Posts in category Death
Elegy – Sweet Afton
It was just another brand
Just another cigarette
Nothing of which to be proud
Or noteworthy, but yet
To those who with up have grown
And those who it have smoked
Lament its passing in these tough times
And nostalgia it has provoked.
It was my mothers cigarette
For all the years when I was young
No filters for her, oh no, no way
Raw tobacco up [...]
Lovers of Valdaro
The “Lovers of Valdaro”. This burial of a young man and woman, lying face to face, with their arms and legs entwined in an apparent eternal embrace was discovered by archaeologists near Mantua in Italy. The burial, which dates from the Neolithic period, was excavated as a single block so the two ‘lovers’ would not have to be separ [...]
Saint Theodore of Vrsac – Свети...
Saint Theodore of Vrsac – Martyred and Skinned alive by the Ottoman Turks
Under the Holy Flag of Saint Sava
Six hundred villages united, strong
Rose under Theodor, for freedom to strike
Living under the Ottoman yoke too long.
From Srem, to Backa, to Banat
Serbs valliant each one pointed his gun
At the Ottomans, pledging freedom to have
[...]
Death on a Traintrack
A stopped train, and I awaken
In the middle of some godforsaken
Piece of country, as an announcement is maken
By some Polish girl of why we have stopped.
No its not leaves upon the line
- At least not now – to myself I whine
A girls on a phone seated opposite to it says “Fine”
As she the reason copped.
Apparently, someone is [...]
A Phonecall Overheard
A double suicide delayed by train back to Dublin
after the Poets Express event in 2010. The pointlessness of it
inspired the following poems.
A woman speaks… I overhear
As others talking ot their phones I hear
Informing others of their lateness… “Dear!”
As someone on the line has died.
It could be a boy, or a girl eit [...]
Crying Spirit of the Night
The crying in the bight grew faint
As to listen for it I slow,
And there looks to be nothing now
Where there was a woman a while ago.
But then upon again walking
Beneath awindow stands
Crying, as she brushes her hair,
With a comb in age gnarled hands…
And I, though I have heard her
And before my eyes her vision did appear
Of the Banshee [...]
The Poor Dead Girl
This is the English version of the original which is in Irish
Beautiful was her face
And beautiful indeed her ass
Lots of money in her pocket
And cocaine up her nose
The people looked at her
Young girl of twenty years
The pictures in the paper
And on the television
She was the girl who had it made
She was all right
And when she died
The cryi [...]
An Angel Flew Overhead
From the ground the soldier picked himself up
Saw his comrades dead all round
Cowering in the trenches
Shaking and tearful his friend he found…
A comforting arm around his dying pal
Soothing words and prayers he said
In the midst of that hell called war
An angel flew overhead
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He Shall Walk Among the Living –...
He shall walk among the living
Though by them be unseen
Who has recently left this world
A world that is but a dream
Compared to the eternity
Of the world to which man goes on death
When we pass over to the Unknown
When we breath our last breath.
Somewhere out there upon a hill is a shadow
And another has of him a dream
He rides tonight amon [...]
Dead Souls And Black Dogs
The little old lady had lived for long,
She was great of age
And the time was coming along
For her to exit life’s stage
But there were those who dwelt beside her
That strange things of her said
She had contact with the other world
And that strange prayers she made
Some they were of her afraid
And were not afraid to say
That when she was dead
[...]
I Shall Prepare a Feast For Thousands...
A humersome yet morbid ghazal, for Halloween!!!
All in the world around you is dead
Or to you it appears to be dead
Then life lurks somewhere under there
Maggots: they live and thrive on the dead
Bacterium’s eat and love rotting flesh -
They cannot survive without the dead
Teeming it is with life – the stiff corpse
That to the cas [...]
Sitting There Saying Nothing
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Clouds Write Poetry – Svetlana ...
The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind
Write poems exquisite in the sky
In an alphabet to man unknown
Read by angels fluent that fly
Fanning the winds that write the words
That tell tales unknown to man
And those passed that others call dead…
Able to read these poems, they can.
~ For Svetlana!
(Svetalna Marisova, haikusit)
Svetlan [...]
The Banshee
I hear the cries of sorrow in the cold night air
I know not if they come for here … or there?
And the more I listen, the less I hear
As fast my heart beats with blood-draining fear…
I see a figure in the moonlight pale
Of a woman: aged and frail:
Crying as if all of hers had died – how could it be -
That as at her the more I look she fades un [...]
From Boots a Flag Flutters
From boots a flag flutters
To commemorate the dead
Looked upon by others
Not with reverence but instead
With apathetic non wonder
As they see the soldiers of today
Fight not for nations freedom
But in its name, to take away
Control of other countries
To sieze their assets and their oil
All in the name of freedom
And in so doing spoil
The stab [...]
The Snow It Falls Today
Rossbawn in Laois's Sliabh Bloom mountains
The snow it falls today,
But on the ground it does not stay
No, but fastly melts away…
As water to drains does pour…
And when the shower ends is seen
No snow, where once there had been
And unwhite is the scene
As it was before.
We are like the snow
We are here, then we go
That we exi [...]
An Army Lost In Jungle
A jungle chief once went to war
At the head of a hundred men
Through undergrowth thick and dense
And was never seen again.
Stories are told of spirit Gods
That dwell between the trees
And a demon who east men up
Who live in marshes where men sink to their knees
A hundred men and their leader
With drums and battle shout
At break of dawn on a s [...]
Once There Dwelt A Scotsman
Once there lived a Scotsman
Whose years nobody knew
Who was seen by all in town
And known by very few.
For men, for loners such as he
Were left that way… alone…
Scorn and pity and indifference
By the townspeople to him was shown.
This Scotsman was nobody
None knew from where he came
Bar the obvious. from Scotland…
Few even k [...]
Aniar a Fhéachann an Bhean Amach
Féacheann sí trasna na mara,
Níl aon talamh eile don súil,
Ach amháin uisce amach go dtí’n spéir
Agus ar an trá atá sí ag siúil.
Lorgaíonn sí bád ar an uisce,
Nuair a thagann sé abhaile arís
Tá aghaidh brónach ar an gcailín,
Níl sí ach naoi mbliana déag daois.
Tá daoine eile cois farraige,
Páistí lán le spraoi,
Agus iad ag féachaint ar an uis [...]
