death

THE MUMMY

Airless in the gloom

He arose at the appointed hour

Working his way

Through mounds of clay

And dirt held still

For a thousand years

Through his fetid wrap

Crumbling with decay

Shone eyes like burning coals

These beacons of wrath

Drew the Night Messenger

Towards the sleepy town

Where destiny awaited them

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If you are a movie buff, this one is sort of "The Mummy" meets "Night of the Living Dead."

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IF

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IF

 

If I out live them all,
Who will remember me?
Possibly my children?
I’ve thrown my last sod,
Placed my rose and final wreath.
Listened to fine words.
Watched them lay them underneath.
Felt the rain on my brow,
Watched the leaves as they fell.
Stood hunched,
As the relatives lunched,
And another comrade
Joined his mates in Hell.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the sands of time are slowly trickling away.
After all are we not all mortal in the end?

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HEY, SEEN THE PAPER?

HEY, SEEN THE PAPER?

 

Do you remember,
Whas’is fuckin name?
You know the one.
Took out that trench,
Killed the fuckin lot.

Course you fuckin do.
Never bought a fucking round.
Good bloke, but tight by God.
Hands too deep for his pockets
Got a bloody medal for it, the fucking trench.

Saw his name in the paper today.
Wife, two kids, girl at Uni.
Silly bastard’s gone and topped is self.
Couldn’t cope it seems.
Kept seeing the fucking dead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Death can take a long time.It sometimes can take years before you realise you are dead.
The lucky ones go quick.
Like a cancer it destroys the brain.
Torturing your family in the process

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I DRINK FOR THE NIGHT & WHAT'S'

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I Drink For The Night & What's' 

 

I drink for the night.

I drink ......to make all things, equal.

I drink for the dead.

I drink .......for days past,

and forgotten.

I drink to remember,

Of men, and of .....their deeds.

Of the mad bastards,

Larger..... than life.

Those, that checked.....

their ammo.

Got on with the job.

Charged ahead........

Now lie,..... with the forgotten.

I drink for the dead.

For me, Never ......Forgotten.

For whom, do you......drink?t

There’s always 

 

name.

Giajl © Jim Love 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I seem not to really share any affinity with the people who surround me now.Opposed to those who were there almost 20 years ago.

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H

 

All colours gone, only the grey.
The face,
in the cold light of day.

Down off that hill.
To the rows of the dead,
awaiting below.

The face,
in the cold light of day.
It was the last time I saw him.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Col. H Jones 2 Para 1982.
I saw him before,and during the battle for Darwin Hill.I helped to carry his body down to the RAP at the rear of Darwin Hill.
It's how I remember him.

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DEATH LINGERS.

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Death Lingers.

 

That smell of death,
It hides around the corner.
The next fold in the ground,
That hill in the distance. 

It mocks you,
Eggs you on.
Laughs at your fears,
Invades your mind.
Death taunts you,
Makes you think irrationally.
Tests your skills,
Hides from your reason.
Beyond your tangible grasp,
Gone in a split second.
But still there,

 

Always.
Giajl © Jim Love

Author's Notes/Comments: 

War is a battle of wills,skills and physical realities.
That fucks with your mind,but only if you let it.

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Babys got Blue Eyes

Baby's Got Blue Eyes

 

He removed her fears ,
and wiped away the tears,
as she cuddled and hung on to his neck.

 

The smile on her face,
matched the glow in his heart.
And he realised how lucky he was .

 

No one can say ,
twere ever a day,
where he'd never paused for thought.

 

The thunder rolls,
the rain lashes down ,
all the while the dead lie asleep in their beds.

 

My turns been,
there's some sights I've seen,
of which I'll never talk.

 

The breathings shallow ,
while she clutches on tight,
to her green one eyed teddy .

 

He can still hear them roar ,
as he closes the door,
and switches out the light .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All three of my babies have blue eyes, my wife, my daughter and lastly my son.
This was written for my daughter.

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All Our Tomorrows

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All Our Tomorrows

 

WE,
now see.
For those who lie where they are fallen.

We,
are their hopes,
their dreams.

Our,
thoughts keep them alive.
To die alone far from home,
no loved one’s near.

We,
feel their pain,
now live their anguish.

We knew them all.

Speak no ill of the dead.
Scholar,

Fool, or
Pisshead.

I knew them all ,
and all knew me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are no clear guidelines for what heroes should look like.
I believe given the opportunity we could all be heroes.

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Black

Black is a color of power and evil.

It is also the color of death.

Black can scare many people for

They don't know what is in the dark.

The shadows and black offer me comfort.

It gives me a sense of safety.

I love to sit in the dark and let

The darkness consume me.

The pitch black sky just helps me.

It gives me some happiness.

Maybe I will die when I am dressed

In all black and the sky and my surroundings

Are all black.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written after the hardest time in my depression.  This was a way of me expressing everything I was feeling.

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