Rare Gesture
Yes “Amineh” she was and so beautiful
My eyes became wet and tearful
When I saw her coming out of courtroom
There was powerful joy and no gloom
Her attacker was given sentence
Whole courtroom was tense
“Eye for an eye” court pronounced
Majid, the attacker was completely silenced
Amineh was really rose and attractive
No one dared to approach her to make submissive
She had her own way to live with joy
But Majid had ill wish at her to enjoy
When she was in street at night
The stars may twinkle at her sight
Such beautiful creation was having eclipse
Soon was to be destroyed his lovely face and lips
She refused to surrender at his request
That was only her fault to meet with rest
The blind man turned complete hostile
The acid was thrown on her face meanwhile
Her world darkened and lost the chance
To live with dram boy happily at once
Where will she go now and hide her face?
She was left behind with no future to trace
She died every moment to get justice
Majid got imprisonment with notice
Today the sentence was pronounced
“Eye for an eye” verdict was announced
Amineh watched the death shadow on his face
She wanted death fear to be seen in any case
The fear shadow completely silenced people
She thought for a while and sensed the trouble
“Why death for death” her soul revolted
She prayed for sentenced to be jolted
Lesser punishment for crime committed
Since the crime was in earnest proved and admitted
She had waited for this glorious day
Humanity at heart had not dragged her away
She left it to the almighty and wisdom
Such cases of generosity are heard seldom
Amineh.. Girls name.. Majid.. name… Recent case in Iran
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Now You Are Perfected
there is always death
coming
death has always
been here with us
it is silent and does not
say anything
it is us
in this delirium fearing him
we talk too much
until we are silenced by
death
and death still is silent
it knows
what the ripe time is
it knows
where it is taking us
it knows
that is why it is silent
it knows pretty well
that soon when we completely know
it, we shall soon agree completely
it is beautiful as it is silent
as silence is beautiful
it is filled with so much wisdom
as wisdom is silent with its beauty
it is the only truth
that we must abide
and after that ordeal of pain and
worries
needlessly the anxiety of the unknown
that is spread under our
feet
we are victorious with it
we passed
as we passed away
we join those who are silenced too
in full wisdom and
beauty
death shall tell you
now you are perfected.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Majesty of the majority
The arrogance of the majority
Kills the freedom of the minority.
The authority of the majority
Checks the progress of the minority.
The humility of the majority
Tends the growth of the minority
The majesty of the majority
Grants the safety of the minority
Let the Babaar majid be rebuilt.
[The majid was an unused mosque built centuries ago in the place of a Hindu temple, and was destructed by the Hindu faith people giving a shock to the country’s secularism]
11.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Yes! Death is Beautiful!
for all the girls and guys out there
who fear death like anything and stare
up the sky and say their prayer
Oh God of death! Spare me, just spare!
for all the men and women I care
death for them, is not at all fair
Immense pain it gives, which they can't share
it takes away everything, makes them bare
to them I say, fear not the death
coz death is beautiful, it refines your breath
to breathe the bliss and smell the light
no days no night, dear, what a beautiful sight!
Death may be painful at first
but at end is just blissfull
agonizing body at first
the end experience, so wonderful!
Some sail through dark tunnel, lights at last
others flow above, high and fast
Some hear a melodious strange music
others.... divine experience, which God casts...
you feel like you never belonged here
A peaceful Destination is calling you there
and you're eager to go, be one among them
That's why dying people, they never have pain...
Death is like a commercial break
a transition period for a tired soul
tired from the game of life, we people play
Death is a comma(,) which refreshes the Soul...
Fear not the Death!
Coz it's the most beautiful thing
that can't happen to you again
and every precious moment and thing
comes witha little or more pain...
Yes! Death is Beautiful
Death is precious, so Rare
and comes with no clue
that's why we enjoy once
and that is True...
Death is Beautiful
Death is True...
poem by Soumya Dash
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Court
i stromed into the courtroom
in confidence as assumed
stood tall
got my skinny jeans from the mall
put on a straight face
ready to fight for my case
my sister crying tears
i hid all fears
mom's nostrals flarred
lie; if he dared
put my files on the table
today tears are unable
seen his eyeballs wide
now he can't hide
smiled in reassuranced
that he doesn't have a chance
i have the truth
he will be in a prison cell
they will know he did rape me
i promise they will see
is justice in my courtroom?
poem by Tesla Blackburn
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Love Is A Crime
Oooh Yeah
Chicago
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me to life
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Some might say I'm guilty of loving the first degree
If the jury wants to lock me up and throw away the key
There's no greater punishment than what I face inside
Won't tamper with the evidence cause there's nothing to hide
(He lives inside my heart)
(I'm in the middle too)
I'm in the middle too
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
(You can) sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Better tell the truth, just let me plead my case
The thief who stole my heart from me I couldn't let escape
He's my only alibi, but I won't drop a dime
So how can I give up to you, my partner in crime
(He lives inside) my heart
(I'm in the middle too)
Ooh yeah yeah
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
(Sentence me to life)
You can take away my freedom
But you can't take my love from me
I won't die a lonely prisoner
'Cause my heart will set me free
Oooh ooh yeah
Whooh!
Chicago
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To rise again
It is to rise again, not to end but just to begin
We are in beautiful world to live in
There can not be any end but just the beginning
As it may come and go like little spinning
It may make you nervous
It may look you very dangerous
Yet not let you down in any case
If you stand fast and face
Life is another name for struggle
It is not like passing in jungle
Where there is no restriction
To live here in hostile environment with friction
We can make it lovely and beautiful
Easy to remain with and very joyful
Trouble and problems can be bearable parts
One needs not to end life and depart
It is given a life time chance
It can be had only once
So we can utilize it either with smiling face
Or spend it uselessly after running mad race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Soul's Graduation
When Death comes near you,
Don't flood your face with tears
Do not let it control you
Or awaken your fears.
Do not make Death your stranger
For we will all face it one day
And though you may fear it
It still won't go away.
I will treat Death as my neighbor
Like an old, distant friend
For Death is the beginning
It should never mark the end.
And my meaning of Death
One to appreciate:
Death is the Soul's graduation!
So why not celebrate?
poem by Desiree Peters
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Eyes of Death
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes of Death
I killed for those eyes to look into mine
Into my eyes of pain and guilt
I dared to walk into your path
I dared to take your hand into mine
And I dared to tell you my darkest secret
I stared into your Eyes of Death
And I lost my soul to them
When I looked into your Eyes of Death.
To this day, I am still dead
To this day, I can no longer live in the mortal world
To this day, we shall not die of fire, water, or love,
But of our Eyes of Death that rein our souls
I stare into your Eyes of Death and I cringe at the sight
I look into your Eyes of Death and I am no longer alive
I looked into your Eyes of Death
And I died again, before I could run from them
For I cannot stand to be around you to this very day again
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes…of Death
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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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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Animal Planet pt2
Dragged down to the ground with a shoulder out of place
A man struggles all about, anguish carved into his face
His attacker stands up, but only for a moment
He takes this time out to notice his blood roaming
A second later he feels a sharp pain in his back
His attacker brought his knee down with all the force he had
One, and two, and three times he fell
Screaming each time like the damned souls of hell
The man lay still, mind adrift in the wind
Sees the smiling faces and him amidst his kin
They reach out to him and he reaches in return
Only to return to a fire that’s started to burn
His attacker must’ve tired because it seemed like some time
Since he felt any blows manhandling his spine
He could be paralyzed, in any case
He couldn’t just lie there and die
His attacker stood at his head like one of prominence
Spit on the man and asserted his pure dominance
But suddenly dropped to the floor in agonizing pain
The man had cut a tendon and a very lively vein
Blade in hand and moving as fast as stone
The man crept to his attacker and brought the point home
Over and over as his eyes filled with tears
Collapsed on his attacker and let go of his shears
Barely breathing but alive he can hear the fans cheer
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Not Last
It was not last but first
When I tried to rest
Nothing succeeded like acid test
But something was coming out as best
There were positive signals
In batches I received their arrivals
Like Siberian cranes they landed
Smiled at me and befriended
It gave me all I wanted
All rules are to be flouted
How I wish it could be true
It may stay longer too
I got some indication
It had some relation
Otherwise why earth always wanted
Beautiful songs aired and chanted
It may shower and wet the earth
That feeling may remain till then death
Who may know the message behind?
I must try and earnestly find
Am I caged in beautiful place?
From where I daily see the beautiful face
If that is prison sentence offered
I will never dispute and differ
I wish to fly back and remain with
She is all that I want and don’t wish to crush the grip the teeth
I shall smile in open under sky
There is not much to left and ask why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I’ve Heard Some Say
With trembling
voice of desperate hope
with longing
voice of broken hope.
I’ve heard some say.
The sun will rise one day.
I’ve heard some say.
The sun will rise one day.
Yet I welcome not; oncoming light
for all is stark, rigid, clear; obliterating bright
inflexible, absolute; in piercing glaring light
no place to hide, in refuge; as in shelter night.
Intense mushroomed brightness; obliterates sight
a disagreeable dazzling damning; atom splitting light
fierce hard overpowering; atom splitting obliterating sight
no place of mindful refuge lit; as in dreams of hope filled night.
It is hard
to face, oncoming day,
when hope
filled dreams, are stripped away.
To face impossible
fruitless reality, sow mortality.
A decisive bitter blow.
Youth contemplates senility.
When glorious dreams
are shredded ripped apart.
Where can distraught
mind go? To restart?
Fear to face
fresh newborn day.
Fear to face
illuminated mushroomed day.
Illuminated
full
born
prospects.
Heralded in atomic
calculating
mechanical
lifeless age.
An
apocalyptic
revelation
day.
The sun will rise one day.
Some tears get in the way.
The sun will rise one day.
Heart haven’t left to face such day.
The sun will set one day.
Beautiful red flash glow.
Bathes illuminated peaks.
Illuminated in rose red glow.
Across the sky
a rose red glow
promise of warmth;
invading heat wave;
in welcoming
embracing
finale closing
curtains show.
Free of blistering burning pain
in sweet tormenting restful death.
Freedom of soul releasing death
finally tormented; humanity laid to rest.
Finally ultimately
in apocalyptic death.
Humanity struggles free,
of pain life’s wife strife.
A fading
water
coloured
fresco;
of defeated
expectations,
heartache
needless strife.
The sun will set one day
come embrace my friend with the night.
The sun will set one day
in death’s dust we all will lay tonight.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Skeleton Butterfly
A skeleton butterfly, Kisses my cheek,
A kiss so beautiful...so gentle....so sweet,
It floats around the air, where death has been,
Always following me, for death has always been to close to touch,
Its beautiful bones, and wings of Crimson embers, Is left as a reminder that death Lives within us all,
he'll pay you a visit the cost is small,
This beautiful creature of death, left to ponder the living,
Lost in the sarrows of humans Frightened be fear,
It clings to me for life has more meaning when Death visits and leaves,
Lost in the devils eternity,
A butterfly stays with those touched by death, forever there friend,
when the world has left.
poem by Crimson Love
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Divine Blessings
Not all people have divine blessing
Especially men certainly find it missing
There are two painful stages not all have to face
Death and pregnancy is certain for women in all the cases
Men face only death pain but may not be able to reveal
Pregnancy is not his prerogative to face and conceal
The woman undergoes both the pain and faces it in real
Fate in both the cases is dangerous and luck is going to seal
So we accord special status to women folk
They are appreciated and always centre of the talk
If you go for any selective words to praise
I think no words may substitute her divine status
How come all prophets and messiahs chose her womb as refuge?
Took shelter for nine months and gave status so huge
This is how women are adored and placed at the top
Even though atrocities and crime against her don’t stop
See the woman in her final stage of pregnancy
When new born is likely to visit beautiful earth with blessings from almighty
What a shine on her face with complete satisfaction!
As if whole of the universe at her feet and gives such an indication
I would bow my head in recognition for her sacrifice
It is her dedication and commitment to fulfill the promises
That world may remain always grateful to her surrender
Even though her counterpart man has proved as offender
God had power and prerogative to give new lease of life
But woman has super power to provide space as wife
Whole world is really indebted to her for special position
At every stage she is dominant with no mark of any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Almighty’s Face
When Death has come upon my body, then
My soul has been released to Heaven’s gate,
To the Almighty, to decide my fate-
My soul to be turned to Hell or to Heaven.
O, how could I face the Almighty’s Face?
Would it be of kindness or full of wrath?
No doubt, I did keep to my righteous path;
Would I be denied of God’s mercy, in case?
God, the Almighty is our kind Father;
My sinful habits, I’d better give up;
My life/ limb, not soul, I would lose rather;
In sufferings live and quaff up Life’s gall-cup!
Could I dare see the Omnipotent Face?
Could I wisely ensure with Him my place?
poem by John Celes
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I Want To Die A Beautiful Death
Everybody here in the small town
Looks used and abused today
Everybody here is looking outside
Man, seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to have a good time
Everybody they just want to forget
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked good
And the world was perfect
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
Yeah, I got to get the hell out of this town
Everybodys looking upside down
Everybody is looking for the same thing
Really seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to buy a slow ride
Everybody they just want to get buy
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked high
And the world was simple
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty
(oh, oh)
I just want to die pretty
Just want to die pretty
Sometimes I just want to die
I just want to get lost in the moment
I just want to get lost in the city tonight
I just want to get lost inside myself
I dont care about nothing
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
Yes, I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty
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Wishing Death
u've left me w nothing more
wishing death
i feel these hurts
they are my own
wishing death
i cry silent tears
they dnt come out down my face
they come out in anger
fear
silence
this desolate place i call my own.
i'm wishing death
it's calling my name
i shall never forget its lasting voice
the tears are finally coming
i've decided
wishing death
tht u will remember my face
red and angry
with silence all around
my eyes a glassy stare tht penetrates ur mind
makes u think
wishing death..
poem by Musicland Suicide
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
poem by Janice Karp
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The Eyes Of Death
I have stared into the eyes of death with my own
It is hard to see death eye to eye, face to face
Many times death leaves a cold darkness
Other times death leaves a bright light
There are many who may welcome death
They are ready to meet their maker face to face
Others attempt death by their own hand
For whatever reason I can see the torment in their eyes
I have stared into the eyes od death only to see darkness
It has been my own death that I have seen
Many times by my own hand
Others by the hand of others I have seen my death in their eyes
Whatever death is my fate let me face it
Eye to eye as I have seen others no regrets
Even though I would be dead
Let others see that I have made peace with my maker and others
poem by Robin Conley
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