Tag: death
group name: freeverselovers
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November 20, 2006 08:02 PM EST --
Waves crash over me
Salty blue water chokes
Arms and legs treading
Head back trying to stay afloat
Gulping for air
Ocean tosses this rag doll
Looking through water's window pane . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
Ah,
Auschwitz,
Said Josef,
Even today
After all these years,
I can still smell
And taste the
Falling
Ash.
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February 21, 2007 04:41 AM EST --
Tell me.
Tell me. I implore each of you.
Tell me, to whom do I appeal the verdict,
for this conviction that outlasts my memory?
My silent sentence confines me to isolation
in the . . .
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May 12, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
They had, one would guess, brought the helicopter
in on account of hope that all was not irrevocably
lost on the office kitchen floor, that resuscitation amid
coffee pot shards by strangers in paramedic . . .
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December 30, 2007 04:37 PM EST --
The Secret Life of Beetles
All winter they manifest at the corner
Of the eye, their spindles
Aquiver, a pinprick rhythm of
Footfalls like nothing human;
Nothing and then
Suddenly this dun beetle . . .
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May 06, 2008 11:36 AM EDT --
ledger lines are handholds cut
into thestoneabovethestaff-
hang there...
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October 20, 2006 01:48 PM EDT --
at her birth, smiles around
she was crying her heart out
smiling now, heavenward she is set
those around her have their eyes wet
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Oct 19, 2005
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October 01, 2006 10:37 PM EDT --
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Losing you doesn't
make me hate you any less.
My little girl heart has grown
into the heart of a woman
who still hopes her heart
will stop beating when
she hears heavy footsteps . . .
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August 19, 2006 06:03 PM EDT --
On a street corner in Bagdad
A little boy sits near a bombed out car.
Absently rubbing the fragment of a toy.
Is he hoping for a genie to appear
Or a magic carpet to carry him
Above . . .
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January 30, 2007 11:44 PM EST --
One brief moment caught in the balance,
lies the wind chime above the door,
harbinger of passage,
cacophony of inharmonic chords
that lie harmonic within us;
In the balance,
lies the pendulum,
its deafening . . .
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December 08, 2008 03:03 AM EST --
She opened the door
Of the nursery
And entered in.
All was quite now,
No sound,
Nothing except
The beating
Of her heart
Which beat faster
As she peered
In the baby's cot
Which was empty . . .
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September 22, 2006 12:51 AM EDT --
I
Now in the dark bed next to me
Your breathe does not console
Despite that first night in Piraeus
With that scarf in your dark hair
Promising everything suggesting all . . .
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September 14, 2006 02:53 PM EDT --
Sitting at the entrance to his cave
In the depths of the Wood
He was weary
In his form of the Merlin Falcon
He had flown over the world
To confirm what his vision had told him
. . .
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April 07, 2009 02:36 PM EDT --
You smile and look shyly
Camera ward, the dark
Shadows of Auschwitz had
Not yet touched your soft skin,
The cacophony of
Cries and screams had not yet
Invaded your ears or
Stunned . . .
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May 30, 2008 04:16 AM EDT --
And she crossed the room Hoping the baby Would be there, and that Maybe she got it
Wrong those months ago And that the cot would Be full again with Sound and movement and
That baby . . .
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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her Before her time, That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake In mind or soul, That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their . . .
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February 16, 2009 03:38 PM EST --
And she'd go there nights
Into her daughter's room
With the bright
Moonlight
Pointing out
The little bed
Where a few
Months before
Her small girl
Lay dead
And even now
. . .
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February 27, 2009 11:45 AM EST --
These hands are empty now,
But once they held
A baby dying.
The eyes are dry
And steady now,
But once they drowned
In a sea of grief.
These lips
Are silent now,
But once they screamed . . .
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April 29, 2009 01:42 PM EDT --
The children are silent now,
The time for play
Has passed them by.
Death came feigning sleep,
Stillness of form and flesh;
Eyes closed or open
In cold dead gaze;
They remember . . .
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November 02, 2009 01:50 PM EST --
Dormant as death Miss Pretty comes, Her eyes are olives set in stone, Hair waving and heart aflame,
Sits eastward to westward half in joy Semi fulfilled and such as not, Blowing kisses to an empty . . .
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