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Just That Archaic Poet
dance, death, drink, romance, sick,
Drink me ill this pleasure still,
And cure me with your poisoned pills-
Before I lose all my strength,
But, oh! I lost that long ago!
Dreamily dancing to and fro...
With legs of lead and no feet to stand,
And a phantom partner to hold my hand
A languid trance and lulled Romance
To seize me whole in its expanse
Never I yield, though quite out of breath-
Drunkenly dancing in the Depths Of Death
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A jump a skip and a jig perhaps
I shall steel myself and I will
Dance on her grave
Mystery no forgiveness as time has passed
But my promise made and I will
Dance on her grave
An oath made as a wilful young man
Older now yet still and I will
Dance on her grave
angel, death, death of a friend, feelings, loss, missing you, peace,
There is a path within the glow,
where loved ones will be waiting.
Walk forward on the winding road
that guides you to your eternal home.
The shadow of your existence
flickering in the light,
around every corner, there is a memory;
your spirit is everywhere.
Flourishing from your twinkling light
radiates an orange glow.
I will always think of you
when I look at the illuminating sky.
As you dance alongside the angels'
a sweet melody is flowing from your soul,
the choir gives voice to your song
and sings a heavenly chorus.
A small sigh escapes your lips
when you realize inner peace.
dedication, love, dance, dance,
I dance upon you
and your spirit I lift
in to my heart.
I dance upon you all
I dance where I can
in between the headstones
on grasses of divan,
where once you’re feet laid
where your love ones
shed their last evanescent tear.
I dance through
the small hours of night
and the longest time of day,
I dance, I dance, I dance
this my humble homage to you all
you whom served your era well,
you made the masters
with your skill your energy,
you fought their bloody wars
your enterprise kept them rich
but only of an earthly kind.
Oh yes when I dance
I dance and I remember you all,
so to you that spread your seed
ever so well
to give another generation life,
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Dance with me said death
Come dance in the dark
We are both all alone
And the darkness so stark
Embrace me said death
Wrap your warm arms around my bones
We are both without hope
Both of us so alone
Take my hand said death
Follow me down to the crypt
And Lay there beside me
Where both of us can rest
Stay with me said death
Here beyond the light of day
Let your bones join my own
In silence and decay
deathdeath, dance, dance, death, life, me,
I dance in death to overtures of Bach
In the background violins softly play,
Body and mind start slowly to decay
Hear the tick, tick, ticking of midnights clock.
In death, in death; 'tis such a sweet scene,
Bach fades into the midnight hour.
The ending of song in all its power,
The beauty of death; ‘tis but a dream.
How could I dream that death is so sweet,
Oh, life why don't I cry out for thee?
I never knew death had honor and pride
'Tis a new beginning for a life complete.
The closing of mine eyes has made me see
Play on dear Bach, let me dance by your side.
He dances on my grave
Jubilant that I am now his to take
He wishes to devour my soul
As my body disintegrates
He has come to take what he feels is his own
A promise fulfilled
A deal struck
A reward now due
celebration, dance, death, easter, jesus, joy, seasons,
It’s been a dancing week
It’s been my dancing streak
Tunes tumble out: death, cross, Resurrection
The Word confirms God planned Restoration
In the dynamic chamber we danced
It went and moved to the music
We spun around in circles
And held our dates real tight
We were having fun
Till the gas came
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adventure, allegory, art, childhood, death, education, faith, family, fantasy, children, friendship, life, love,
A barren land
Is transformed formed into
A winter paradise
A white blank of snow
Covers everything that the eyes can see
The tumbling cooling breeze of winter
Bring peace to this once barren land
The bears sleep for the winter
The flowers await the warmth of spring
The kids come out and play
All day as they may
Their imaginations running while
A snowball fight is the best war
A snow angel to decorate the landscape
A majestical snowman becomes the main attraction
A child’s laugh is the best medicine
For a cold and stern heart
Rejoice in this paradise
The dawn of a new beginning
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death, life, love, people, people,
I wear love like a birthmark,
With pride on my breast,
This dance until dawn,
Bids it sweat and salsa,
Then delirium scream.
Dancing till dawn with
All the people I love,
Avalanches my heart,
Carries me away
On wings of snow-blind doves
In perfectly framed abandon.
Dancing till dawn with
All the people I love;
I would tender my soul
For this timeless instant
To chain the end
Ernesto P. Santiago
death, family, health, hope, life, love,
And a cigarette
In your palm
With theatrical show
And we smiled
At those rims of desire
Billowing thru the noonday air
Though it was too thin to last
And the repairman
Falling behind schedule
Still, I will be dancing--
Your last dance.
death, loss, sad,
Death is a Dream, as Life a Burden,
Knife's sun gleam, veins start to harden.
Pulse goes up, inner child died,
waiting for old, follow with pride.
watching blood, drip by drip,
beautiful flood, from a serrated tip.
pint by pint, unconscious and leery,
heart slows down, perfect and weary.
time has come, cross the plain,
no more drip, no more pain.
heat in waves, oceans of fire,
lights go dismal, as I retire.
She kept the vile of cyanide hidden in a locket
Suspended between her enticing breasts
Seduction was her vanity and her alluring charm
Irresistible to men, vexing her calculating mind
Causing her to abhor them and invoke a deep hate
Triggering an incredulous cool sardonic smile
Gathering lovers into her captivating coil
To smite them blind with her deadly powder
While they are writhing in her wanton bed
With an obsidian dagger embedded in their chest
The harlot dances intoxicated and warped
Murder the aphrodisiac to her blasphemous soul
Is it a myth
The Death Dancing Butterfly
Large elaborate graceful
Scavenger deadly unusual
Rare mystical species
30 April 2020
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