Burial Day
Bright chill
coiling clouds
roiling coarse space
welling
heaving seas,
while naked
free
from death’s
empty pledge,
at last
I leap
into the lucid
air
poem by Steven Federle
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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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I'm Free
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free...
I'm free!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Deep Clay (Stream V)
In mourning,
Your last morning
Bright and clear.
Clearly you wouldn't see it
For you were now blind.
I blinded by tears,
Me on this earth
You laid in earth.
Deep in your wooden home
Far from home,
In clay deep and cold.
I now lie cold
Alone on my side
Your side empty
I avoid the void
Avoid your space.
My space,
An empty space.
Empty heart
Broken heart,
No glue can mend.
poem by Paul Brookes
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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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Just Breathe
I prayed for something I could never understand
The sword of shiva to deliver me to unimagined lands.
And there you were
I asked for something that could catch me by surprise
To leap into the belly of the beast to rip me up and bring me out alive
And there you were
Into your eyes
Im falling rain
Into your eyes
A hurricane
Into your eyes
Im coming home
Im holding on
Im letting go
Oh, Im flying free
Oer the land of the prophecy
All my future below
Oh, I pledge my life
All I am to be by your side
Then you whisper that all you need of me
Is just to breathe
Initiation to the wisdom of the heart
An invocation know to humble men
And tear their worlds apart
And there you were
I prayed every night nday for something to believe
Some brand of magic that could lift me up and bring me to my knees
And there you were
Into your eyes
Im falling rain
Into your eyes
A hurricane
Into your eyes
Im coming home
Im holding on
Im letting go
Oh, Im flying free
Oer the land of the prophecy
All my future below
Oh, I pledge my life
All I am to be by your side
Sworn to love you as long as I shall breathe
In every other lovers eyes
Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up, all your life
In the line of duty we can never do enough
I am surrendered
I am ascended on love
Im flying free
Oer the land of the prophecy
All of my future before my eyes and
Oh, I pledge my life
All I am to be by your side
Come and take me home
Oh my fathers son
New reborn as the chosen one
Now he kneels at your feet
Oh, I pledge my life
All I am to be by your side
Come and take me home.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Taste Wormwood Ending Ocean Impact
dark lady our deep space comet
hurling love light doom
passage love through vast
empty solitaire chill space is over
dark lady our moments
together possibilities passage together
burning our way through times
distant lost emptiness is over
dark lady our memories
through magnetic possibilities
heavens in passage bright ionized particles
tail admired aware is over
dark lady deep impact
journey ending distant
collision burns bright
across night sky sight
to destruction impact
our captured course fate
parting flight
shock wave devastate
terminal is over airtight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Reasons
sometimes
tired of the buzzing of the word
he gives flesh to it
even wings
and so the bees
come
often
the words are empty like
a vacant room
or an abandoned
cottage in one of those
untamed forest
one can do
something as he does
after so many
experimentation
when words are just
wind or air or static space
he plants a tree
and leaves become
inhabitants
flowers arrive as buds
and butterflies
of variant colors
arrive as
colonies
must you remember
how the void is filled
with light and there was light
how the islands come
dotting the seas?
who likes a void, an empty space?
even God
dislikes it
we are here
because of that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Dance My Love
you are so beautiful when you start to dance
when all the leaves fall off from your arms
naked, i have seen everything that your earth has to offer:
your hills and trees and forest, your creeks and rivers,
your clouds and seas, your grass and flowers
i have seen them all and touched them
your hills i have climbed
your trees with sweet fruits
i have gathered them all
and bit and sucked and savored each sap and juice
its flesh and fiber
i have slept on your grass
i have smelled your flowers
i have gazed on your clouds and have taken the dive
on your seas
i have sailed on your rivers
i have bathed on your creeks
i have done everything for you to please you my love
yet why are your eyes so sad tonight?
you are like a moon fading in the dark
you are like the song of a bird dissolving in distance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sailing On The Seven Seas
You say that love will capture me
But not unless you give it free
Were sailing on the seven seas
Sister ray is on tv
The light of love that shines so bright
That the f.b.i wont sleep tonight
Because Im so in awe of you
That I dont know what to do
And Im sailing on the seven seas so blue
Sick and tired and I dont know why
Skin and bone wont touch the sky
Sex and lies cant bring me down
Because Ive sold my soul all over town
Because Im so in awe of you
That I dont know what to do
And Im sailing on the seven seas so blue
People try and drag us down
So we learn to swim before we drown
Because Im so in awe of you
That I dont know what to do
And Im sailing on the seven seas so blue
And Im so in awe of you
That I dont know what to do
And Im sailing on
The seven seas so blue
song performed by by Omd
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXVI)
Job Spoke Again And Said:
How do you help the weak from harm?
How do you strengthen weak an arm?
How counsel you as if unwise?
How profusely do you advice?
In terror writhe the shades beneath,
And so do people and waters;
His thunder-like rebuke stuns them;
In ways untold, all He batters.
Stark-naked lies the nether world;
Uncovered stays Abaddon old;
The north is stretched in empty space;
The earth hangs without any base!
He binds the waters within clouds,
And yet, their weight can’t rent their shrouds;
He spreads the clouds to veil the moon
That’s full and bright, yet, covered soon;
Darkness and light can’t mix in deep;
His voice quakes Heaven’s pillars steep;
He stirs the sea by His power,
And crushes Rahab like flower.
Scatters waters, His angry breath
Hurls lightning on them ’neath!
His anger is so relentless;
He holds the dragon in harness.
These are but samples of His ways;
How faintly man hears what He says!
With whose help utter you such word?
Does not your breath come from the Lord?
(5-7-2007)
poem by John Celes
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The air was full of fire and sand
The night that I wished to be home
as the path we were on
lead to death
and not like the axiom to Rome
behind enemy lines
we called in the vultures of death
and the chill froze my breath
in clouds in the bright moonlight,
followed the mist from the river
penetrating ever deeper
into the enemy positions
we hid almost in their midst
and with the rising sun
eerie birds came screeching down
with flaming afterburners
dropping rockets and bombs
on enemy tanks,
shelling armoured cars
with raging canon
and the air was full
of fire and sand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Old Army Blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
The soldier did not seem to care
Let the enemy try to take if he dare;
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
Driving rain or snow wearing his blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
Being a soldier he could expect no better fare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
His fight done, read over with a prayer
Wrapped in the old grey Army blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
He did his duty few could compare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
poem by Derrick Fernie
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Fill A Bumper of Water
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,
Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,
And with rapture the joyous emotions we'll sing,
Which enliven our hours as they pass
We'll spurn the rude mirth of the wine-bibber's bowl,
While our Abstinence pleasures exceed it,
And we give you the Pledge with our heart and our soul,
Here's success to the cause and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Here's success to the Pledge, and God speed it.
Surrounded by virtue, by beauty, and youth,
Dear woman we drink to thy charms;
If we pledge thee in water, we pledge thee in truth
And we take thee with joy to our arms.
Go look at our homes and observe the glad smile,
What welcome on earth can exceed it,
Where affection thus greets us our cares to beguile,
Then success to the Pledge, and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
Tho' we boast not of wealth yet we gladly impart
To a brother a share of our store,
And we hail him with feelings of joy from the heart,
When the slave of Intemperance no more;
Our motto is sympathy, friendship and love,
And aid to a friend should he need it,
Our Charter's recorded by Angels above,
Then success to the Pledge and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
poem by John Pierpont
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Butterfly in a jar
How far can a butterfly
fly when a jar surrounds it
and see-through windows
cases it in to a place
that is just an empty space.
Crimson, blue, yellow
and green speckled unfolding wings
have no wind or breeze
to drift on
and no space
to move in.
You look like a butterfly to me
and the green and gold
of your lovely eyes
shines bright at times
and the grace
of every movement
brings dignity where ever
you are.
Still life encases you
in body soul and time
and at times I want
to set you free
and help you make
the whole world your place
to make your own destiny in.
When I see tears
in your eyes
that grows dull at times,
I want to take it all away
and give you the ability
to be really free
from the things that hurt
and help you heal
little by little
and be the person
that you are meant to be
and I truly want to love you
since you are really precious to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Someone’s Daughter
Her mouth is coarse, her lipstick vulgar,
pearl glasses wide as any saucer,
her dress is dark as nakèd night,
her hair is in a sorry plight! -
Enough! - she too’s life’s brick and mortar,
and, flesh for flesh, is someone’s daughter.
© Jonathan Robin 15 January 1969
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Empty Spaces
Once there were times love
When we could touch the air between
And out acroos this room
Wed just touch hands life would shine
With electric dreams.
No matter how many miles
Nothing hurt long-distance-hearts
And there was always something there
That space could never keep apart
But now I know inside that something is died
When were apart
All we have are
Empty spaces.
Its not like were building walls
Too hard to climb to make us blind
Its just so much numbing space
To hollow out the heart and mind
And I can hear echoes of ghosts of love
We left behind.
Ill always love april
We fell in love and we planted seeds
But now we walk through fallen trees
And leaves are crushed beneath
And I will always live in autumn
Now were agreed
All we have are
Empty spaces.
Ithought this was meant to be
Our love had an energy
But only as time evolved
And all of our strength dissolved
And well never feel the flame that burned so naked
Again.
I walk through kentish town
And all the rain rain pouring down
So many people here
But space like this Ive never found
And as I get back home and step inside
I realise all I have
All I have are
Empty spaces.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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La Mer
A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.
The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom; -
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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On the state of things
My once rich topsoil clouds the seas
Man’s pesticides are poisoning me
This creature talks about his “right”
as he ushers in forever night.
What about the rights of those
Who did not wear designer clothes?
Those who fur or feathers wore
and eked out life by tooth and claw.
My ocean’s are awash with trash,
Over fished and fading fast.
Ever larger swaths of sea
Hypoxic, anaerobic be.
On land, my tale is much the same
From space, behold my forests burn
The little parasites descend
And rip my treasures from within.
Where once my oceans teemed with life
They’re silent, nearly empty now
And fields that once would gleam with grain
Befoul my air with flatulent cows.
Even my humble worker bees
Are dying off because of man
Are you prepared for silent springs?
Will death from hunger stalk the land?
Have you no awe, have you no fear?
Have you no thought of what’s to come?
Where once there was a paradise-
a dying sphere, a heartless sun.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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