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Epitaph

EPITAPH

Waste then no precious time
Worrying if your epitaph reads
Etched in gold on black marble

…….A LIFE IN RETROSPECT
A DISASTER FROM BEGINNING
………………TO END

For you have another ever in mind
You’ll take to the grave and beyond

…..WHEN YOU TAKE RISKS
…..THAT IS WHEN YOU FLY

Chain Saw Massacre

CHAIN SAW MASSACRE

A tiny whisper
Once there was a forest here
A silent teardrop

Passing The Time: Shadorma

PASSING THE TIME

Sits around
Waiting to peg out
There’s some past
Some future
The in your face presence
Spent unravelling

Genocide: Senryu

GENOCIDE

Awakening is
A slow and cloudy process
Let’s hope we have time

Merry-go-round

MERRY-GO-ROUND

This same old same old.
Born, child, youth, adult, old, dead.
Always different though.

Just Imagine

JUST IMAGINE

To imagine to live
Is not a trick on its own
Death is its sequel

Fading Posters

FADING POSTERS

Seven years fly by
While we, observers, spy
As others one by one disappear
Change – endless change – mere change
Where art thou yesteryear? A hollow laugh?

To not laugh perhaps our sole recompense
To mock the empty mocker and so repost
Salut! and Salut! and Salut! and Salut!
Within time – time as both illusion
And yet at the same time eternal

The L Word: Sevenling*

THE L WORD

That tiny word, even unspoken
A thousand ships or a dagger
A peace, a war

A life, a death
A future, a history
And always, always, always

An abundance of tears

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

* http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/sevenling/

The Plot Unfolds

THE PLOT UNFOLDS

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Don’t you bury your head
In some proverbial sand

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

For neither of us
Is quite so dead just yet

Nor quite alive
Either yet so

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Yes, yes, don’t you bury me
‘Cos I ain’t quite dead yet

Echoes

ECHOES

Ashes now your flesh
Yet I hear your lost voice still
In blackbird, in thrush

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