Tag: death
member name: Terry Collett
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March 13, 2007 08:44 AM EDT --
Undecided by time and hands,
The joke is on you, she said,
Making her last demands,
Leaving the dead
Tomorrows
For the dumb wits
And their sorrows,
In tragic bits
In photographs . . .
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . .
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June 05, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And . . .
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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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December 02, 2006 04:27 AM EST --
Crucified
Between two thieves
Beneath a hot sun
Upon wood
With nails
With thorns
With hate
With fears
With sweat
With blood
With torn tissue
With contradictions
With no mercy . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:00 AM EDT --
Would you rather I didn't see? Mae said, standing beside Brand who stood poised holding a gun at Claxton's head. Claxton was sitting in a chair bound by ropes around his arms. Brand‘s hand was . . .
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February 12, 2008 05:22 PM EST --
She wondered
If other mothers
Felt the same
When their baby died:
Dull, dark and empty,
As if part of them
Had been torn away,
Buried in another place,
Far off in some foreign ground; . . .
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February 17, 2008 02:58 PM EST --
Move her into the snow, Let her slow feet be dragged, Her reluctance to die Reflected on her face and eyes,
And the stoop of her tired frame. Watch how she stands, The hands prayer-like . . .
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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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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 11, 2009 04:06 AM EST --
Grandfather said The noise
Could get to you In the end:
The guns, The shells,
The cries Of men wounded
And dying, And could send
Men stark raving Over trenches
To a certain . . .
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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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June 28, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
She took the child wrapped in death,
And held her close in her mothering arms
And kissed the brow with her tired lips.
Still now; no movement or crease;
No release of smile or wind;
No uttered . . .
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August 13, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
She had choked her death. The breath of angels brought her joy. The boy who kissed her feet
And broke her heart, bled his tears In after years and wasted in a poky hole Where light was . . .
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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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April 24, 2007 03:04 AM EDT --
Here is where she sat
And viewed the sea
Her eyes lost in the horizon’s hold
Like a child in a game’s grip.
Here is where our hands held
Side by side on the sandy beach
Each lost in ourselves . . .
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October 05, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes she sits and broods
And knows the darkly moods
Will pull her down
And let her drown
In memories unlocked
From dark rooms. Nothing blocked
From the sad days and hours.
All this . . .
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January 05, 2008 05:21 AM EST --
That aspect had all gone now.
All was left was the showy parts
That others were allowed to see.
She knew he wouldn't have changed
Or have seen her different than he had;
Some things never changed . . .
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