dreams that could not have an explination to them.I wake up breathing as hard as before as my feet touch the floor, I am scared to death.I love my life but there comes a time when you just have to admit everything that is wrong.As I breath so calmly and smooth just then i find out the truth.Im scared to death.I walk around with a smile and realize this life has so many 'un-discovered' facts and as we learn the facts i see that the worlds going to waist.Im scared to death.I look around wondering if anyone else knows or feels my pain, only because im scared to death.I wish i could tell someone I wish they would know, so i dont feel as if im in the world alone.Im scared to death.I wonder how i live this life with all the secrets i hold my behind my breath just to realize im scared to death!
poem by Melissa Ramey
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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I've Crossed Oceans Of Wine To Find You
There was a time when i
Could breath my life into you
One by one your pale fingers
Started to move
And i touched your face
And all death was erased
And you smiled like an angel
Falling from heaven
Just to be lift up again
And you kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You run me back to life
And all things come to an end
We don't have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
And never wake up again
We're so christ like
We're so lifelike
Vampire christ
We're so alive
We're so lifelike
Vampire christ
In the grace
Of this love
We rise in pain
And death is not far away
And soon we'll sleep
And never wake up again
There was a time when i
Could breath my life
Into you
And all's been come to an end
We don't have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
We're christ like
So lifelike
Vampire christ
We're so lifelike
So christ like
A vampire christ
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Sweet 16
Get away from me and so she said
You're like a social disease
I'm so tired of being afraid of you
(......) she sees
Save yourself look and see
Think about it, sweet sixteen
You could be anywhere
See yourself standing there
She's my death She's my death
He can't stop imposing himself on her
He likes the way that she is
His heart beats, fingers all over her
His dirty breath smells of beer
Save yourself look and see
Think about it, sweet sixteen
You could be anywhere
See yourself standing there
She's my death She's my death
Come a little closer to me
Come a little nearer come on
She works late so she can keep away
Too scared to go to the police
So young he's working her like a dog
One day while she was searching there
She came across a new toy
Her eyes filled as she loaded the weapon
Her mind racing she cries
Save yourself look and see
Think about it, sweet sixteen
You could be anywhere
See yourself standing there
Save yourself look and see
Think about it, sweet sixteen
She's my death
She's my death
Death
She's my death
Death
song performed by by Feeder
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Ive Crossed Oceans Of Wine To Find You
There was a time when i
Could breath my life into you
One by one your pale fingers
Started to move
And I touched your face
And all death was erased
And you smiled like an angel
Falling from heaven
Just to be lift up again
And you kissed my lips
With those once cold fingertips
You run me back to life
And all things come to an end
We dont have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
And never wake up again
Were so christ like
Were so lifelike
Vampire christ
Were so alive
Were so lifelike
Vampire christ
In the grace
Of this love
We rise in pain
And death is not far away
And soon well sleep
And never wake up again
There was a time when i
Could breath my life
Into you
And alls been come to an end
We dont have to pretend
Slowly we fall asleep
Were christ like
So lifelike
Vampire christ
Were so lifelike
So christ like
A vampire christ
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Near Death Experience
Old age can dim Man's weary eyes
And slow the legs of youth
And when we stand, we're mouthing sighs,
Acknowledging the truth...
And so it was, while in my chair,
I slipped off into sleep,
Yet at that moment not aware
That Death, close by, would creep...
Then suddenly, Death grabbed my hand
And stole my soul away...
At first, I couldn't understand,
Yet I was quick to pray!
'Save me, oh, Lord, if not my time!
Deliver me from Death!
I know that I'm not in my prime,
But I deserve each breath! '
The Lord appeared and Death stood still,
To learn what must be done,
What must occur to serve God's will
He'd learn from Christ, God's Son!
'We'll is he mine or not this day?
Has God bestowed His grace?
Is he to leave? Is he to stay?
Tell me what's taking place...'
Christ looked at Death, said not one word,
But Death soon understood...
Though not the choice that he preferred,
He left me as he should...
With open arms, Christ stood and smiled,
'I'll grant you one more year! '
Then all at once, now reconciled,
I saw Him disappear...
Thus I returned to mortal frame,
To kneel beside the chair...
To call upon the Saviour's Name
In earnest, fervent prayer!
The Holy Spirit blessed my soul
With all Christ's truths to preach,
As long as I gave Him control
And humbly chose to teach...
My story's shared on TV shows,
On Radio as well...
In just six months, my life will close,
It's Heaven, then, not Hell...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
Near Death Experiences are shared on
various shows such as Testimony Time.
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Two Highwaymen
I LONG have had a quarrel set with Time
Because he robb'd me. Every day of life
Was wrested from me after bitter strife:
I never yet could see the sun go down
But I was angry in my heart, nor hear
The leaves fall in the wind without a tear
Over the dying summer. I have known
No truce with Time nor Time's accomplice, Death.
The fair world is the witness of a crime
Repeated every hour. For life and breath
Are sweet to all who live; and bitterly
The voices of these robbers of the heath
Sound in each ear and chill the passer-by.
--What have we done to thee, thou monstrous Time?
What have we done to Death that we must die?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Breath Of Death
Death is not death,
It is life without breath,
Life on earth is life that is blind,
Blinded by stress and the curse of time,
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride,
The cold breathe of death actually guilds,
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides,
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine,
The Floor is cover with clouds of gold,
An eternal joy that never grows old,
They wait for you to come alive,
Trumpets waiting for you to arrive,
Sitting there is the humble Lord,
Guarding the gates with his shield and sword,
All your loved ones and all you've known,
How can this love even be shown,
Reach out your heart and give him your hand,
There is nothing to fear so please understand,
He knows you believe but now you must try,
You must understand that to live you must die,
Yes, this death is death indeed,
A death of pain and an unheard plead.,
However this death is truly not death,
Only new life that lives without breath.
poem by Bradley Lomeli
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In A Fair World
I cannot empathize with the poor since I'm not in poverty
And I can only imagine how miserable life must be
For those who go to sleep hungry they live with death each day
In a fair World this would not be it would be fair to say.
In a fair World this would not be but all in life's not fair
And thousands are in poverty for every millionaire
In third World Countries every year millions of hunger die
The crops don't grow in rain starved lands, the parched earth far too dry.
In a fair World there would be enough food to go around
And not one hungry person in the whole World to be found
But there is only hunger where poverty reside
And the gap between the haves and have nots has never been so wide.
In a fair World there would not be want and need and very little crime
But the social gap keeps widening despite the march of time
And I who have never lived in the slums or in a third World Land
What it feels like to be really poor could never understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Rendezvous
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath--
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear . . .
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
poem by Alan Seeger
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One Year In Heaven
One year in heaven,
One year you've been there,
So far away,
Someday I'll see you in the air,
One year in heaven,
I miss you so much,
Smile down upon me,
And show me your love.
One year in heaven,
It seems like so long,
Since the last time I saw you,
And then you were gone,
One year in heaven,
You left earth to soon,
But I know they need you,
More then I do,
One year in heaven,
I'm alone on the earth,
I miss your sweet kisses,
And all that you're worth,
One year in heaven,
Is God really there?
Why did he take you,
As I cried in despair.
One year in heaven,
I still see your face,
The day that you took,
The last breath you would take,
One year in heaven,
Why did you die,
I know God needed you,
But still I cry.
One year in heaven,
Soon I'll be there,
So wait by the gate,
Please, this do swear,
One year in heaven,
To me it is long,
But you have no pain,
From this earth you have gone.
One year in heaven,
It's so hard to move on,
I'll send you a prayer,
And sing you a song,
One year in heaven,
Life's not the same,
Since you left this world,
I'm living in a daze.
One year in heaven,
You watch from above,
Sit there and smile,
And send me your love,
One year in heaven,
You may think it's just a day,
But this world is so different,
Since God took you away
poem by Michele Weston
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Life and Death
A little light, heat, motion, breath;
Then silence, darkness, and decay;
This is the change from life to death
In him the weareth clay.
But Time’s one drop ’twixt that and this,
Ah! What a gulf of doom it is.
The cheek is fair, the eye is bold,
The ripe lip like a berry red;
Then the shroud clothes them;—thus behold
The living and the dead!
And how time’s last cold drop serence
Swells to eternity between.
Yet not for horror, nor to weep;
But through the solemn dark to see
That life, though swift, is wonder-deep,
And death the only key
That lets to that mysterious height
Where earth and heaven in God unite.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Messalina
The gloss is fading from your hair,
The glamour from your brow;
The light your eyes were wont to wear
Attracts no gazer now.
O'er sunny forehead, smiling lips,
And cheeks of rosy roundness, slips
A cruel, premature eclipse,
Time should not yet allow.
I think of one whose homestead lies
A stone's-throw from your own,
Who, spite of sorrow in her eyes,
Hath but more comely grown;
Who, robbed while scarce a four-year's bride,
Of him, her husband, joy and pride,
Whilst yours still labours at your side,
Is lovely, though alone.
For know, 'tis not from loss of state,
Nor e'en from loved one's death,
Nor any stroke of Time or Fate,
That true grace suffereth:
That virtue hath a secret charm,
Age cannot wither, sorrow harm,
Which keepeth even beauty warm
After surcease of breath.
Know, furthermore, that wants debased,
Void restlessness in crime,
Have almost wholly now defaced
What had been spared by Time;
That, soul shut in, while sense ajar,
Joys which, not mending nature, mar,
Entered, and left you what you are-
A ruin-ere your prime!
poem by Alfred Austin
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To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet VI.)
When the prime mover of my many sighs
Heaven took through death from out her earthly place,
Nature, that never made so fair a face,
Remained ashamed, and tears were in all eyes.
O fate, unheeding my impassioned cries!
O hopes fallacious! O thou spirit of grace,
Where art thou now? Earth holds in its embrace
Thy lovely limbs, thy holy thoughts the skies.
Vainly did cruel death attempt to stay
The rumor of thy virtuous renown,
That Lethe's waters could not wash away!
A thousand leaves, since he hath stricken thee down,
Speak of thee, nor to thee could Heaven convey,
Except through death, a refuge and a crown.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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