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In an attempt to gain
Advantage by high-jacking grief *
A glaring betrayal of compassion
Cheap predation on emotions
Let justice take its course
And rest in peace
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[* a quote from Chris Cuomo]
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© 26th August 2018
Look up I see
Their souls flittering past
Down here smell carnage, hear clink, slash
neighing a warning, another one falls
Crunch of bone- stampeding to death
Screams of dying horses
Take me from here
For the "SOUND OF EMOTION "
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Written poem date 6/1/201
by A. Green
Constance La France
The dead, depart
They heard the trumpet blow
The clocks in this life are now still
Each must cross to the other side in time
Into another realm, unknown
Each will hear the trumpet
And their own sad
September 1, 2013
Copyright Protected, ID 13-502-870-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
death, fantasy, imagination
Just below the surface...and waits
Ready to strike and inflict...suffering
Then slink back into the...shadows
© 2011 Kevin Stock
Kim van Breda
death of a friend, devotion, feelings, love, muse, soulmate,
My heart will yearn
Forever to have known
The soulful gaze and poetic
Disposition of a man so unique
Exceptional in every way
To lie with you just once
Perfect soul mate
(Written in honor of Kurt Cobain)
© Kim van Breda—21 October 2014
death, history, loss, people
by cruel terrorists
dove-crash'd into the twin towers,
and made them crumble with people inside--
thus thousands of gallons of blood
was pour'd upon all those
confusion, death, food, life, lost love, passion, sad, satire, love, trust,
A thorn of a rose.
Its a soul that's truly lost.
A person long forgotten.
A place of love & loss.
Something that can't be seen.
Something that can't be solved.
The most painful of all loves.
A thing that is soon lost.
Once you enter into it.
You are soon consumed.
A prisoner to the pain,
And the love that you consume.
The thorns rip and tear you.
Your heart becomes in shreds.
Love is soon the enemy,
And loss is soon the friend.
The rose is soon the symbol,
Of your dying love.
And all the thorns represent,
The pain that you succumb.
You wont seem to trust people.
You won't seem to have friends.
People will be enemies.
You wont trust your best friend.
death, dedication, world, lost, lost,
(Dedicated to Harvey Korman who died May 29, 2008.)
I watched Harvey Korman on the Carol Burnett show.;
That fantastic program was made many years ago.
People all over the world loved to see him act.
He's gone now and nothing can bring him back.
He guest starred on the Munsters once or twice.
We are saying goodbye to this man who was nice.
We've lost this man who was very funny.
Without Korman, the world is less sunny.
He died at the age of eighty-one.
I'm sorry that we lost MR. Korman.
death, lost love, sad,
Breath deep, the fog lingers
Cutting the lungs, the blood runs cold
Obscured emotions, wretched and vile flesh
Perverted and indifferent
Unfiltered, feeble man
Can’t take anymore
dark, grief, light, smile, sorrow, sun, weather,
light becomes dark
saddened sun hides early
grieving grays grace blankets of rain
body glove of muscle aches, sorrow scarf
comfort in numbness, in stillness
sun smiles, warmth startles
dark becomes light
M. L. Kiser
appreciation, beauty, environment, nature, poems, poetry, tree,
comes to rest upon grass.
Escapee cutting off the bonds,
unaware of its impending demise;
the umbilical cord severed,
now page-pressed memory;
dried skin cracking,