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Run To Death

Run to death, run to the place of nights,
With all its pleasures and scares;
Taste of it this death as it stalks the night,
Ready to weep into the cells of the floor.
Repair now the destruction wrought on the globe
Of a better world, the best world in the galaxy,
A space is called an universe too cold and hot.
Such terror in the skies is an abyss of telling
And secrets are conspicuous in the very hot and cold.

poem by Naveed Akram
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A Pallet of Thoughts

A Pallet of Thoughts
by
Barnali Saha

A pallet of thoughts
A garland of emotions
A thousand imagery of faded dreams
gloat like dried leaves of winter
I have a world to care about
Thousand feeling to heed to
But often in the middle of the tale
I forget about myself
My own identity, specter thin
sick and ill with ignorance
As I care about what is around I forget about myself
Soon I will breathe the last breath
Soon to rest I will go
Caring about the universe
While forgetting my own place.

People will come people will go
But the earth will never stop the eternal flow
My cells will turn to dust in time
My identity lost and gone
In the cold bed I will think of forgotten pleasures and my broken dreams
My xanthous features bedaubed with painful pleasure
I may repent, I may whine
While cold death run down my spine
About how I cared for the world while she thwarted me like that broken toy
A toy is what I have been, a playmate to this world
To its desire I gave in, to its pleasure I yielded
I thought about it day in and out
But in the end when my heart pound
The world will move on relentlessly
I am but a passing fancy.

poem by Barnali Saha
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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.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sinner's Visit from Death

Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?

And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.

‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'

‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well

The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '

But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death and Birth

Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.

The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.

The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.

The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.

The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.

Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.

When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.

Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Telomenes

Cells generate, repair and degenerate.
Cells divide and produce new cells and die.
Teomenes present in the chromosomes
Are spent at every new cell division
And when telomenes are totally spent,
The cells die. Thus comes aging and death.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Plynth

(hopkins, wood, stewart)
I've woken up on mornings such as this
And thought exactly the same as i'm thinking now
Every night for a year i've slept alone
My cold damp room looks worse than me.
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know i won't die soon but then again i might
Just like water down the drain i'm wasting away
And oh, doctors can't help. a ghost of a man, that's me.
I'm going far
Ah, ah, ah
And oh, water down the drain flows to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntin' me
Like moisture from the ocean fills the sky
Comes on down to the ground as time goes by.
Ah, ah, ah
Please don't weep for me when i'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know i won't die soon but then again i might
Please don't weep for me when i'm gone
Ah, ah, ah
A fear of death that creeps on every night

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Silent Death

Silent death holds my breath
Stalks me from above the trees
There is no breeze
When death walks in my shoes
Silent, cautious, confident
A brilliant business man
Silent death’s cold embrace
Makes me dizzy
He is always busy
But has time for me
Silent death drowns my body
He isn’t sorry
Silent death looks at me
Underneath the water
My eyes dilated
Catch a glimpse

poem by Double A P SS
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Oh mummy don't

At night my eyes cry
Oh mummy don't your making me die

At night my nose turns cold and red
Oh mummy don't hit me on the leg

At night my lips get chapped and cut
Oh mummy dont squeeze my gut

At night my head hurts
Oh mummy don't whip me with your leather skirt

At night my body shivers
Oh mummy don't you'll scare my teddy quivers

At night my heart stopped beating
Oh mummy please stop repeating

At night I pray I were dead
Oh mummy don't cant you see the tears I shed

At night I know my life is mean and dark
Oh mummy don't the scares turn into question marks

At night I weep to myself quietly
On mummy don't you're frightning me

At night I have learned dirty words
Oh mummy don't please say this in nice words

At night I pick up the knife
Oh mummy I am ready to take my life

This poem I have written is just to tell the world out there that kids DO NOT deserve
this kind of life, so if you ever do see something like this going on why don't you do something
about it. In this world 50% kids die because of child abuse, So don't leave it if you see it
do something about it and save a life.

poem by Sumiya Khan
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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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Dark Eyes

DARK EYES

I LOOK UPON THE DARKENED SKIES,
ALL I SEE IS HIS DARK EYES.
I KNOW HE WILL BE COMING SOON,
AS I SIT IN THIS COLD DARK ROOM.

EVERY NIGHT I WISH FOR LIGHT,
AS I LOOK FOR THE COURAGE TO FIGHT.
EVERY NIGHT I SEE THOSE EYES,
COMING FROM THE DARK DARK SKIES.

IT’S SO COLD HERE IN THE DARK,
FAR OFF A DOG DOES BARK.
A SHRIEK, A CRY, DEATH DOES COME,
ONLY I KNOW WHERE IT COMES FROM.

I LOOK OUT AND SEE THOSE EYES,
WAY UP IN THOSE DARKENED SKIES.
AS THEY LOOK UPON MY SOUL,
MY LIFE IS DRAINED INTO A BOWL.

DEATH RIDES WITH THOSE EVIL EYES,
AND ALL THAT SEE THEM, SURLY DIES.
YOU MUST FIGHT, AND YOU MUST NOW FAIL,
YOU MUST SEND THOSE EYES BACK TO HELL.

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poem by Rik Bertrand
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Chamber

I sit on the cold chamber floor and think, I think about how things should have been and how they turned out to be
I sit on the cold chamber floor and I remember when it was just you and me, I remember all the times we shared and how nothing could compare to the way you made me feel
I sit on the cold chamber floor and I try, I try to forget all the pain that I feel
I lay on the cold chamber floor and I wait, I wait for death to come and take me away

poem by Erin Tejeda
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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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Angel Of Death

Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 2nd fret key: e play: d
In the [d] great book of john - you're [g] warned of the [d] day
When you'll be laid - beneath the cold [a7] clay
The [g] angel of [d] death - will [g] come from the [d] sky
And claim your poor soul - when the [a7] time comes to [d] die.
Chorus
When the angel of death - comes [g] down after [d] you
Can you smile and say - that you have been [a7] true
Can you [g] truthfully [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That you're ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death.
When the [d] lights all grow dim - and the [g] dark shadows [d] creep
And then your loved ones - are gathered to [a7] weep
Can you [g] face them and [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That you're ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death.
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly

Why do you whisper so faintly in
my ears, O Death, my Death?
When the flowers droop in the
evening and cattle come back to their
stalls, you stealthily come to my side
and speak words that I do not
understand.
Is this how you must woo and win
me with the opiate of drowsy murmur
and cold kisses, O Death, my Death?
Will there be no proud ceremony
for our wedding?
Will you not tie up with a wreath
your tawny coiled locks?
Is there none to carry your banner
before you, and will not the night be
on fire with your red torch-lights,
O Death, my Death?
Come with your conch-shells sound-
ing, come in the sleepless night.
Dress me with a crimson mantle,
grasp my hand and take me.
Let your chariot be ready at my
door with your horses neighing impatiently.
Raise my veil and look at my face
proudly, O Death, my Death!

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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A Way On This Love

My love is cold as the ice but,
Your love is hot as the sun;
So, can we live together on this thing called love?
If it is yes, then tell me to find a way on this love.

Hot and cold,
Of the world of this muse that blends with nature;
Cold and hot,
Of the secrets of my love towards your care;
But let us find a way on this love.

Cold as the ice and hot as the sun,
But with understanding to built a home for this love;
So let us find a way on this love to in unity as one.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death
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Death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Angel Of Death

Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 2nd fret key: e play: d
In the [d] great book of john - youre [g] warned of the [d] day
When youll be laid - beneath the cold [a7] clay
The [g] angel of [d] death - will [g] come from the [d] sky
And claim your poor soul - when the [a7] time comes to [d] die.
Chorus
When the angel of death - comes [g] down after [d] you
Can you smile and say - that you have been [a7] true
Can you [g] truthfully [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That youre ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death.
When the [d] lights all grow dim - and the [g] dark shadows [d] creep
And then your loved ones - are gathered to [a7] weep
Can you [g] face them and [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That youre ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death.
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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The coldest of the cold?

A greedy person’s Cold ambition
Or could it be Cold windy nights
The pureness of Cold clear water
Or the alien aspect of Cold neon lights

The careless Cold shoulder
The unfeeling Cold heart
The curse of Cold nature
Cold hands held apart

Could it be Cold feet
Could it be cold fears
Could it be cold weather
Or icy cold ears

Even above cold blood…
Even above… being apart
My choice of all, above, Would be
the unfeeling…of a cold, cold heart

poem by David Whalen
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A Pallet of Thoughts

Disingenuousness

Death and I

Sinner's Visit from Death

Death and Birth

Telomenes

Death, Inevitable Death

Plynth

Silent Death

Oh mummy don't

Night Close

Dark Eyes

Chamber

It's Death Again

Angel Of Death

The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly

A Way On This Love

Death’s Too Near

The Angel Of Death

The coldest of the cold?

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