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Each within his cell,
contemplating Life and Death,
plumbs Solitude's well.

(10 January 1993)

haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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Burning branch hisses,
heaps sighs on its own ashes,
as candle kisses.

(10 January 1993)

haiku by Jonathan Robin (10 January 1993)
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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

poem by A.J Smith
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Small Poems # 20

STILLNESS

Gentle cushion blooming dawn.
Caress the solitude of life.
Bring to all the forgiven.
Splendid earth, molded of clay.

SOLITUDE

Gentle to the golden ear.
Raptured with natures nectar.
Blooming in the wilderness.
Dawns silence in quiet time.

MORE FLOWERS

Many colors fill the lawn.
Over by a gate forlorn.
Sidewalk wonder on display.
Look to the virgin sky.

JESUS SAVES

poem by Joe Poewhit
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Cell Phone Mania

Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.

Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.

Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.

There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.

Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.

Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.

People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might

as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.

Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,

Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.

wrote 1-19-07

poem by Jim Foulk
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Wandering Heart

I went around the universe,
To find my true love.
I look, see and seek everywhere
But no one did I find.

Then you came along,
And the stars lit up the night sky.
You stole my heart;
You stole my life.

So why am I here,
Sitting all alone,
Where did you go?
What went wrong?

Wondering why I live?
Looking for meaning
Of my heart wondering
Of my heart wandering.

Because of you,
You meant for me;
I meant for you.
Your Heart be with me.

I’m contemplating;
I’m pondering;
My heart wandering;
Can you be with me?

Wandering spirit,
Solitude soul,
Contemplating mind,
My Wandering heart

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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In The Solitude Of My Mind

As I sit and watch the fire’s glow
in the solitude of my mind,
I can see more than any person realises.
I sometimes wonder if it is the future
my mind allows me to see,
or am I daydreaming
hypnotised by the dancing flames.
I can sit for hours
enchanted under its spell
and visit many countries
in the solitude of my mind.
The world has no boundaries;
there is no place I cannot go,
no tongue that I cannot speak,
as I sit in silence
in the solitude of my mind.

3 January 2009

poem by David Harris
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A stem cell is essentially a blank cell capable of becoming another, more differentiated cell-type in the body, such as a skin cell, a muscle cell or a nerve cell.

quote by Virginia Foxx
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When a man does a household job, he goes through three periods: contemplating how it will be done; contemplating when it will be done; and contemplating.

quote by Marcelene Cox
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Sign Of Solitude

GN OF SOLITUDE

A lugubrious tree high above the lot,
Yearning for an embrace tight,
It is a sign of solitude.
From the leafy world of forest deep,
A fluttery leaf falls when ripe,
It is a sign of solitude.
A scarlet flower shakes its head
But the wind dooms a petal dead,
It `s a sign of solitude.
A flock of birds among the clouds,
Finding all a bliss to the eyes,
A hunter lurks below on earth,
Aims one down for a wholesome feast,
That is a sign of solitude.
Friendship, kinship and lover's bliss,
Frizzles to mud at death's one kiss.
Jocund jolly friendly men,
Shrinks to viscid pit alone.
So death is a sign of solitude.
Glorious sun who makes us gay,
Is a loner in the Milky Way?
So HE is a sign of solitude.

poem by Sheela Devi
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In Solitude

A glass of red wine spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude

Relishing a melody of lament
Drifting through my window
Gliding in uninvited
In solitude

Last night I cried out loud
For the sake of hearing a sound
Though I did not hear me
In solitude

Gawking at my naked fear
Of living a life unseen
Yearning to belong
In solitude

I woke up in the evening
Read a book out loud
My voice wavering
In Solitude

As the heroine yearned
In an isolated crowd
To be loved
In solitude

I walked around naked
In my new home
My skin in flames
In solitude

Every molecule of air
Brushing against me
Scorched in vain
In solitude

It was raining that morn
When I came to life
My throat stinging
In solitude

I see no soul
I hear no breathing
I smell no skin
In solitude

I mourn not waking up
Next to my beloved
To warm my frozen hind
In solitude

Yet, I feel no cold
And life goes on
As I bury myself
In solitude

poem by Deva De Silva
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Death Pains

Birth life death
Joy happiness mourning
Unity separation solitude
Ignorance knowledge understanding

Death life then birth
Mourning happiness then joy
Separation solitude then unity
Understanding yields knowledge
And extinguishes the flame of ignorance

Death pains sorrowful
The separation we hate
Understanding the sought out fate
Death pains a lingering task
burns inside like a hot water flask

poem by Mazwi Sedibe
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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

Death death death death death death death death death death death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death is....

Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away

Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell

Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt

Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf

Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew

Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed

poem by Rebekah Joh
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry

(10/05/2000)

Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away

Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell

Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf

Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew

Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed

Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?

Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?

Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?

Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?

Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,

Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.

Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try

Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it

Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that

poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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Marcman

My hommie
Please come back
My hommie
Please dont go
My hommie
I wanna see you one more time
My hommie
Why did you have to go that night
My hommie
I miss you
My hommie
I still think about you every day
My hommie
Im sorry i wasnt there to save you
My hommie Died on april 16
R.i.p Marcus'marcman'Hankins
January 26,1993 - April 16,2011

poem by Aynton Clemmons
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Contemplation Rose

Puerto rican nursery rhymes
Angels in the snow and thyme
And Im keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Got watchtowers and awakes for free
In the laundromat for you and me
But you cant take me down that way
As Im not sinking
And if we go down one time
Next times not gonna be the last time
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Didnt I bring you precious gifts
Came to kiss you on the lips
Didnt even appear
To beg your pardon
To lay out in the morning sun
Feel the cool breeze and the one
Right there in, in my garden
Puerto rican nursery rhymes
And angels, and angels, and the snow and thyme
But Im keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
Yeah, and if we go, if we go down one time
The next time will not be the last time, and im
Keeping my mind on that, contemplating that rose
Up in a church in spanish harlem
And if we go down one time, you know
The next time it wont be the last time
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating, and Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church in spanish harlem
And Im contemplating that rose
In a church, in a church in spanish harlem

song performed by by Van Morrison
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A rich interior life with style

I would live in that sort of space
if would were could.

Instead, I take off my shoes at the door,
feel my bare toes on the polished woodwork,

settle into the chair, take out
the big square book entitled ‘Japanese Style’,
and with the contented sigh of one
who knows that solitude is
a status symbol in Japan,

give the body a rest, while the mind,
with its clever skills, no sweat,
as into a loose cotton robe,
feeling the air against the skin,
slips easily into two dimensions
contemplating three-dimensional space;
lives in these mindful geometries,
and feels a million yen;

goes to bed refreshed,
wondering whether waking up
a Japanese would be acceptable.

Maybe I’ll write a poem,

‘This quiet Spring evening
I sit in solitude
and love the unseen passers-by’

and take it to the calligrapher’s shop,
hang it outside the front door
for no-one to read
but all to see -

for in solitude, all is possible.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Destiny cries for my soul.

Where is my life when it goes away?
Where is my knowledge when I die?
I have no hope in this world of solitude,
I have no regard to my surroundings,
When I pass.

Must my whole being pass without being noticed?
Must I stay here in this prison and watch my family
Die to no end?
I can not stay in this fortress known as life.
I can’t let my soul fade from the grasp of eternal death.

What makes us who we are?
What makes us choose the way we do?
I have no answer,
But to the end of my solitude far from you,
Will I understand my destiny.

poem by Breana DeHart
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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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For Janet

Death
Terrible wretched death
See how she suffered
Pain all over her body
Wretched wretched death
Pain
Unspeakable pain
Life sucked right out of her
She died unmercifully

Satan is a terrible deceiver
She doesn't hurt anymore
She doesn't ache all over
She is smiles
All full of smiles now

Can't you see her smiling

She finally defeated the enemy
She's so pretty
Long wavy brown hair
Pulled to the side
She's running with a smile on her face
Running to her Jesus
To our Jesus

Pretty pretty lady
We'll see you soon

Date of death August 22,1993

poem by TerriJo James
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