Life's last Hurrah
Flesh,
you had
your
chance
Death...
is
another
story
No second
chances
are required-
nor given
Blackbirds,
and the
Buzzards,
pick and
peck at
your useless
Guts
the Life
that lived
between
skin and
bone
…,
the soft
moist, warm
meaty
part
Now,
the
feast
of
vultures
and gossip
where YOU
happened
to life
by
Tim L'abbe`
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This Life
As my body begins to turn against me
And I face the inevitable fate
That I too am flesh and bone
Impending death...
My thoughts turn to my childhood
The green dappled hills
The snow covered peaks
The lush valleys
Of a childhood in a place so far away...
My playing near a crisp clear stream
As the sun danced on my skin
Tasting melting snow
Laying in soft grass in an apple orchard
Watching the birds fly overhead
Inhaling sweet perfumed air
Looking at a team of ants busy in their day's work
Spotting a squirrel or two at play
Daydreaming
Making up adventures in my head
This life
Is such a fleeting thing
Gone
In the blink of an eye
I think of all the things I've done
It moves so quickly
Life
With
It's beautiful, happy, sad, bittersweet, wonderful, horrible
Struggling to feel... something
Rejoicing in being alive
Then feeling trapped
Then feeling free
Then feeling....resigned
Then finding the courage to fight
Giving up
A pile of flesh on the floor
Wanting to...end
Then,
Finding the strength to pick yourself up, all over again
Constantly
Reinventing yourself
Making yourself better
Evolving
Always
Into a
Different you
All these memories
Come flooding at me
A dam bursts open
And
I feel
As if I've lived a thousand lives
Every second
Of
Every day
I find beauty
Even in my pain
My life was as perfect for me
As it could be
And, now,
As I look back
Knowing I have to leave
Knowing what I know
I wonder...
Would I have
Should I have
Lived it any differently
Did I take every chance
Afforded to me
Was I as happy
As I could be
Was I the truest version of my self for the sake of... me?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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The Bone Of The House
in the house
he is a bone,
not a flesh on
the side
dogs outside are
waiting
he is not the
kind of bone
that any dog
wants,
the useless bone
in the kitchen
mere shadow of
the soup-stock
left-over of the flesh
inside the garbage can.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Chance
The chances of summer are of chance,
When you take a chance,
Chances will bring,
The good,
The bad,
The indifference,
The outcome,
For taking a chance,
Is what is left,
Then is left to per chance,
Yet,
Summer time,
Brings all kinds of chances,
Summer romances,
Summer time ventures,
All in all it is a time,
For taking the time,
To just relax,
And simply just,
Let things happen,
Oh what it would be,
If, we all took a chance,
On love for love sake,
Leaving to per chance?
So summer songs,
Would ring with chimes,
When summer's love,
Would then last all year long,
What too could happen,
If,
We all took that chance,
Just to see,
What would happen,
To simply be,
A wild card,
Let loose,
To take a wild chance,
And let per chance,
Take its course,
In summer chances,
Of summer romances,
For to let a pattern to evolve,
That brings about that summer outcome,
Of a summer in per chance,
That has,
No arrangements,
Appointments set,
An agenda to be met,
Or,
A poise or position in life,
That one must be of,
Or,
Have to make that grade,
For summer chance,
And taking that chance,
Will bring you to a better place,
A fresh begining,
Or,
New places and people,
Or a summer's love,
To last all year long,
Is,
To believe in,
Per chance,
Of Summer's chance,
That then begins,
A short story of life,
That leads to the book,
Of two people in love,
From what took a chance,
With a summer romance,
That lead to their book,
A book of life,
From summer chance,
Of meeting per chance?
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Devils Radio
Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
song performed by by George Harrison
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Avoiding A Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Avoid Rejection
take a part of your
pelvic bone
close your eyes
let someone take
the flesh
and bone to bone
of your own bone
let it grow
smoothly
to get rid of the pain
and start anew
bone to bone
of my contention
following yours
nothing
opposing
blood following
the flow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Few Can Pick Them To Then Run
How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
Living life is taking risks.
And no one living can resist...
Those risks.
Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Piece By Piece
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath
Dismembered destiny
As soon as life has left your corpse
I'll make you part of me
No emotion
Death is all I see
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
Bones and blood lie on the ground
Rotten limbs lie dead
Decapitated bodies found
On my wall
song performed by by Slayer from Reign In Blood
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I choose death
Psycho, at times, and good
i loved it both,
But useless it seems now
when itz of no use,
Still facing life,
When it is showing hell
I wanna live
when it is showing death
i wanna reverse time
when death is so near to me,
Missing chances of life
i have chosen death,
Miss calculation leading to vagueness
Clarity gives way to the death Knell,
-always love you...vl always miss you...
poem by Villager Gulabo
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Poetry
These words are not porcelain
Nor are they sculpted from a certain glass
Nor do they shine even after the hour is passed
But they break like flesh and bone
They are a metaphor
For china
For fragile things
And underneath lies the poetry
Beneath the skin
It lives and breathes
Some senses burn hot
Some passion dry cold
But beneath the tempest
Lies the still hour glass
Of all thats told
And these words are the flesh and the bone
The lines in your head
The shadow in the photograph
The stories you have lived
For who can read you, after words?
Who can know the journey you have taken?
Or understand such imprints in the sand?
And yet they the live and leave their sign
In the body of one life
yvette smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Useless
A useless life
Useless excuse.
A waste of life
Waste of breath.
Useless useless
Useless bitch.
Useless in every way
Just so useless
My life is complicated
It is useless
Its a hopeless cause.
I may as well just end things
And go far away
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Haven't Given Up, Life
i haven't
given up,
life
even though u
made me,
my mother's
bastard,
your
bitch, life
i haven't
given up
you tore open
my skin,
exposing
moist meat,
raw nerves
and bare bones
i haven't
given up,
life
savoring the
dry milky-crust
of hunger
around
my mouth
i haven't
given up,
life
give it to me,
life.
Your obstacle's
have
shredded
weaker men
i haven't given up
I don't quit
maybe,
one day,
it will be you,
life,
that will
give up
realize
my resolve,
my stamina,
my struggle
and mostly…
my love of
the pain
Death
is the
only way
you will
defeat
me, life
But then again,
Death
is always
the
victor
by,
Tim Labbe`
Cowboy Joe
(instrumental)
Im not looking to change your mind,
Theres a place, call it home
Its no secret, the world unwinds
Maybe now youre not alone
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Straitlaced to the bone
(this story will not play? )
You take the wheel and play the chance
Suddenly the rooms divided
As in the way of true romance
Its always undecided
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Shipwrecked to the bay
(this story will not play? )
Every time he climbs back up
Smacked down with a dime
Its evens or odds now
Just ran out of time
(instrumental)
Loves a struggle, theres a fight
No bone of contention
So unhappy, well heres the bite
Thats the mother of invention
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Strange place to play
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
(fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Power of the King
Death be not proud
for you have no hold over my life,
Death be not proud
for I cannot die! !
Death be not proud
you instill no fear
Death be not proud
for my King lay down His life for me
Death be not proud
you have no power
you destroy just flesh and bone
you dont have the power to resurrect
Death be not proud
you own me not
for I have been bought
Death be not proud
for my soul shall live on,
In HIS Kingdom is where I belong! !
poem by Melissa Desiree Reddy
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Introspection
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find?
Grief, grief,
Grief for the life unlived,
For the loves unloved,
For the child never to be born,
Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon
Rises over still summer seas, and the pain
Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Death, death,
Death tht lets all go by,
Lets the blood flow from the wound,
Lets the night pass,
Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense
Endures no extremities,
Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest
Knowledge of all you will ever unfold
In this body of earth.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Ressurection
Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shall—though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,
And life by this death abled shall control
Death, whom Thy death slew ; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death bring misery,
If in thy life-book my name thou enroll.
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which it was ;
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then sin's sleep and death soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last and everlasting day.
poem by John Donne
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Peace
The angel of death
in shock and awe
stands, perplexed
While terrorized
hysterically, a dog
looks around,
limping
falling
and rising
again
Bodies burning
turning coal
thick,
blackened
ghostlike smoke
unceasingly fueled
on flesh and
bone...
A village
last night
in ashen-ed dust
Children,
in park?
No signs of life
Yet, no vultures in sight
but the smoke …
Mankind
Hail to you
Does peace prevail?
Yes, in carnage
the Eternal
Peace...
Fatal Charm
There may be trouble ahead, baby, yeah.
There may be teardrops to shed, ahuh.
Im comin in from the cold, baby.
Yes, Im in and Im warm. you dont
Forget that, baby.hey!
Well, Im comin in from the storm, uhhuh,
Believe me mama.
Yes, Im in from the storm, okay, forget it, mama.
And theres a skin and bone, teardrop too,
Down on maggies farm.
Yes, I lived that life, lived it through and it
Cut me a-with my fatal charm, with my fatal charm.
Wow! shake!
Yeah, Im gonna stay on the run,
Im gonna have all the very last fun.
You see, theyre all gettin ready,
Devil may care, and who cares? I care! waah!
Lady luck, let the dice stay hot.
Lady luck sure with evry shot.
Show him, show him, what I got, what they not,
Yeah, yeah.
I see skin and bone, teardrop too,
A-down on maggies farm.
Yeah, I lived that place, I lived it
Through and I cut! whoo!
Skin and bone and teardrop too,
Down on maggies farm.
Yeah, I lived that life, lived it through, I cut
A-with my fatal charm.
I cut them with my fatal charm.
They dont forget that, baby.
They dont forget that, ahuh.
They dont forget that, baby.
Heh! huh! ah ah ah ah!
Yeah! Im a-gonna stay on the run,
Yeah, Im gonna have all the very last fun.
Theyre all gettin ready for the devil may care,
But who cares? I dare.
Lady luck lettin the dice stay hot.
Lady luck sure with evry shot.
What we got, nuttin!
Thats what we got, nuttin! oh yeah!
Would you yeah, would you yeah, would you yeah?
Ooh well they cut me a-with their fatal charm.
song performed by by Billy Idol
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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