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Best Poems About / On DEATH
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Beldame of Death
A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!
I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime
Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, nor feel for time.
I shuddered in appreciation
The ambience would mortify
A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and typify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.
Compulsion saw me edging on
Toward a narrow door of oak.
Behind, I knew, a greater evil
Waiting in her fusty cloak.
A choice of nil upon the table;
Aught of leave, I had to face
Alone the shrew her flaming aura
Angling me; my deep disgrace
From ugly deeds I dealt in life,
A heinous world I honed in glee
'Now take a crooked path to death,
For I have to come to torture thee! '
Out of eyes of orange flame,
A piercing glare, then here it came,
The cackling cry of chanting song:
'You thought you'd die alone in pain
The once nay nay! you'll die with me,
And so a catch: you'll die again
Ad infinitum - ever be!
Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore,
Your liver to draw and quarter;
A sadomasochistic pair,
We'll slither together in slaughter! '
I answered only with a scream,
Sensing near her craving lust.
My crimes to answer; wrongs annul
Renounce my soul and turn to dust!
On an evening cool and quiet,
Stretch an ear to listen tight
Are you lucky of a moment ?
Hark! my clarion call of plight.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark Slaughter
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immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
immortality is death-weather changes alive just for a breath in and out.
death is immortal.
Nyein Way
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty - ever yours,
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you,
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour - we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Her Bliss
Death is in the flower's heart don't
Ever cry for life of any petal; and so is
Death in purple ink of weary pens: the
Written yearnings on her scented paper;
Death is laughing in her cry: the
Beating heart disclosing from a sleeve.
Death ignores the plight of any purity He
Doesn't care or seem to be aware
Of what her dewy eye desires, for
Death beckoned: 'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did for Death of course.
No other man would open up her hand
And bid her with a kiss, so
Death became her bliss.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
PS Please also read my other gothic poem 'Beldame of Death'
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Mark Slaughter
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