Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd November 2012 3:34am
WINNER
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Death
Anonymous
Mortality
Death, as it's so often called
Renders some catatonic with fear
Others brush it off
As cowardice they choose not to endear
Have you not heard of this world?
And all of it's delights..
Why must you linger in doubt
On what's through the other side?
Have no fear for what is inevitable
There is no escape from your mortality
Death has it's plans and you're not yet in line
So glady step aside
Or do you wish to die?
Human, do you know what is suffering?
Have you experienced agony?
What of a withering cancer paitent?
Or enter the darkest regions of Hell
And meet the feeble Jews of Chelmno
Your heart has been broken?
Theirs' has literally been torn out
Yes, this world has it's horrors
Why must we linger in guilt?
Embrace what is good, what pleases you
And let death reside in haste
As it is not yet your turn, or your fate
To pass through Hell's gates
Turn now, and sprint with all your might
Live and outlast, the inevitable plight of Death.
Death will raise it's ugly face at you, in due time.
Death, as it's so often called
Renders some catatonic with fear
Others brush it off
As cowardice they choose not to endear
Have you not heard of this world?
And all of it's delights..
Why must you linger in doubt
On what's through the other side?
Have no fear for what is inevitable
There is no escape from your mortality
Death has it's plans and you're not yet in line
So glady step aside
Or do you wish to die?
Human, do you know what is suffering?
Have you experienced agony?
What of a withering cancer paitent?
Or enter the darkest regions of Hell
And meet the feeble Jews of Chelmno
Your heart has been broken?
Theirs' has literally been torn out
Yes, this world has it's horrors
Why must we linger in guilt?
Embrace what is good, what pleases you
And let death reside in haste
As it is not yet your turn, or your fate
To pass through Hell's gates
Turn now, and sprint with all your might
Live and outlast, the inevitable plight of Death.
Death will raise it's ugly face at you, in due time.
Thank you for teachin me chess at 3 sports at 4,
Fightin at 5 so I could know the score,
Thank you for the wonderful memories,
Thank you for the person you made me be,
I still pick up the phone to call you, tell you everything,
Hopin I wake up and this is all just a bad dream,
Cuz it hurts so much now that your gone,
and Im cursin the heavens WTF went wrong,
The hardest thing I ever had to do,
Was stand w/ the family while we burried you,
You were both always there for me,
Every birthday every scraped knee,
And I know I may have lost 2 people in my corner,
But I know I got 2 guardian angels on my shoulders,
An Ima take all this knowledge you dropped on me,
An Ima make the world kiss the ring,
Liquid Gandhi- Wishin on a fallen star (2nd verse)
I wrote this about how it felt to loose my loved ones, R.I.P Robert and Bambi Kiesling
Fightin at 5 so I could know the score,
Thank you for the wonderful memories,
Thank you for the person you made me be,
I still pick up the phone to call you, tell you everything,
Hopin I wake up and this is all just a bad dream,
Cuz it hurts so much now that your gone,
and Im cursin the heavens WTF went wrong,
The hardest thing I ever had to do,
Was stand w/ the family while we burried you,
You were both always there for me,
Every birthday every scraped knee,
And I know I may have lost 2 people in my corner,
But I know I got 2 guardian angels on my shoulders,
An Ima take all this knowledge you dropped on me,
An Ima make the world kiss the ring,
Liquid Gandhi- Wishin on a fallen star (2nd verse)
I wrote this about how it felt to loose my loved ones, R.I.P Robert and Bambi Kiesling
Last Wish
I was baptized in bong water-
my last wish; grind my ashes with THC
inhale, what toxin is left of me
take a trip on my body dust
don't cry too much that steely heart will rust
I don't believe in pearly gates
just know; we'll always have cyberspace
I was baptized in bong water-
my last wish; grind my ashes with THC
inhale, what toxin is left of me
take a trip on my body dust
don't cry too much that steely heart will rust
I don't believe in pearly gates
just know; we'll always have cyberspace
Left You
You scream silently--
Wanting saviors that should of been.
Begging and then crying out.
For the final seconds,
one could only wonder,
Why!
God only knows how much pain,
your body could take.
He made us watch you helplessly.
There was nothing to help,
Failing in every way.
Now view through the terror inside your eyes!
I could only wonder.
I cried myself to sleep every night.
Thinking of the how and why.
Of what could have been done that night.
Nothing but panic to express me now.
The horrible pain that we left you to receive.
I'm so sorry . . .
You scream silently--
Wanting saviors that should of been.
Begging and then crying out.
For the final seconds,
one could only wonder,
Why!
God only knows how much pain,
your body could take.
He made us watch you helplessly.
There was nothing to help,
Failing in every way.
Now view through the terror inside your eyes!
I could only wonder.
I cried myself to sleep every night.
Thinking of the how and why.
Of what could have been done that night.
Nothing but panic to express me now.
The horrible pain that we left you to receive.
I'm so sorry . . .
"sometimes the dead"
sometimes the dead whisper to us in deliberate drones
through dull memories, some dense and disturbed
others disjointed with dreary truths.
sometimes the dead gaze at us with impossible eyes
of gray dust as if washed away or forgotten
as if bleached with grief.
sometimes the dead breathe near us with unbearable silence
snagging each breath on closed throats, without air,
only for uncertainty to startle itself.
sometimes the dead lie naked with us, shivering
in their disbelief, forever nowhere in bits of
cold doom and un-achieved dreams.
sometimes the dead are persistently impatient
watching us, anxious for us to detach from our flesh
anxious to delight in our deaths.
sometimes the dead do nothing at all, sometimes they only stand
behind the dark with their memories like remnants, unfinished
anticipating the moment that our fear will shriek to a dead silence.
From my second book: 'The Second Coming' ©2012 Stillpoint Books
On amazon, search: "The Second Coming/dah"
sometimes the dead whisper to us in deliberate drones
through dull memories, some dense and disturbed
others disjointed with dreary truths.
sometimes the dead gaze at us with impossible eyes
of gray dust as if washed away or forgotten
as if bleached with grief.
sometimes the dead breathe near us with unbearable silence
snagging each breath on closed throats, without air,
only for uncertainty to startle itself.
sometimes the dead lie naked with us, shivering
in their disbelief, forever nowhere in bits of
cold doom and un-achieved dreams.
sometimes the dead are persistently impatient
watching us, anxious for us to detach from our flesh
anxious to delight in our deaths.
sometimes the dead do nothing at all, sometimes they only stand
behind the dark with their memories like remnants, unfinished
anticipating the moment that our fear will shriek to a dead silence.
From my second book: 'The Second Coming' ©2012 Stillpoint Books
On amazon, search: "The Second Coming/dah"
Anonymous
i withdraw my entry
Pale Rider
Ride forth with your burden of gilt,
in a fit of rage and redemption.
You are death; none can excel.
Your fealty eludes compassion.
That fateful scythe possessed with power.
The souls of your brethren sealed in your chest.
Eternal cries of the ones you damned,
forever wailing on the razor's edge.
The one you called brother,
slain by your hand,
sold himself to power,
and corruption was born anew.
Unfolding, vitiating
more worlds than one.
The tree of life has fallen,
to this wretched blight.
The Shadow realms succumb.
In waters black they are swallowed.
And the demons fall to its lure,
now slaves to one will.
In the farthest corners of existence,
deep in the heart of the dead-lands,
riding despair, guided by dust,
what terrors await the wicked!
An audience demanded;
The King of the Dead.
A favor paid.
No answers given.
Restitution drives you now.
Concern for justice matters not,
as long as your duty remains unchanged
Salvation is but a weapon in the wrong hands.
Come to lost-light, to Angels.
A journey most twisted and perilous.
From the soaring peaks of the White City,
wait for the light to purge the shadow.
"The scribe is waiting"
words of a traitor.
An angel corrupted.
The light dimmed.
In the guise of honor,
virtue and God,
Suffer the world
the sky is now wrought.
Fire and ash welcomes your arrival,
heavens burn at the sight of you.
Kin-slayer, Executioner, Reaper,
Who is above you?
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Ride forth with your burden of gilt,
in a fit of rage and redemption.
You are death; none can excel.
Your fealty eludes compassion.
That fateful scythe possessed with power.
The souls of your brethren sealed in your chest.
Eternal cries of the ones you damned,
forever wailing on the razor's edge.
The one you called brother,
slain by your hand,
sold himself to power,
and corruption was born anew.
Unfolding, vitiating
more worlds than one.
The tree of life has fallen,
to this wretched blight.
The Shadow realms succumb.
In waters black they are swallowed.
And the demons fall to its lure,
now slaves to one will.
In the farthest corners of existence,
deep in the heart of the dead-lands,
riding despair, guided by dust,
what terrors await the wicked!
An audience demanded;
The King of the Dead.
A favor paid.
No answers given.
Restitution drives you now.
Concern for justice matters not,
as long as your duty remains unchanged
Salvation is but a weapon in the wrong hands.
Come to lost-light, to Angels.
A journey most twisted and perilous.
From the soaring peaks of the White City,
wait for the light to purge the shadow.
"The scribe is waiting"
words of a traitor.
An angel corrupted.
The light dimmed.
In the guise of honor,
virtue and God,
Suffer the world
the sky is now wrought.
Fire and ash welcomes your arrival,
heavens burn at the sight of you.
Kin-slayer, Executioner, Reaper,
Who is above you?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/65808.jpg
Sweet Death
Oh, Sweet Death!
Take me in thy cold
embrace. Enfold me
with the eternal gloom
of thy darkness!
Sweet lover! End this
pitiful charade called
life. End the torment
of unfullfilled dreams.
The lust and pains of
the flesh.
Make me light as dust,
as smoke blowing in the
wind. Light, untethered
and free. Forever released
from the chains of life.
Oh, Sweet Death!
Take me in thy cold
embrace. Enfold me
with the eternal gloom
of thy darkness!
Sweet lover! End this
pitiful charade called
life. End the torment
of unfullfilled dreams.
The lust and pains of
the flesh.
Make me light as dust,
as smoke blowing in the
wind. Light, untethered
and free. Forever released
from the chains of life.
Death Eternal
As life itself, with access through all gates,
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach wantonly.
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link to 'Death Eternal' in my poems:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/74383-death-eternal/
As life itself, with access through all gates,
so too, there is no rhyme for our dark friend.
Death rose as an equal, eternal;
foreboding belligerence to all.
On roads where feet are tread to bone,
(the mar of wastelands trudged alone)
we'd rather never have to meet,
death, that bastard, warring woe;
so callous in his ways,
that all find swift defeat.
The raven's claws, the hellhound’s bark
shall beg beneath e'er silently.
Though like a thief's ignited spark
such lightning arc's reach wantonly.
-------------
link to 'Death Eternal' in my poems:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/74383-death-eternal/
Let it be Done
I sit here
Among my stars
And wait.
I have done my last good deeds.
I have let go
To allow them all to move on.
I have kissed my love goodbye
The tears on his lips were so sweet.
I have doled out my possessions
Each memory cut into pieces,
So I may give you your piece.
Which of you
Truly knew me?
Truly knew all of me?
The cold night air caresses my bare flesh
And I cannot feel it.
Soon the end will come.
The nothingness will take over my body
And my soul will be free.
I wonder if I will see.
Will there be an afterlife?
Will Mother accept me?
Or is death
Really the end
Is there really nothing
Once my body is gone?
A vast unending
Unyielding
Nothing?
Not a word
Empty enough,
Not a thought
Blank enough
To describe the nothing
That may take me.
I will accept this
Just as I will accept an afterlife
Should there be such a thing.
I wonder
I wait.
Please, let it come soon.
And this time
Don’t let them find me
Before it is done.
I sit here
Among my stars
And wait.
I have done my last good deeds.
I have let go
To allow them all to move on.
I have kissed my love goodbye
The tears on his lips were so sweet.
I have doled out my possessions
Each memory cut into pieces,
So I may give you your piece.
Which of you
Truly knew me?
Truly knew all of me?
The cold night air caresses my bare flesh
And I cannot feel it.
Soon the end will come.
The nothingness will take over my body
And my soul will be free.
I wonder if I will see.
Will there be an afterlife?
Will Mother accept me?
Or is death
Really the end
Is there really nothing
Once my body is gone?
A vast unending
Unyielding
Nothing?
Not a word
Empty enough,
Not a thought
Blank enough
To describe the nothing
That may take me.
I will accept this
Just as I will accept an afterlife
Should there be such a thing.
I wonder
I wait.
Please, let it come soon.
And this time
Don’t let them find me
Before it is done.
Anonymous
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