Plus Minus Of Death
PLUS MINUS OF DEATH
esspeecee …July,95
Am anxious
Will my final farewell
Be alike minus
Or plus?
If minus
I in my inner me
Will be
Obsessively oblivious.
If plus
I in my subtle I
Will enjoy
Being Conscious.
True taste pleasant
Of death
Come and pass
Not in rupturous haste.
O’ sweet death
You’re vivid
Like life’s faith.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Minus Is More Powerful
Minus one added with plus one
Cancel the plus one.
Minus one multiplied by plus one
Gives the minus one.
Bad words and deeds like minus
Kill good words and deeds.
(06.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Minus is more powerful.
Minus one added with plus one
Cancels the plus one.
Minus one multiplied by plus one
Gives the minus one.
Bad words and deeds like minus
Kill good words and deeds.
06.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Separate Ways
two cups
minus one
two toothbrushes
minus one
two pillows
minus one
you and me
now only me
we are
in separate ways.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Spectrum Of Death
SPECTRUM OF DEATH
esspeecee…14.09.95.
How death looks like?
As spectrum of
Cosmetic butterfly. [1]
How death smells like?
As drizzle sodden
Droughty clay. [2]
How death talks like?
As splashing of brooks
Over scattered stones. [3]
How death comes like?
As cat walks of hyena
For the prey. [4]
How death punishes like?
As rupture of
Life’s rapture. [5]
How death rewards like?
By keeping indelible footprints
Of my worthlessness. [6]
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Be anything since death,
Body minus soul has no pain.
Soul minus body has no pain,
Between death and birth, rests no pain
Hell or Heaven, what is the gain?
30.01.2001, Pakd
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.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The word but
Saying ‘I like you but…’
She means ‘I don’t like you.’
‘But’ is minus that multiplies
All the pluses into minus.
06.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Maths In The Park (For Marzena)
Park divided by ducks is standard
Dogs plus leads is dictatorship
Sun minus light is evening
Eyes multiplied by hair is laughter
Love minus pity is selfless
Affection multiplied by love is adoration
Hate minus passion is military
Devotion divided by sense is religion
The world divided by humanity is paradise.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Death Redefined
DEATH REDEFINED
esspeecee …02.10.04.
I love life
To adore death,
I buy life
To earn death.
I burn life
To illuminate death,
I spend life
To glut death.
I lend ‘life-warmth’
Thro’ cremation,
I enliven life
Thro’ termination.
Why?
Verily life is –
Nonexistent, accident,
Dream, nightmare,
Event: Crash landing.
Death is reality show
Phenomenon, wakefulnes,
Courageous, eventuality
Event: Safe landing.
Life is
A labyrinth: Like blind lane
Omnibus: One-Way-Trafficking.
Life: Unguided missile,
Death: Guided missile.
Death is:
Open avenue, esplanade
No traffic rule,
No ‘no-entry-board’
All are welcomed
No red eyed law of modernity.
Death: Kingdom of –
All fulfillments. Joys,
Frank optimisms,
Unalloyed grief,
Unblemished despair.
Ye, Death I embrace your
Magnanimous, majestic splendor.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Sailing With Poem
Sailing with poem is wiser
Hurt is no role to play.
Minus ambition
Minus destination
One can go and
Reach where he likes
And that is sole
The place right.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bonded Crisscross
A plus and a minus
In tangled alliance
A yes and a no
Tug of war in alliance
Nature if that be..
A woman, her man
A plus, a minus whoever be
Composure and discomposure
A bonded crisscross
Coired fibre, fabricated yarn
Braided plait interlaced all
Sun and shadow alike
Wedlock in joy and sorrow
A bonded crisscross
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I really don't know much about Maths
Dressed in even moving hours
In numbers odd numerous accounts
In an axis freezing minus cold
In an axis heating pluses hot
Hystrion minus pulsates a plus
Odds and ends of angles sharp
Centered around a single dot
The final punctuation mark of universe
I feel it is even though
I really don't know much about maths
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death in Reflection
Am I you
And are you me –
So each other we can see?
And do you think the way I do –
Feel the pain I’m going through?
Mull on thoughts the same as I –
Wonder why you always cry?
See me shriveled with disease –
Shrinking down on crumpled knees?
Look away from sight of age –
Reading now the final page?
Study you those darkened eyes –
Portentous now of close demise?
Smitten so to say farewell –
For us together in death excel?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Day He Outaged Joyce
(one three one one nine four one
minus
two two eight two)
equals
five eight and three four five
equals
(one six five two o two one
minus
five six five three)
Mathemusing so
Spent sage
The day he passed
James Joyce in age
Bambloomzling just for fun
(13 1 1941
-
2 2 82)
=
58+345
=
(16 5 2012
-
5 6 53)
He numerised verse one
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Numerology
If nine becomes six
And six becomes nine
Both will make a position
Great lovers call it sixty nine.
Eleven minus two makes nine
But nine plus two makes eleven
A great tragedy in the history of human.
Put eight on the back of one
Below this number you are teen
Minus two from it you are sweet sixteen.
Two after two is twenty two
This catch is very pathetic
You can not fight or retreat.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Chronicles of a Criss Crossed and Broken Heart part 2 Seven
Seven, may be more... eight minus one
this battle is far from one
got one goal and lost what matters
as my mind shatters and scatters and shatters
This way and that each piece this way and that
no i don't have time for causerie
no chat
don't talk to me...
I am sorry seven.... i never wanted this or that
and this is never what i thought it would be this is not the halcyon end
this time i can't mend
my heart this time/..... too far
this time no light of star
can a heart survive eight minus one
i don't think i can take a ton
so am i dead or numb
its my actions that led here
i am so dumb to call anyone my dear
criss crossed, broken
my heart feels opened and the important life blood feels taken
if you got hurt i never meant
to hurt anyone i accidentally sent
my heart... seven now i pay the price 8 tortures minus 1 means 7 is tortured
poem by David Knox
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