Veteran
They preferred death to honour
No to life for dishonour
To die for the cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will find hell is let loose and find exit
Country may not know it so soon
Bodies may be flown in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn and offer roses on death
You may be down in history as hero
Over night change of status from zero
You may be nobody but never forgotten
You may shine as lamp from small lantern
Veterans were not war mongers
They were true sons and messengers
They made smooth and easy passage
Countrymen can lead life with peaceful message
Why one may need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in entire span
He may not bother where does he belong or clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much with sole concern
How can we forget our comrade and veterans?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Martyrs
They preferred death to honor
Never said yes for life to dishonor
To die for the nation and holy cause
Constant move with no let or pause
It may be need of an hour
Better lay down life than to lie on floor
Death may not wait and come fast
You will not have time to breathe your last
Chances for bright life may be unlikely and recede
You may fight the war but not concede
Who knows when death may make fast visit?
You will only find the hell is let loose and find no exit
Country may not feel or know it so soon
Bodies may be flown from the border in bright noon
Countrymen may weep and lay a wreath
May mourn the departed and offer roses on death
You may be down literally but in history will be known as hero
Over night change of status from simple zero
You were nobody but now never be forgotten
You may shine on lamp post from small lantern
Veterans were never a war mongers
They were true sons of soil and peace messengers
They made life smooth and created an easy passage
So the Countrymen could lead life with peaceful message
Why one should need to risk the life?
When he has happy life and wife
Soldiers face this dilemma in their entire span
He may not bother where does he belong to or any clan
He doesn’t need any action plan
He may swim across the water as white swan
We may not remember his small contribution
Keep trophies ready for bravery and distribution
Remember he is true and brave son
We should portray him well with reason
Country may offer so much and express concern
How can we forget our comrades and veterans?
Whole nation may weep at your departure?
He did it for the country to finally secure
How come country may forget his sacrifice?
Will there be no tears on their demise?
We have to move on but with slow pace
Let it not turn ugly and push us to mad race?
It may defeat the purpose for which they laid their lives
How many may be shedding tears as their wives?
The may be remembered in history as brave sons
There are circumstances and very strong reasons
Who can deny their contribution for the nation?
There is complete loyalty and stands without any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life After Death
(ian hunter)
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Do you stop take another roller coaster ride
Do I beg, steal, cheat or lie? oh my is there life after death?
Oh I wish Id never smoked so much
I wish Id never felt the devils touch
All that passes through my eyes so fast. oh my.
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Its such a sad sad song
Mother nature aint never wrong
She always tells you when youre getting on
Oh my, is there life after death?
I can hardly wait to see my face
Will I still have one in a different place
Oh youll forgive me if I hesitate, but oh my
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is it any wonder, I feel just a little bit under
I hear choirs filled with fenders say return to sender
Jumping information, Ive got hyperventilation
Will it help me if I walk the streets
I gotta get down search around here dragged by my feet
Oh no I never knew those (? )
Im gonna shake it, shake it, shake it, is there life after death
I cant remember when I felt so sick and rough
And now theyre gonna legalise the stuff
It sure tells you when youve had enough, off the cuff
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe,
Ive run out of breath.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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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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Death Is Not The End
When youre sad and when youre lonely and you havent got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that youve held sacred, falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is no the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When youre standing at the crossroads that you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished and you dont know whats up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When the storm clouds gather round you, and heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And theres no one there to comfort you, with a helpin hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find just one law abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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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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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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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
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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Joy in life
There is no sensation or joy in life
You are not with me as mate or wife
In every object I see you or find
Nothing appeals me even air or wind
I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance
I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile
Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry
It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test
Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honourable way
Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and save
Move on with mission and sail on waves
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pora, Pora, Pora
Pora, Pora Pora is word used to say'Go off'
'Go off 'shouted a father of brave son,
'Here lay my son' I need no polson,
dare not to step in my courtyard?
Go, stay away and keep many yard,
Many brave officers laid their lives,
Just to defend and save husbands of wives,
jumped to death, cared not for life,
saved precious monument when situation not rife,
Whole country is mourning death,
Paying homage and offering wreath,
He may be buried in simple manner,
But not allow any who is more sinner
'TaJmahal' may loose status of heritage,
loose its pride because of sacrilege,
May not it stand in form of vintage,
lie in rubble, may remain only on page,
Politicians may come and also go
Country may burn but vote bank not forgo
old may go and replace by some one,
All may be different but stage only one,
Who will be axed and who will be taxed?
No change of scene, problem only waxed,
what a way of putting country to a shame,
Shame act not but whom do we blame,
Such was the outburst from a slain hero,
Top politicians tried to make him zero,
“I should have not visited” if he not soldier,
Let dog not visit home if not lost life on boarder,
Let country go to dogs and hell,
when others do fair and I share shell,
If no spoils or booty what do we share,
Then how do I feel? Not any better,
I should have my share and not care
Let that come from arms, ammunition or ware,
I care less and think no more,
I am politician and not simple whore,
People not remember and soon may forget,
We may talk more at the time of budget,
Inquiry may be held and publish in gazette
Guilty will be free and soon offered fete,
Ghosts may emerge from single window,
Buried will get up and not leave their shadow,
It will be very difficult to rebuild the country
But soon may be upheaval and also new entry.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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A no to death bell
No one wants to hear death bell
It doesn’t find favor or go well
Everyone has different stories to tell
No one can generate idea or easily sell
It creates fear in mind
All unnecessary thoughts get unwind
We are half dead before its arrival
There is anxiety and great upheaval
Well it has to come on appointed day
No is no escape route or way
No one has anything to offer or say
You need no worry or attention to pay
Your good work may come to rescue
It is fine with you and equally true
You are at relative comforts
It doesn’t bother you much or hurt
The end may be soon without any delay
The angels may be ready to take you away
There may be bright light in the sky
You will be heavenly abode without any shy
You have fulfilled your mission
There is nothing unusual things for admission
You have lived your life in elegant way
It was always nice to find very good day
You did whatever you could in your position
People try to project their work in exhibition
You stayed in humble way all along
No one could point out as wrong
It is expected from every person
You have to lead simple life without any reason
You change for good as per season
Words spoken need not bitter as poison
Lead the way in life as you like
Only good thought must strike
Try to be kind and generous
Spend the life like water in river and continuous
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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A joy or sensation
There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind
I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance
I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile
Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry
It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test
Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honorable way
Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and sure to save
Move on with mission and sail on waves
There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind
Life has proved to be an adventurous
It was never challenge and proved as mysterious
It has provided us challenge and remained continuous
Have we accepted the fact and tried to make it harmonious?
Life is to be lived to its full length
There lies complete joy and d strength
We may sometimes find it difficult
It certainly provides us success and result
Try to enjoy it will simple smile
Never look tiresome or wear it for a while
Enjoy the fruits of life and carry on
It is half way battle already won
We must think seriously and define
Life has to be though afresh and refined
It has to have close look and watch
It must be renewed with fine approach
You may like it with new vigor and energy
No joy can be brought with the help of money
Life is to be recreated in fine way
You will be able to make it bright with golden ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Phenomenon Of Life
Take me there
where life is free from all anxieties
where life springs with full blossom
where life is not hell
life manifests the obscure
for fugitive paramour
certain unveil reason may not lead the life
maladroit perception must not carve the life
life flows like the cascade
the breeze of florescent waves
never stop, never wipe up
it grows ever and ever
those who think to smash some one's life
can not be considered as a wise person
life of any creature is a special event
gifted by God for the cause of nature
Each and every life is as precious
as the life of a mankind
life after death never comes
but death after life always comes
the entire creature is as alive
as the nature is survived
so, life must not be an obstacle
for someone's life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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True Heroes
There at my feet my comrade lies
as though he were but fast asleep.
Death came and took him by surprise.
All soldiers know that life is cheap.
As does each politician.
Whose lies persuade young men to go
and sign on as a fighting man.
Because they are too young to know.
Their country’s leaders are not wise.
Although they all profess to be
They all refuse to recognise
in war there is no victory.
Except the claims which death will make.
That he has added to his score
the lives he’s taken and will take.
In this and any future war.
It has been so through history.
Old men send young men to die
and praise them for their bravery
Although they lie and know they lie.
Dead heroes are of little use.
Of course we praise their memory.
It takes a brave man to refuse
to go and face the enemy.
Though some accept they will not kill
but tend wounded where they can
They are prepared to use their skill
to help not harm their fellow man.
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His Argument
when life has nothing more to offer to myself
what do you think should i offer to you?
when i have nothing
what is it that i can give you?
when i have nothing to gain
or lose
what is it that i must fear about death
when life itself has become my own sentence
my own death
my own end
why should i love it? why should i live it with you?
when you have nothing too
when we both have nothing to give and nothing to offer
shall we ever forget and forgive?
that is perhaps the reason of the explosion
explosive answers to explosive questions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death is.....
Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY
poem by Angelique Paniagua
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I Do Not Belong
Slave to the mind
It’s hard to find
The place that I belong....
Slave to the soul
I have played my role
To find where I belong
I do not belong here
I have done payed my fare
Why can’t I leave death?
I try until my last breath
You hold me here, hoping I’ll break
The happiness I hold is oh, so fake
I’m lost truly forgotten
In this world so begotten
I think now...why Death? Why hold me here?
And he answers.....Because of your fear
(Death) If I let you out you’ll get scared
(Death) Down here you have done fared
(Death) Very well I think isn’t depression joy?
I think not for a 14 year old boy...
I will leave Death, just you wait
(Death) I had you born on that fatal date!
(Death) Friday the Thirteenth I had you born
(Death) To have you walk this land as scorned
(Death) This is why I had you made
(Death) Depression is just a black parade
You had me made to live life of hate?
With this I will retaliate
I will fight against you, Death with all my might
To get past my petty fright
I’m afraid of life you know this Death
So you dragged me here into this depth
For the better of me? To help me be safe?
Ha! Your lies are beginning to chafe
(Death) But it’s true young child I only wished to help
Silence Death! Your voice is that of a young whelp!
I shall listen no longer I’m making my escape!
And leave to to this horrible fate
(Death) You think you can leave? Just like that?
(Death) I honor your courage with a tip of my hate
(Death) But you cannot escape here....It’s in your mind
In my mind you say? So devine!
I am in control of my mind
(Death) No, your not your just a fool
A fool who is stronger than you!
(Death) Stronger than Death? I think not
(Death) And now I will leave you here to rot
I’m over my fear and I will leave here
I’m leaving now Good Bye my dear
(Death) what’s this? Your truly leaving? But depression is your life!
I shall leave this world with a thrust of my knife
(Death) The world you say? Would you really?
I would do so absent-mindedly...
(Death) But we are here in your own mind
(Death) Would you kill yourself? I can’t really find
(Death) any doubt in your words...so ill leave just fine......
I have conquered you Death you said you were stronger!
....The lesson learned is I couldn’t be wronger
Death was warning me of the hates of this world
Makes everyone I know need to hurl
A lost love, a lost hope, a lost dream
Life isn’t as easy as it once seemed
That wasn’t Death I know this now
It was my own depression and it took its bow
It did a number on me I won’t recover
Not until a find another
Person just like me so we can talk
Maybe just take a little walk
And speak of our problems so we may be
Happy just like the world may seem
I have not found where I belong
But I am content with my little song
Made me feel better knowing the truths
Knowing my mind is aged well over my youth
With this my farewell I leave you here
Hoping that you know I hold all my friends dear
Written by Lucas Howes AKA Iruuka Blackheart
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Life or Death
Death is a mystery,
and life is Suspense.
The journey to death,
is unknown yet,
and Life is a dream stage.
Nobody has come back
From their death,
And life seems to be,
Chasing an invisible end.
Escape from death,
is impossible,
and so from Life.
Death is most painful,
Life is even more.
Death is frightful,
And Life is a puzzle.
So is life,
or Death,
better for a human fate?
poem by Pratisha Karki
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