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Death rattle

Reminiscent of an uprising of crickets ready to battle.
Stare at a puffed updiamond heart
Drumming inside an empty cage.
Birds ripped apart.
Gargoyle stares ignored.
Folk bumble about unaware of what’s in store for us all,
eventually.
The breathe of Hades lingers
then makes a dash for scant flesh and bones.
Meat is not this gods instrument
Lust causes the call for more drones.
Sponge, moisten parched parted lips
Raven signals the ire of its whips.
The ones who don’t loose it in bedlam excite
Death,
Invites all loved ones to rally around
Stands by door.
Stands back a while
Admires its own power.
A moment to savour
Every door closed,
Each breath cloys,
Begs for enough fare to cross the distance to embrace Elysium air.
Today everyone shall know how close we are to parting from brown soil.
Lambs,
Hatched chickens,
Babies born in Cumbersome air.
The cycle must complete before we can emerge reborn.
Death is inevitable as necessary as life is to the Cumbaya of springs first show of petal.
When you look at the beginning of this new dawn,
Know that when you stand back in awe
Its because you have felt the chill of winters soul depart.
Shed a tear for the snowman who brought our youth so much joy.
Appreciate death.
Stare it in the face.
The sun chants
counting his rosary beads.
Tomorrow never dies.
Trying to type something while listening and watching my grandmother dying.
Rasp
Gasp
I support the assisted dying law.
This is inhumane!
A selfish farce.
Happy mothers day,
Wherever you go
Wherever you roam
I hope that it is a place as magnificent as earths revellers make it out to be.

Ma petit fripon. Je t’aims toujours

This a poem that I wrote whilst waiting and comforting my mom and my gran before she passed over in March 2018, from vascular Dementia and Alzheimers. I wrote it while waiting for her to let go of Life. It’s a Morbid (and possibly strange) thing to do when someone you love is dying in front of you. This was one way of expressing my powerlessness, over a period 3 days watching someone cling on to this Life).*

Nature’s word cloud πŸ’­

*poem inspired by making a word cloud of words I associate with nature*

Greed begets Intelligence
Animals rapidly become extinct
Beliefs about climate change
Ignorance – our children blame the seasons.

A pregnant pause, enlightenment shakes its head in disbelief.

Woe, our animals
Woe, our children
Woe, nature has become the beast.

Mortality balances out death
A rebirth of natural feelings causes us to sigh with our grief.

Oh, how to let the sunlight in?
Oh, how to bear these storms?


Oh, how to see the silver lining when mist obscures all common sense?

Oh, how will we learn to embrace the purity of snow,
When does our fatal flaw refuse to allow mother nature to get her way?

Whale music

And when I believe that everything that I feel is real,

I set myself up.

Grasp the short straw to hear whale music

oxygenised-

Death becomes her

Another attempt on her life

Variety is indeed her spice.

She marked it out as hers with a tank girl knife.

Neathanderals and the world are conspiring against her.

Look at the hand she’s been dealt.

Loftily she made her own choices

Xenophobic outbursts desire the harmonious pursuit of happiness.

Fear to live in the joyous moments.

Living in a future-waiting to fall from grace.

We wait for hecklers with distinctive voices

Inspired by healthy eating-

You deduce you are a moral sound person.

Just because you swerved the cake at the party

It still won’t cleanse you.

You won’t have your sins dabbed away by a whore called magdalene.

The diet of integrity lies in listening to rumbles of those living in poverty

Starving.