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Tom
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Love & Death 

Post by Tom » Sat Aug 11, 2018 1:13 am

Love & Death 

Undoubtedly these are the two most over ploughed fields of poetic subject matter. Have at it – find your own original take.  You don’t need to swallow the whole enchilada in one bite.  You can leave a little for next year if you want.  Or if you want, a parody might slide in here pretty well.  Just saying.

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Colm Roe
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Don't Believe in Love & Death 

Post by Colm Roe » Sun Aug 12, 2018 3:14 am

There is a difference between love and death.
But they slide sideways, swapping elements
they tease confusions, cloak their finales 
in snakes of crimsons and reds.

I've noted patterns, I've written evidence 
they will believe...post mortem.

It's just physics 
or quantum fields.
 
Fluctuations. 

They only exist if we believe
...don't believe.
 

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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Dave » Tue Aug 14, 2018 5:36 pm

We have no decisions to make.
An ominous cloud emerges left of view
plods pedantically west, rain bound.
You press my hand as if to say,
as if to say, it will be all right
though we both know it's too late,
the day is conming to a decisive end.

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Mark
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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Mark » Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:27 pm

The love of death
is the death of love
found in foreign fields
and lost in careless eyes.

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Tracy Mitchell
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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Tracy Mitchell » Tue Aug 14, 2018 8:52 pm

Marvelous postings.  Colm, Dave, Mark -- you guys have made this an amazing thread.  

Cheers

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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Ike » Wed Aug 15, 2018 3:49 am

Your breath derives the tides,
a cold embrace, interwoven with lace.
Now, I hope my strides are interlaced
with you.

What's to be, how I die,
I can do it on my own,
I just hope that it
isn't the case.
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Tracy Mitchell
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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Tracy Mitchell » Wed Aug 15, 2018 3:59 am

Love it, Ike.   :) :)

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Colm Roe
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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Colm Roe » Thu Aug 16, 2018 1:08 am

Nice one Ike.

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Colm Roe
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He shouldn't have picked her berries.

Post by Colm Roe » Thu Aug 16, 2018 1:31 am

They'll pick berries soon
on Bramble Lane.
In the field behind
ferns, tall grass and gorse
fight for light
and conceal the corpse of you.

Little mouths gnaw innocently,
burrow trails
through your Summer dress
and entrails. 

He's nearby,
trousers around his ankles,
an ice picked unicorn 
with a why face.
Why?
I would have thought that was obvious.
 
 

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Re: Love & Death 

Post by Tim J Brennan » Fri Aug 17, 2018 2:15 am

Fragments of Chernobyl

The Ukrainian dancer told me two minutes
to hold up my fingers and she would stop

giving her love words to her husband,
he the soldier with skin cancer,

one of thousands who rushed in
to Chernobyl, to guard the peasants,

to help everyone before they died. I listened
to this overseas call, for thirty seconds,

for one minute. I heard her gathered words,
her spontaneous love over five thousand miles

away, her love expectations, her love greeting,
her love farewell, fierce but one-sided.

For the final minute, my finger rose in the air
through huskiness, a click, a tremble of upper lip,

placing the phone in its cradle like a baby,
she turned to me, bent down, and kissed

my cheek: Thank you, thank you she mumbled
in broken English, turned and left

to her broken bed, to her broken life. Nothing
more available this night. Orders had been given,

loyal soldiers were dying, and the silent traffic
of overseas calls was coming-and-going,

held in check by the taut political reality
of two different worlds and a grainy silence.

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