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Best Poems About / On DEATH
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Death in the Morning
The policemen let me in
I walked into the bedroom
(Did I want to do this?)
For one last look before the morgue
Would pick up the remain
And a quick prayer for the deceased
The bed was covered with the sheet
Stretched from its head to its feet
The form that lay under it
Inanimate, Motionless
Couldve been that a statue
Or a bunch of pillows
Topped with a mask - But I knew
I lifted the corner, a little uncertain,
Of the beige improvised shroud
And I looked at the face of a man
A man finally at rest
I once laughed with out loud
Bruises showed where his head
Had hit when he fell
One thought struck me
As an ice cube swallowed
that falls near the heart
And just lays there coldly burning
Into fear itself:
When you die
You're part of the furniture.
Then I whispered
Adieu
Covered his face
And left
R.I.P.
F.M.
1936-2008
Ronberge (anno tercio)
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Beldame of Death
A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!
I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime
Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, nor feel for time.
I shuddered in appreciation
The ambience would mortify
A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and typify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.
Compulsion saw me edging on
Toward a narrow door of oak.
Behind, I knew, a greater evil
Waiting in her fusty cloak.
A choice of nil upon the table;
Aught of leave, I had to face
Alone the shrew her flaming aura
Angling me; my deep disgrace
From ugly deeds I dealt in life,
A heinous world I honed in glee
'Now take a crooked path to death,
For I have come to torture thee! '
Out of eyes of orange flame,
A piercing glare, then here it came
The cackling cry of chanting song:
'You thought you'd die alone in pain
The once nay nay! you'll die with me,
And so a catch: you'll die again
Ad infinitum - ever be!
Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore,
Your liver to draw and quarter;
A sadomasochistic pair,
We'll slither together in slaughter! '
I answered only with a scream, from
Sensing near her craving lust.
My crimes to answer; wrongs annul;
Renounce my soul and turn to dust...
On an evening cool and quiet,
Stretch an ear to listen tight
Are you lucky of a moment ?
Hark! my clarion call of plight.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark R Slaughter
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Nyein Way
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