Tag: death
group name: poetrypages
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . . more
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April 07, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Lanterne
Dedicated to my angel, Gail
written on the day she was
diagnosed with terminal cancer
and who passed away in January 2006
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June 12, 2008 12:01 AM EDT --
The heavens
let a rainfall conquer
fearful thoughts.
Misleading Encounters
punishable by
starvation of The mind
painful memories lay upon
whispers in . . . more
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April 07, 2008 05:50 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: French Sonnet
He sees her daily walk barefoot on the tepid sands,
Through deep dark forests shadowed by summer lit stars --
Reflecting thoughts to . . . more
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June 05, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered . . . more
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April 07, 2008 10:59 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Sonnet
The poet's question: What do I beleive?
Cosmic force -- mythology or Jesus?
Pray tell -- what's my spirituality --
I pen, I write . . . more
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July 27, 2007 04:33 AM EDT --
Alleluia is what we pray
For all our troops so far away
But they just continue to fall
Some of them who took that call
Why did we go over that wall
Many did not want us there at all
Rallying . . . more
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October 05, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes she sits and broods
And knows the darkly moods
Will pull her down
And let her drown
In memories unlocked
From dark rooms. Nothing blocked
From the sad days and hours.
All this . . . more
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January 31, 2008 07:16 PM EST --
Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen.
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April 16, 2008 02:25 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Italian Petrarchan Sonnet
My day will come when I write my last love song
Est-elle muette ? Dante' s life flows through my viens . . . more
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April 24, 2007 03:04 AM EDT --
Here is where she sat
And viewed the sea
Her eyes lost in the horizon’s hold
Like a child in a game’s grip.
Here is where our hands held
Side by side on the sandy beach
Each lost in ourselves . . . more
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July 08, 2008 03:38 AM EDT --
When Steffie died,
She lived on
as tears on Mama's cheeks.
The bright colored dresses
with delicate lace
and the dolls with button eyes
were put away
But, still Mama cried.
Why is death? . . . more
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July 31, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here . . . more
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June 12, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
On the day my best friend was diagnosed with a sickness
That almost surely guaranteed a life in the thick mists
Was when I was told that I had to leave it was after hours . . . more
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March 22, 2007 07:59 PM EDT --
the split belly
of a South Central Liner
spilling metallic intestines
over a rusty track
the picked remains
of a bum's last meal
a black speckled
bird's hymnal crowing
and the exposed
white . . . more
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June 14, 2007 07:09 AM EDT --
A Doctor's Conversation With A Patient
by
Pamela Tyree Griffin
It’s like erasing a picture of fruit on a table -
then trying to recreate it and being . . . more
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February 24, 2008 11:33 AM EST --
Strange and beautiful,
silent stalker filled with grace;
Death is a whisper;
Time, a dark shadow looming,
reflecting on mirrored glass.
more
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July 14, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The blue blinds are drawn
The telltale signs
Are here and there
About her room,
The unmade bed,
The cast off shoes,
The nightdress thrown aside
And the bloodstained sheets
That softly tells
Of the . . . more
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May 30, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
It all began with
Sinatra singing
From a radio
In the corner of
The room and Donna's
Fat husband, Joey
Singing along with
The voice, making an
Awful sound, like cats
In a sack . . . more
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