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Part 30
Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like either challenge she gives me?
Nathan mulled over his options -- realizing that he was probably in trouble either way -- before finally settling on what he figured was the safer choice. "Truth."
He could have sworn Enya's eyes sparkled with eagerness, as if she'd hoped that he'd choose that one. He swallowed back the knot in his throat, worry curling in his stomach almost as bad as the onset of an anxiety attack as she sat back in the cushion with a cocky air, crossing her arms. "What's your first name?"
The writer stared at her only for a moment (startled, perhaps), then promptly grabbed his shot glass. "Fuck that..."
"What? No fair!" Enya's jaw dropped, though she smiled at him while she rolled her eyes. "Really? On the first one? I think you should take two shots for that!"
"Okay." Nathan grimaced after he downed the first and grabbed the bottle to poor himself a second. Enya just shook her head.
"Unbelievable. It can't be that embarrassing..."
"Here's a hint," he said after he swallowed the second shot. "It's usually a woman's name; I was named for my grandmother. Tell me how that's not embarrassing."
"I know guys named Nancy and Shannon," she countered, sticking her nose up. "I also know a girl named Kyle. Do you really think I care?"
"No, but I do." He put the glass down and poured his third so it was ready for the next round. "Your turn now: truth or dare?"
"No, I'm not telling you. Stop. Asking."
Nathan finished his seventh shot, proud of himself for still keeping most of his wits about him, if not losing some of his dignity. Over the course of however so many rounds (he'd stopped counting somewhere along his fourth drink, which was round ten), he'd eaten damp coffee grinds, named all fifty states in alphabetical order in less than thirty seconds, and admitted to being a cat person. He'd learned that the only cat Enya liked was Alton's, that she had a violent loathing of the singer who shared her name (she'd taken one of her three shots when she was dared to sing and sign Orinoco Flow), and she could do a spot on impression of a leaking sink. As Nathan set down his shot glass, he snorted, the paper towel garland Enya had made for him for his last dare sliding down his forehead. "Your tactic to get me drunk enough to tell you isn't working."
"Curses!" Enya rubbed her hands together in her best dastardly villain pose. "My evil plan has been exposed!" She laughed at herself, stretching out over the armchair she'd moved to, hanging her legs over the side. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"You've asked me five, wait..." Nathan counted out on his fingers. "Six times. Yeah, six times. Not telling. Nope."
This was apparently hysterical, because Enya laughed again. "Bastard."
"Yep. That's me."
She continued giggling, swinging her legs around to sit in the chair correctly. "Cheater cheater cheater!"
Now Nathan laughed, but not at her accusation, covering his mouth in a half-baked attempt to stop himself. "Nice underwear..."
Enya blew a raspberry at him before snapping her knees together. "Pervert. Hey, what time is it anyway?"
Nathan searched for his phone, staring directly at it for several seconds before he recognized it, grabbed it, and flipped it open. "Almost two..."
"Shit!" The time had an amazing sobering effect. Enya jumped from her seat, tottering slightly as she looked around for her handbag. "I have to work at eight."
"Shit." Nathan hadn't thought of that; it was Friday. He worked early too. Standing, he began cleaning up the drinks, briefly considering drinking the two shots left untouched before he just carried them to the kitchen and poured them into the sink. Enya found her purse and fished for her keys.
"I should go," she said when she found them, but she paused, staring at nothing as her brain apparently reconsidered what she said. She shook her head and repeated, "I should go," then started for the door.
Thankfully, the alcohol hadn't addled his brain so much that Nathan didn't realize what she was doing. Stepping out of the kitchen, he placed himself between Enya and the exit before he himself fully registered his actions. "Wait." He obeyed his own command, but then recovered. "How many shots did you have?"
Enya snorted at him. "Only three. I'm fine, Nathan. Let me go."
Drinks plus car is bad, especially if she's got far to go. But I don't know if she does. It was only three, right? But it wouldn't be safe for Marni... Enya, wait... she shouldn't be driving... right?
Maybe I'm over-thinking. She seems a lot more lucid than me, so maybe I'm being paranoid or something... and I can't force her to stay. What if she stayed? That'd be bad too...
What should I do?


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succumbing to death his eyes shine as he whispers . . . I am not afraid
Now my tendrilled soul, Has found its pergola-- Christ-- To wind its way up....
Christmas sparkling lights Weak brightness through tearful eyes Unexpected death 27.12.2014 A-L Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
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the jaguar's tear slides off his single whisker clouds do sigh three offspring dragged into the river's teeth one remains they both stretch the moment of sorrow lost life leaps on
"HALO THE WARRIOR" #1**Unicorn Valley** * Land of purple hues simple, sweet innocent eyes rises from the east ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #2**Guile of Disciples** * Magic gathering hides away from the darkness horn found on the ground ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #3**Beautified Dreams** * Enchantment of life ancestral home broken down adorn the unicorn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #4**Freedom Quest** * Liberty or Death Unicorn celebration Epic battle won ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by;PD
sun's heat sunders sand clustered lanced leaves green hug widow's tears collapse Widow's Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly approachable. [1] [1] Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson
darker than raindrops mushroom cloud blooming purple.... I can see my bones
Her journey begins. Moving through soft veils and mists, Pilgrimage homeward.
Innocent lifeless Pretty children rest in peace Let us pray for them The kids were victims The shooter was victim too Let's not put a blame Exclamation sign Love family, love it right Don't loose, hug them tight Dear educators Part of the victims as well The lifetime tribute Mourn traveled the world Burn by cause last on effect Careful in our steps Author's Note: Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut, Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep" ***************************************************************** 4th place poetry soup VIGIL" Free Poetry Contest Sponsor SKAT- AB SIN THE-
. Pampas Grass' tassles Shooting upward fresh new Beauty filled short life
death's breath is warm a welcome reprieve in the winter of life Sponsor: Charles Henderson Contest Name: HAIKU 101 FOR NEWBIES TO HAIKU AND/OR POETRY SOUP CONTESTS
tsunami commands mother earth to tremble -- demons unburied blue skies of water pour out devastation -- crashing tears thunder thunderous booms of explosions in aftermath -- resilience conquers By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 9, 2012 for Nature the Destroyer contest (PD) first place
Cracking lifeless limbs. Casting creepy dark shadows. Illumined by moon
lodgepoles pines fall dead, beetle attack, new life emerges -- aspens
Haiku 103 my being's deepbreath I slowly e x h a l e
Sleeping in sorrow If I don't wake tomorrow Then all will be well.
Black clouds : Blood red rain Thunder roars in agony A Broken Heart : Dies
My heart beats roughly With the stream's incessant flow- Impetuous death.
Silver full moon above Touching snow covered mountains As you slowly set
Where the trees once stood, A dark fog covers their grounds- A path through lost lives.
Bright and intense hues Breaching through Earths fertile womb Strewn upon the tombs By Robb A. Kopp
Blazing red sunset Touching earth, touching sky; me Sets soon warmth gone night
-Bunny Hole- by:SKAT hidden muddy home dirty paws, good boy' good boy! yummy with carrots :) ---------------------------- -Unwanted Fluffiness- by:PD Big Brown Burlap Bag drop Bunnies down By the Bay Better off -Blue grave ~SKAT & PD~
Screams above the din A moment of grief and loss A loved one passes
With raised sword and shield, The Norseman yells to Odin The Viking Death Prayer* * The Viking Death Prayer Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, My sisters and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, They bid me take my place among them In the Halls of Valhalla, Where the brave shall live forever, Where thine enemies have been vanquished, Nor shall we mourn but rejoice, For those who have died The glorious death.
One lovely ballerina The bombings slammed No more dancing 28.04.2013 A-L Andresen :)
A heart learning language of love but also grief The grief learning heart to go uphill death is heavy 20.10.2012 A-L Andresen :)
What does the Doc say? "I'm God with a stethoscope. Welcome to my world."
Black smoke covers all children animals run but they can't escape
an unknown death cracked leaves sigh and decay bones infused in bark
The distant night stars Spread out like the fireflies Granny watches me.
the final autumn leaf clings to the skeletal branch its life is in the balance Jan Allison 12th November 2014
. Ornamental bird Silver coated on den shelf Oil coated soon death
. chlorophyll cancer constricting aquatic breathe suffocating life .
sliver of time it was now no longer foul smell of death Entry into "Only # 1 Poems..." Contest of: P.D...... Placed 8th Note: I feel so honored to have received the placement below from Brian Strand Entry: Short & Sweet Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 1st Place Winner 02/15/2012
Hiding in darkness laughter fills the night air then death strikes, swift, sudden
Some use death to flee, But suicide lacks honor. Living takes courage.
The earth is green now. The flowers open early, blooming but to die.
the tsunami struck with the entire world watching the judgement of God the radiation that they always knew was there silently rages it's time for prayer for the people over there humble one's self it's time for hero's knowing they will not live yet they bravely give the sacrifice's ordinary men will make will save their nation
~ JUDGEMENT ~ ~~ teeth deep in the ground ~~~ alligator skin like knifes ~~~~~~ listening to lies
Heaven's Rainbow Bridge green grass and blue skys fresh water and food to eat no hunger--no pain dear friends wait beyond prismatic spectrumed colours heaven's rainbow bridge ~deborah buch© 5/12/2012 *Note: In 1994, William N. Britton wrote the , "Legend of Rainbow Bridge". It is a hope filled story of where all (pets) "special friends" go when they leave this earth. It's a place of "beautiful meadows, grassy hills...fresh spring water...plenty of their favorite food to eat...others to play with...". That place is called "Rainbow Bridge" and it is where they wait until we get there, "just this side of Heaven", so we may go in together. db
rainy morning... the drops of a tear flow
To lose someone you love.... Its like trying to live violently among the peaceful people who are dying To lose someone you love.... Its like Im living in lies with laughter and happiness while Im truthfully sitting in anger and pain while crying Im grounded in shame yet Im still airborn with death together we flying Its hurts when one dies past groundshaken proximity under the hate but sent with earthshattering love above where we live to die yet we are born to survive where we bred to learn to get past all the ones we have lost with hate because ITS REALLY HURTS TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE.
Haiku-Tanka-Haiku 5,7,5 -- 5,7,5,7,7 -- 5,7,5 Evil brews, no rules, looming witches ride their brooms, demon eyed ghouls drool. Potions have been brewed, voodoo dolls alter my mood. Serial killers, dead become walking dead, I feel like I'm in "Thriller" Vampires, Ware-wolves, Kruger and Micheal Meyers, stalking to retire.. Jared Pickett 9/8/2010 Asavvy1
honeysuckle vine wraps tenacles to trellis.... clematis demise
one life has ended a spirit caste to the wind watch the dragon-fly For Marvin Celestial's Haiku Contest. Written August 3rd, 2014.
out on the porch listening to nature does the owl hoot Sara? From the book entitled "I Heard the Owl Call My Name" By Margaret Craven Kwakiatl native American tribe's belief when death is imminent that the Owl calls one's name.. Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux Contest: Questionku Last line a question.. I bet you were not expecting this...
Mystery unfolds. Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!" Greatness is amazed.
time light extinguished all mankind's final demise blackout upon us seas overflow shores earthquakes open up portals feeding ravenous meteorites pelt earth immense inferno burns realm earth's calamity Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey Fourth Place Winner ~ "The End Of The World Armageddon" Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gail Doyle July 10, 2012
On a new journey,into a new body
Lust faking Widow in making Breath taking
mournful cries fill the air mother bird calling for its baby eaten by the cat mantis catches butterfly I am sad: yet, that is the way of nature loud feathered thud - flight into eternity deceptive glass pane
winters gone the letters they keep on comming
Night consumed the day dawn bring forth a tragedy morning birth despair
brave fallen soldiers sacrificing young men's blood red poppies whither
< life's bare essentials can become some great assets in dires time need predator or prey endangerment of species remains that of man Entry For John Freeman's Haiku/Senryu Natural And Beyond Contest G.L. All
Written by Gail DeBole on December 13, 2012 Thrust onto the ground - Woven miracle of twigs; The spilled egg cracks.
Once Every Second, A child dies in Africa, Where are your children?
I left you with one promise hanging on my tongue. So tell me my love, do the words still haunt you? I can hear your heart call my name across hell.
. Deer young wild free runs Open meadow grass flowers.. Road impact lights out
NEW YORK MEMORY tune in old movies and there stand the twin towers unbelievable
Their eyes oases, How shock they bury in tons- Rots in high places
Gasping for the air The color lost in your face It is time… good-bye
from ashes to dust the rebirth of the phoenix broken ... now stronger --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i wrote this one for a friend of mine she has been cheated on by her BF 4times and she asked me to write something this is it meaning : "from ashes to dust rebirth of the phoenix" - after the phoenix dies it burns and turn into ashes ... if we have to believe the legend that after its death a new phoenix would rise out of the ashes of the old one .. "broken" - ... now stronger" well death is sad .. after everything my friend gone through a part of her died .. overall - she was " a new person is born after all the pain .. and came out stronger stronger " =]
face, etched with deep lines dark sadness pools in the eyes lost in death . . . daughter For all who have loved and lost David Meade Live Generously
no more Soup for me all of YOU have pissed me off April Fools Suckers JSLambert ~ This is the fabulous "Prankster Haiku" Haiku from the Heart Contest ~This is not your average Haiku. But I am not yir' average Joseph, for my "Prankster Haiku" form is highly Ex-plosiPH! Ya' DiGG?
Tears Crying Sorrow Alone in the Darkness of Death Will I see HEAVEN??
Flaming shperiods descend As the clouds swirl frenziedly Uprooting erections The seas withdraw then rise To swallow the earth As death enters The grounds depart To sail the seas As ember paints the skies
Deception lingers. The Lord counts on his fingers. One two three four five. Our sins pile up high. Brim stones unleashes from sky. The bible explains why . Humans mystified. Humans contemplate their sins. Down crumbling mountains. Blood sheds blood sheds wild. Genesis revelations. brute termination. Annihilation. End of all generations . lo lo damnation. Tornadoes destroys. A vast grim darkness deployed. One two three the end. The son falls on earth. Lo the earth burns the earth ends. One two three the end. Definition of lo:look! see! Sponsor:Gail Doyle Contest:The End Of The World Armageddon
I sit on my chair and travel the world I turn off my TV And cry
In decaying fall, They, deadened colours abound Leaves granted leave, gown .
Flowers wilt Dead carcasses are buried Loved ones mourn Rest in peace, Your life on earth is no more… Farewell, friend
last journey--- dead bodies draped in white waiting in a queue *Scene from a burning ghat (crematorium)
tank filled with green crud on the bottom like a spud… goldfish was a dud
Death creeps quietly in often taking by surprise one last gasp of air leaving behind pain sadness, sorrow and such loss emptiness of heart days pass by in grief each becomes full of torment as one struggles on no light just darkness no end is yet to be found time they say will heal for them left behind no peace, just grief smothering icy heart with blackness written 9/16/2013 contest Grief
he tends his wife's grave and hears the wedding march - - smiles and tears For Andrea's The Twilight of Memory contest
ant crawling in the gasket of freezer... chilling out ant seen by me.. short life
blood by the pond her reflection permanent
Always watching you. He lurks in every corner. You'll think you lost him. He stalks you at night. Don't ever look behind you. Cause he will get you.
Will I ever live Up to your highbrow standards Like him, when I die.
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
a summer morning at the crematorium- tears dry on the breeze
those who bore 'the mark' screamed from painful ugly sores First of the Last Plagues the sea turned to blood and everything in it died Second of Last Plagues the rivers and springs became blood--no more water Third of the Last Plagues the sun had power burning people with fire Fourth of the Last Plagues kingdom of 'the beast' was plunged into vast darkness Fifth of the Last Plagues STILL--people cursed God and they refused to--REPENT global armies formed the great Euphrates' water dried up--transit road Sixth of the Last Plagues world economic devastation, suicides lootings and killings stench of dead bodies cities on fire--engulfed chaos, fear, riots the sun became darkened the moon gave no light--all dark stars fell from the sky huge exploding holes in the darkness as they fell hundreds all at once army of 'the beast' horizon to horizon Plain of Megiddo clouds blanket the sky painful peals of thunder roll gold weaves through the clouds hundred pound hailstones fell on unrepentant man cars, homes, land destroyed most severe earthquake islands diappeared--Earth FLAT splits Jerusalem then voice from Heaven "It is done"--is heard by all Last of the Last Plagues wait at Magiddo the Son of Man--Returns on white horse, in clouds blood runs two hundred feet wide/long and five feet deep bodies explode at the sound of The Word spoken from the King of Kings one-sided battle anti-christ and false prophet thrown in lake of fire beast chained--thrown in pit... thousand years in pit (Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth) then, loosed for a time there is still HOPE Know Jesus loves you and died for your sins--REPENT... 6/13/2012 © Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest wait at Megiddo
A random walk, yet entropy dictates my course forever downward. Others may curse this inexorable decline yet I embrace it. For in my passing the seeds of new life are sown the cycle goes on.
a candle wanes the old man sees his last sunrise
My ship has sunk down I survived but dare not swim Save me from evil
Nature's wrath supreme Tearing down humanity Human grace denied
war between nations rivers overflow with blood -- the earth convulses a crimson sky glows meteorites fall like rain -- hearts fill with terror stars fall from the sky darkness overcomes the earth -- screams fade to nothing end of days has come -- all life has been extinguished the earth is no more written June 19, 2012 for Gail Doyle's The End of the World/Armageddon contest.
Death is now Alive Kid Conceived Deceased A rebel of life
skeletal remains ancestral tree of life portrait of ruin valley of dry bones branches broken and scattered generations lost Breath of life returned deepened roots of faith grown strong Epitaph of hope
Together Bonnie We set out on a love spree For eternity Blinded by no tear We will always remain near Never showing fear You have not left me We survive in infamy Bloody destiny
Sexy young women Hypnotizing guy Punctured neck
Subtle, heart breathes in Catch a glimpse of heaven's face Spiritual wanting Warming light beckons Signal the rider, scoop'em up While Cimmerians bleed Bless the ones who ride Angels at their side give speed God fulfills the need In that lofty lot An importunate wish be Call next upon me Inchoate sins speak Ice mars the surface of men God perfects it then Raise of the hand comes The signal, the nod, for me? Yes son, please, just ride.
Ancient to modern Natures innocence struggles Amidst crude demise
trees outside heavily laden with ice— night rain continues a plump woman shivering, teeth chattering— near the fireplace the door opens and gusts of cold air burst in— the nursing home my grandmother lying in bed starving— no food allowed I watch helplessly while her bony hands squeezed mine— ninety-eight years old after nine days I hear Grandma's last gurgle— crying and one kiss © December 8, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dead Winter Sponsored by: Sidney ~ LeeAnn FORM: Haiku Series
Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever
I love my sister The way she smiled with her eyes She smiles for the Lord My sister Kathy passed last night. Rest in peace little sister.You were too good for this world.
shipwreck victims whisper from the ocean floor frozen in time *contemporary haiku (lacks nature subject or season word) is inspired by the 100 year anniversary of the Titanic sinking By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 22, 2012 for Haiku from the Heart contest (Sidney LeeAnn)
Haiku Wind To the ground a dive Hawk, Squirrel struggle soar down Sky ground merge…. end there
green eggs on gravestones with Easter baskets for two I wonder aloud
Stale waters go deep. Sneaky double mountain peaks, Death environment Inspired by Raul's Morning Ambience contest
As the tide rushes Forward, brown black seaweed strands Wrap the graceless leg Silver scaly fish Catch the light of the sun as Silken drops of sea Slide off the pale hand Lifting to wave to those on the retreating shore
delicate blossom rests in the still gnarled hand bruised petals weep tears weary eyes open tiny cuts, the body bleeds peace still years away sun rise breaks the hill heralds another battle draw your sword and charge Trisha Sugarek, 2011 From The World of Haiku
11/10/12 war remains small ones smell obscurity smoke lifts—gone
Rows of carnations children grab, defying rule time withers with them. © ~JSLambert 2011
What a drag they are Pressure rises until death Sleep peacefully now
Tears splash the paper Leaves an unimportant smudge An important death ©2014 by Regina Riddle
at the journey's end stripped bare; barren, withered tree--- lies in final sleep ~*~
you now possess me cover me with your blanket earth caress my soul
life exposed to the time penetrated - rust twined around the sword
Weary hungered child Vain Struggle for survival A perched vulture
a cold stone bears his name grief pours onto his green plot prostrated mom shouts "why?"
After long day`s play with doves ,they fly in the light Let`s rest in the love
two couples exchanged tickets to the their tropics point of no return bright blue summer sky cloudless close towards heaven crashed on foreign ground airborne or grounded temporal or eternal dreams downed for ever (c) Elly Wouterse Note Based on the recent Ukraine air disaster and several related and saddest but true stories............
Cloaked in midnight gusts, The wind scythes the grove of trees; Death is in the air.
a shot -- one of the porch chairs stops rocking
The horses gallop, and the silver guns fired one good cowboy dies.
on his cheek by her graveside one drop
At death's wondrous gate Immortality, awaits Blissful souls laughing! © Demetrios Trifiatis 27 SEPTEMBER 2014
a red rose lying on a grave -- love is forever 8/5/13
Fears only one thing; Scaffolding came down- Nothing left to Fear.
Life chaos then death Start again, return to dust Dust fusion time life.
Nature's alluring call in deep sleep of death wailing night fades to bleak
Live, and be without the anticipation of death, Or you will die everyday and never live.
A Beautiful Beast, Killed for it's glorious fur, warm ugly women.
swirling nebulas bridge to the edge of the world colored requiem
DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes) L.S.M.F.T. Snooky Lanson sang it clear smoke in every ear. From your Hit Parade, Frank Sinatra blew the words one time Didn't Fence Him In. Dorothy Collin's voice America there's only one to smoke Lucky Strike's the one. Drifting up her nose pulling smoke into her lung biting on her tongue what is she doing? coffins closing in with nails death as slow as snails. Do you want a Lucky? More satisfaction pleasure undertakers measure. Camel smoke was nil More Doctors smoked Lucky Strikes Than Mike Hammer smoked. Nicotine all day tie hers up in Christmas bows blow it out her nose. Free on Navy ships Sailors never saw the light Though the match was free.
Immortality, youth`s luminous graffiti, drawn on winter`s wall.
Skeleton Tree At Sunset mangled phalanges reach from haunched spectral shoulders death screams at dusk deborah burch © 07/02/2012
Snow falling softly Mingles with my frozen tears On your crypt below
Know not when you sleep sleep is bliss so is death Discern not when you die First time I write Haiku. Suresh M Iyer
I will soar freely, Hum songs to Everest but Ne'r will I eagle. (inspired by a broken bird's egg seen on a plant)
as the wind blows south the poplar tree saps black blood soaked are roots with pride
Sandy is a Storm Sandy is a Winter Storm She is a Deadly Storm
blade to my belly i smile thinking of my life love and sacrifice
Hopefully I'll die By ultimate sacrifice; A promise through death.
The music fades but I hear his voice out the bathroom window.
Below dark sullen sky Motion ceases, air freezes Vampire roars, dripping blood fang looms!
Political Games Played over the dying Trophy of decay.
Destroys the Darkness, Shining brightly like the Sun. Burning, destruction.
ill deaths again shocks lost so many gems gone so umpteen more void black nightmare hurt weep lots of tears cry why questions marks why while speechlessness rules time hopefully heals when memories balm eyes on portraits beam clear heaps of hearts lights from heaven shine ©Ellie Daphne van Stralen Note: Speechlessness dictated a spectator - on the other side of the world - the writing of this dramatic verse using the 1-3-1 Haiku form................ In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL "Sponsored by: SKAT- AB SIN THE-"
. Dragonfly hovers Blackbird swoop down stealthily__ Death on SUMMER day
silhouette visage scare awake the silent dead on Allhallows eve weird sounds penetrate wildly woods so dark and deep making one cower a cold eerie chill overtakes a breathless evening waking dead spirits fears manifest great sullenness apprehensions scaring one to death little children lurk the streets full of kindly houses with fun faces that awe Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Night invites Chaos from the ocean and above Sudden Death approaches Screams of falling Buildings Exploding Fear of Life Rupture of the Sky Strange objects invading Our sounds quickly disintegrating You cannot survive
Arctic avians screech zenith zero zephyrs... dank December bones
The Darkest Rain BIRTH the dawn of the sun flourishing of cells begun birthing decadence FIRST STEP one innovation persuading the rest of feet laziness prevails PUBERTY metamorphosis strength divided by deceit long arm of the law REBELLION growing civil unrest the mass desecration of war eminent demise DESTINY timeless prophecy lethal black poisonous skies death falling like rain By: Jeremy Siedlecki this poem is designed as a scale between the lifetime of a man and the length of mankinds existence
Leaves fall one by one onto the shadowy pond sailing in heaven
Transylvanian Tourist guides show Vlad's castle. Vampires are not real.
O How Great It Is... To be alive on this day! Heh, Most unlike you! You're Deader then dead Just like the wooly mammoth, Who's also your dad I'm alive in space! Without a care or worry... I'm forever free. Remember highschool? Well, I haven't forgotten. But you have, my dear You rejected me! But not privately, mind you! No, that'd be too nice... Had to be cruel... You told them all when I asked. And I was left, mocked But space is so kind. Unlike your now burning Earth. Fighting my cyborgs? Sorry for the mess. Death Stars aren't too accurate... They get the job done. Well, England is gone. Your most favorite city. I burned it myself. I'm truly happy Yep, I'm just floating in space. Yes, Yes... I'm damn sure. I do NOT miss you. Or the goddamned earth, either. Just stop guilting me! No... I'm not happy. I'm just alone in deep space. I'm Watching you burn. Please forgive me, miss. I was so jealous, old friend I was just so hurt. I feel terrible. Like I'm Ozymandias Only, I despair.
deeply, the last rose inhales for a final breath farewell her perfume
Air filled with white lies; Seems like snowflakes are falling. However, it's ash.
Eighteen wheeler Stop sign unseen Now you rest in death's slumber
In its final soar Finds the limb it learned to fly Lands, to fly no more Gene Bourne 06-08-14 .
an invisible hawk circles an invisible tree prey could it be me
KOMLA DUMOR DIED A graveyard silence; The bell's pendulum is lost: Komla Dumor died. The Continent mourns; People's voice has departed: Komla Dumor died. Evil wind blows; Fine flower has dropped in bud: Komla Dumor died. The battle is lost; The gun has lost its trigger: Komla Dumor died.
Winehouse... Goodbye great singer Who has left life without help Sad day to us all!
A lovely lady; Growing inside, a new life. A man in a tux. Another bell rings now. Final grades, balanced college offers, Off to another adventure. Damp ground, headstones. Growing inside, a new life, Done with their adventures. -Caroline Youngless
Nature, the destroyer Unsuspecting morn, All else left save old and kids, In fisherfolks' huts. A rogue wave crashes Into the coast , flattening Them out in a flash. Bodies, four hundred, Dumped and under debris, rot. Town stinks for a month. By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 11th mar 12 For: PD's " Nature the destroyer-haiku" contest Ps: Based on the devastation caused by Tsunami 'o4 at a town called " Colachel", the worst affected, not far away from my place.
white laced cotton lay over the hard open ground grandma's cup missing
Feet from the beach... if they were many miles, aimlessly they die.
Scores of suffering stalwart soldiers stand steadfast in scarlet-soaked soil ----------------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014 Submitted on the centenary of The Great War (4th August 2014), in memory of the sacrifice of those who are no longer with us and to whom we owe so much.
There's learning in life you learn the alphabet first death comes later on
Golden eyes shine still Warm fur soft under hand Sweet sipirt waning Lelah D. Walters 9/6/09
Eleven Sad heart breaks in two. A walk with pain, sorrow, death, unbearable pain. Daddy snatched away from her. Scared, defenceless, eleven.
I Fell Into My Grave While You Watched To fall down into the endless abyss Your staying to watch me as I drift away from the world I once knew What am I doing I losing control I'm going without word Why do you watch from afar laughing as though my pain is some pleasure? Is this the end of me? shall I die here ? Why is it you watch me why is it you do not save me.I see you watching with a smile. I thought it was love maybe it was greed that made you push me down down into my grave. You seem happy maybe it because I'm dead?Yes that it I'm happy again I was feared death but now i see it as pleasure Why are you crying can't you not see me smile your tears or vain to me I'm smiling as I see you suffer you killed me and now your paying for it Here you are now you can stay by my side forever I'm happy even more since you came now we can float together in this endless void you created I can see your back to your old none selfish self may we both smile more
wearied seamen rest beneath their own blue blue sea ocean - solitude
The way to go out: Shot by a jealous husband At ninety years old!
Like a winter's night Death often arrives too soon. And lasts far too long.
A saturated room A cancerous smoke blower Killer of my child
the light dims and he thinks of midnight his head shaved Dec cghjr
trees mourn my passing warm caress now frigid grip leaves shed in sorrow
Crushed beneath the wheels of my new hybrid camry the butterfly dies
Incorruptible and pure, the snowflake melts,-- what ironic death!
Womb, lost paradise Strong wind, insecurity Death
!!...You Always Said You Love Me...!! **...You Always Said You Do...** !!...I Was Your Angel And The One Who Had Everything To Do With You..!! **...I Know I'm Selfish But I'M Trying To Make Myself Strong...** !!...But I Wished You Told Me Where Did I Go Wrong...!! **...It Makes Me Cry When I Wonder Why...** !!...You Got Me Wrong Whenever I Tried...!! **...I'm Just Done With All My Thought's...** *~...And...~* !!...This Is All What I've Got Tear's In My Eyes...!! **...And Smile On My Face This Is How I Would End In My Grave...**
Old and worn— The dead branches inward die Outwards, gnarled for life
she dances, she sings fly away into the clouds give her angle wings
Drunkards are we all Mortality's sweet suckling Inevitable.
throw my stuff away it wasn't me anyway nothing comes with me
upon mine ears the emptiness… a silence of lambs after harvest
Forget-me-nots bloom My darling's epitaph reads Do you hear the whippoorwill
Born in Paris: Ineffective Tossed off in a clown suburb; All what is left a booze somewhere.
Summer storm flooding in city cemetery. Moving day at last! Author notes: This is a Bible-based Haiku. To understand it please read 1 Thes. 4:16 and 1 Cor. 15:52
Fingers Blue From Cold Ice Shines Compact Under Foot Snow Falls Bodies Drop
I now eat alone. You've been gone so long, so why is your place still set?
the forest surrender to nature white oaks fall For the Haiku from the Heart Contest Submitted by Ann Roske Form : contemporary haiku 3-6-3 format We've had a really wet and weird winter and have 4 white oaks that have fallen over on the back of our property. It is sad to see them go down, but Mother Earth will reclaim and re-purpose them. This is my small tribute to that wonderful and mysterious process - circle of life.
The fox escapes hounds only to kill a chicken the following day.
. Attached by small stem Sustainability...free Floating on wind land
A battle with life Dying each minute Disease and medication Diagnosed cancer Two loving hearts part, Trepidation that turns true, Tears their souls apart, Contiguous breaks, Courage totally shattered, Can see blemishes ? Heartbeats if fumble, Hard to search serenity, Harsh words can crumble, Drug abuse poisons, Destructive devil dares do, Death knocks anytime! Written September 2nd, 2014 Haikus 5/7/5 For contest ' Heart and soul' by Charlotte Puddifoot
Cut my veins, End this pain, God knows I won't be missed, Whoever that is. I live by Shang-ri-la, Juggalos and Lettes for all. I'm down with the clown, Till I'm dead in the ground. Nothing can hold me back, I can't be tamed. You don't understand me, So just let me be. I wanna be free, So why can't you just see? See that I wanna be gone, I'm crying till I'm soaked to the bone. I'm crying inside, Noone can see it. I'm bleeding on the outside, And crying in the inside. Cut my veins, End this pain. Always~N~Forever, Briana Lynn Minard Age:15 03-31-11
Visiting my face A monster-angel Leads me the way to Dante.
opening and closing wings bare of colored dust a butterfly dies
She knew how to write felt every change in the wind died on the sabbath
Fourth of July.. Dead bodies, a cry People must come back home soon… Enough with the war! To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence day this weekend, and the years to come! Thoubert!
If tonight the Milky Way prays, Over the face of a brawny face, And spilling it hopes, then I am going to pray too.
So bold about death, You no longer have hope for, Taking your last breath.
Severe depression Kills. Robin Williams is gone— Richard Cory too* (From Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem)
The Darkness fills me illuminates fingertips my eyes turn jet black our dark hearts shatter like glass your skin is cold blue once vibrant soul matches suit paralized with fear we dance on our graves holding sober hands childrens laughter fills my head flashing dark crimson and white the grounds set for our last stand our features are blank as our last breath expires embrace and explode
Breath deeply my child, eyes closed my child, you'll soon be beyond suffering.
Frog 1 And 2 – Haiku Frog 1 lights, stage, action, shoot frog sings opera, hat, cane Saturday cartoons Frog 2 riveting story jumping to conclusions, sad frog misses pad, croaks
My memory tells about your happy school days as seen in your smile I heard recently you bought a dress for your mom with your own money I saw you lately at the center of the crowd beside the right lane An old man asked "He is your student, isn't he?" I could not answer You went to Sog-ong last night in a barayle* it was fiesta** there Our eyes were not there to see the knife reach your lungs and mar your future Your friends could not serve as a thick metallic shield to face the sharp blade All that they could do was to carry your body home by the hammock Goodbye, my student whose life was taken swiftly like a lost bubble * Barayle is a local term for "night party" ** Fiesta is a tradition in the Philippines where people celebrate a feast in honor of a saint
Dying butterflies Wings barely swishing As their cries sing with the wind Their breath screams sorrow.
fiery skies rage black the dawn's light will never come ash falls from death's cloud wild beasts devour seed the dry earth starves her children thunder is our cries rivers flow crimson the moon drips blood from her wounds earth trembles from fear battle swords are drawn cowards flee to hills and caves destruction finds all for Gail Doyle's End of the World Armageddon contest June 19, 2012
my father's life too short, a battle lost cold, dark, rain
Ancient Angels await~ Resting pure soul rises
just a flicker…. here now gone tomorrow who misses who
Black, torture, wilting Possessing all great beauty A wonderful veil
exotic plumage adorning expensive hats— chicks © February 8, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen http://www.endangeredspecieshandbook.org/legislation_lacey.php
through the cellar door the artifact of living tangent universe
I see some black crows sitting on an antennae… smell of rotting flesh Russell Sivey
The sun is dying The giver of live on earth will be a nova It's burgeoning red It's pulling the earth closer The oceans turn dry We are burning up The sun consumes the cinder that was our planet Nothing else to do The inevitable end is now upon us
all orchured prayers wolking it's agavien deed a possiable plead
golden spears wither my poppies summertime
. Scary bug eye stare Determined stance awaits prey... Blood-red mouth, throat, gut (Not for the contest but just came to me.)
on a sunny day She visited the gallows To see her loved ones
Chaos severe hate Terror reigns burning hellfire And brimstone beckons Russell Sivey
one day i shall sleep My body still ,had been reaped cold..., silent..., nothing?
frothy wave's end run naked bodies nestled hourglass moon-ray on buttocks © rajat kanti chakrabarty
rows of tombstones unattended line the hill -- crows roost
Helplessly she lies waiting for deliverance from eminent death
When a man of God Goes the way of all the earth, The prophet's home town Celebrates his life And honors him after death With weeping and praise.
Soft padded paws stalk Golden eyes glow with knowledge Fade into darkness Darkness eternal Does light exist anymore? Starving corpses wail Hungry light feeding Patterns appear in shadows Soon the world is whole A great hole appears Cycles repeating Fade and back again
I heard the unborn child stretching out In the deep street-shades of Paris Calling a single mother.
Born in Paris into a cubbyhole; Someone tossed me off in the suburb; All what is left a bind around my neck.
she mused while fondly touching his chair his scent lingers the salty taste of yesterday tears refreshed again brushing it aside she again asks the question only she can answer
Walking Through A Field Of Light then me and you see it the same way...i care not what happen to this body for the soul will still walk this earth watching over those it shown it love for And yet the spirit of forgotten pain protects me, not wanting me to travel into the darkness that consumes the soul, for without this body, how can i protect those i love? i watch and guide them for the body was lost but i shall lead them with a kind head and open arm. i protect their soul so they may keep watching there life grow into something beautiful.the darkness shall flee at the sight of the almighty light that watches my deed and my small soul but for my last act shall be to vanquish the darkness that threatens life itself. but all things come to an end. what of the times, not yet past, but already forgotten, when i will no longer be there..... when my fight is done i have no need for this unsettling place and with ever harming word will i walk into that everlasting light if i to be forgotten then that is fine for i have done them good and have made there life into something more then mine was.To be forgotten is fine for i shall not want a legacy to have forged a life worth remembrance is fine, bu to make someones else worth remembering is all the better, for it means that they shall have a life worthy of my sacrifice, a life worth the pain once experienced, but never remembered, for i am now content. after this body is lost i wish to be forgotten.to pay myself a gift is what is called.i will be content on not having left something a memory to be mourned for i with's no pain on those who have still they hearts where as i have walked this earth unknowing i died some time ago.let me be free for i am like a animal needing space time and needing that way of life. then be free from the pain of the remembrance, and transcend to tomorrow, for that is where the future lies. i shall always remember you, but i shall not mourn, for we shall meet again
10/5/2009 I. The Bloom Delicate flower, sleeping endlessly dreaming Patiently waiting White horizon, winter peace, release tears reluctantly. II. The Village Boxes in spaces, old wooden tatami floor Summers breath still held within Outside streets, shuffling feet, their chatter less foreboding. III. The Animosity Blood-stained katana, glinting insinuation, fell against ground.
at midnight he closed the switch a life gone
Stuck on brown seaweed, its fate is sad...it awaits death in dark exile. Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, " Journey "
Dry as the desert You and me both are thirsty For that pure water You need it to live I need it for my dry heart Without it, we die! Known as skeletons We strive to fill our needs And old tree and me! Lifeless yet happy To be on a given quest That Power called Fate!
No choice to be born Why can't we have the right to Choose when we can die Jan Allison 18th July 2014 Written for Haiku on probabilities contest sponsored by Marvin Celestial
Birth of death As death ushers in, Journey of soul embarks on, Till brand new life stems ! Written September 5th, 2014 By Dr. Upma A. Sharma Entered into contest ' A poem you have not entered in a contest#12' By PD A
tattered wings do fall, black feathers dripping like blood. will Death occur here?
Sun radiation Fun to look nice with a tan Cancer death awaits Russell Sivey
Slowly singled out Squash are sawed and set alight All for one dark night
Sun Yellow Flowers Open to the day light rays Decapitated
The wind blows sorrow. Deep into my cold marrow. My heart blackly low.
This is today's news: A sinkhole swallowed a man whole as the earth yawned in the ancient land of monsoons and man-of-wars after the waters ceased. One was portrayed as man suddenly gone, captured live for us to see.
Eerie break of dawn Hear the taps in the distance Mourningly bein' blown
Prepared for when Death schedules his meeting, I… A patient landmine
God gave us tears to release the sadness that death brings into our lives
1 The bright harvest moon Turns blood red, withers, and dies The Rapture, survive 2 Starvation, rampant!! The Earth can't give anymore To the leech: Mankind 3 Gold; can not buy Life The world turns cold and barren The Heart turns vicious 4 Christians, heed the Word Believe in His only SON The Battle; We Won Inspired by Gareth James' Contest " 2012!!! " Author's Note : I do Believe this is Hype
Cracks in the pavement Leaves litter naked brown earth It all returns down
As time stops So does my heart. The beat, the sound More important love I lose my breath The puke in my veins. My heart and soul Gone away. I open my eyes Start screaming for help It was all just a dream I hope. Look down and Laying there in my bed I'm as still as a rock Cold and dead.
On the wind,a bell Muffled from across the square Raindrops fill the air
A dangerous job Shafted as hearts collapse in Into energy bleed
tomorrow wonders why we assume it's promised… no one knows the hour
The Past A pristine blue sky Mirrored agrarian lives Living with nature. Their work was always difficult But that never seemed to matter. Their crops were all that counted most: Enough to feed the family In good times as well as the bad Everyone loved their plot of land. They knew it meant their survival So the hard work was the trade-off. What developed was mutual Respect: an interconnection Whereby one affects the other; But then one day a cloud appeared: A black, menacing, looming cloud Foretelling future misfortune. The Present The industrial Revolution dawned under This foreboding cloud. Machines began to do the work That man and beasts for eons had Performed with blood, sweat and tears. His work was easier to do But soon discovered that he had Become an industrial slave. A mere symbiotic creature: His nature was parasitic. He no longer had in himself The oneness and independence That he had always called his own. He'd become fat and ignorant Living by his own destructive Philosophy: hedonism. The future The sky is poisoned As well as the land and the seas. The earth was dying. Through Mans continuous neglect The earth became terminally Ill. It was no longer able To sustain the needs of Mankind. War broke out all over the globe Millions killed, many more had starved To death; billions soon will follow Billions more after that. The stench Of rotting flesh has overwhelmed Those able to live another Hopeless day, gasped the putrid air Futile murmurings continued Until silenced by the guns The ultimate judicature. An eerie silence Prevailed and all that was heard Was screeching vultures.
Discarded driftwood clawed branch in desperation where once it stood tall .
Winter rains caress the slope Where your ashes fell Rain and Spring will bring new life
...our lobster killers BP's oil spill destroying ocean, tap water
Snow drifts in the bones Cold earth absorbs the fallen Crows heckle the wake
an innocent child, a nineteen-month-old baby, was senselessly shot; cold drive-by shooter killed a cherished little boy-- with a heartless plot endless tears of pain-- as we remember the love of this lifeless tot *baby was not the intended target
Slow death invasion Slick, black, silent, riding waves Man again breaks faith
Ocean Rights I swim for my life Free and following the waves Don't kill me with oil ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are all equal life in this planet. We might be smarter, but nature is stronger than us! Thoubert Larus
musky abdomen deer's love perfume doe eyes closed lion reaches out © rajat kanti chakrabarty 12/04/2014
Darlingest baby I have found your Barby doll your daddy's last gift Fire,splinters,dust Embedded in the first cell Shattered rosy womb Mom broke her promise Daddy says no she did not She only loved you
Intense black cloud grows Nasty predicament flows Ocean of dark woes By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX
dead of winter with zombies running a muck dead of winter with vampires hovering above peoples beds dead of winter is a time for the dead to pop out of their graves and celebrate the dead of winter once in awhile.
Extermination, There are so many terrors, Die and die without.
midnight explodes, cheers, sings life for the new year begins a mother still wears black
1. alone, the boy cries he is no longer loved because he is gay 2. the hall is unsafe punished in the name of god he hides how he feels 3. we hear on the news of a suicide who was there for him?
Four students were killed On May fourth nineteen seventy Antiwar protest
withering petals gently fall on hardened earth autumn's tragedy
Love makes flowers bloom, neglect leaves them weak to die. Bees fly away mad!
contrasting stark monolithic. September horizon at dusk
the birth of an infant the ancient kingdom celebrates gentle gift of life man moved ahead kingdom no more survived families break up new nuclear family birth and death forever here just seem to pass by when death knocks on the door realisation slides in of the glory of ancients
The rage of lightening, Strikes with unbridled fury. Claiming who it may.
Triumphs and sorrows lived my life the very best sometimes nothing works
At the gates of pearls, received by one blessed by Him; maker met at last.
the fourth of july is no kind of picnic for our fallen soldiers You Are Not Forgotten Happy Fourth Of July To All
a lost boy asked a stranger for help; was kidnapped, killed and dismembered an innocent life snatched by evil hands ; let this child be remembered
Scampering along Stiff, silent on the asphalt Crows delicacy
dying fox ~ blood-drops on bluebells
inside his head he only sees darkness his last vision
Gilded orange/brown Readying to return down Rise from root once more
Thirsting without quench Faith be that of endurance Satisfied at thrown
I am trying to learn Haiku form - is this haiku? Crow patiently waits Poised on a dry brittle twig Death is not silent © Brenda V Northeast 23rd Jan. 2012
Dogwood flowers bloom On the same thin, twisted branch A lone flower dies
Once would we see Never would we tell the tale The Armageddon So catastrophic An epitome of end The unchangeable Rivers roar like lions Ice respect the heat above The great Avalanche Properties extinct Human's hope elude for good The WORLD'S end. Pronto!
Tuscany beckons Wandering minds traveling On the sun's last rays The pale flesh glowing Mother stirs from her closed bed She slides to a stop Where is she going? When will the awaited day Arrive for our sakes? Letting go is real Cry, celebrate, or wishing Through it all we wait Touched by the angels Her heavy eyelids closing Old thoughts will return A warm offering Quiescent reality Numbing all to sleep Brother's soft hair Sobbing through the stagnant air Breathing in deeply Distant music plays Chords of joy and pain wander Forever reaching Sister's loss held in Bursting with the hope for death Squeezing in the love Past, present, future Father's sad joy leaking out Through Venetian blinds There are no angels Hovering where we can see Belief quivering God sends us no signs Mortality challenges At sunset right here
deathly laughter heard nightmare scenario seen God will claim my soul
cold desolate abandon uninhabited snowing rain slippery icicles spike frostbite first month of year pillars of ice blind black black ice bad month first of the year january gray shade screen canopy frolicking jamming January boy birthdate omen of ruin _________________________________________________| Penned on May 06, 2014! For Two Haiku (Describing The Month of January) Contest!
sun shines bleak, cold winds whip death's sting floods her tender eyes daddy is laid to rest
Lotus Tree Exposed – Haiku Lotus falls to earth To addictions harvesting Asphyxiated
shriveling towers serpent cheering- mobs rejoice fisher woman cries
In sorrowful drift Its moment in time ceases To our earth it falls
Two steps forward Three steps back No way out Fall down dead Brandon Harvey 03-11-2014
Incandescence floods my senses as familiar silhouettes beckon --------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014
The end, another Death visits in the ink night How much dark? ere light
severed from my limbs; toothless body cannot stand. Close to tears and end: I grin.
violet tinged edge of night- the lights like clinging jewels draped over cities and as they stab the dark that cloaks like black winter coats, enveloping a streetlight dies quick like my mother, though I will search for her always
The sun bitter cold Down my cheek is tragedy My soul sits in pain Mind in dark shadows Seeking last light perfect blooms To make tangible Heart drifts with a cloud Blemishes fade on the wind He was perfection
. Crow sentinel watch Caw, caw, remove beak fly____boom Tail feathers float down
Bullets pierced the night. A Mother's Cry pierced the calm. His life stained the streets.
on my tv a sticky handprint her small coffin
the black butterfly on a leaf, restoring her weak body and mind
Dead armadillo on the road It bodes unwell Two vultures attending
Saddened brownish, leafless trees the earth upturning with mud a lifeless creation...
Necrotized skin area Tissue attacked, flesh eating Bacteria bug http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-2.php
This poem is in a style called haibun which uses prose to tell a story, with haiku places within to bring the story deeper. The haiku must stand on it's own as well as fit into the story. Waking moments with the strong aroma of coffee percolating throughout the house, I arise. Drifting through the morning mists, I find my way to the kitchen where the hearth-fire embers, still warm from the night, glow orange in the pre-dawn emptiness. Where are you? You, who have left your plate upon my table, sticky with basil and fresh eggs? You, who's scent upon my skin I wear as the finest perfume, inhaling deeply into my soul, your remembrance with every breath I take, where are you? Horizon softens Night sky melts into daylight Evanescent dreams I hurry to open the heavy wooden door, and gaze out as dawn cracks the purple sky and the smells of spring gust through my doorways, erasing all doubt of what I know. There, fading in the morning dew, I see your footprints luminescent in crystal light, imprinted upon the deep green of the forest path. Your tracks are leading away, back from where you came and where I cannot go, yet. I watch the sun climb the skyline, exposing the stark truth of daylight, so harsh with it's radiant glare, that I must turn away. Footprints fading, I know you are gone, and I return to my cold fire to prepare for another day. Slate sky epitaph Morning does not awaken Shadows chase the light Many more will come today, with gifts of food and flowers. I have run out of vases, and places to leave condolences. Excuses for why I do not accept a visit run as dry as unshed tears through barren conversations. I cannot hear them and it is a great strain to see them, the daylight hours are too bright, and their apprehension too loud. Forgive me if I offend, in my knowing of just where I need to be, I did not seek anyones advice anyway. Looking out past worn curtains I watch for the setting. Crows gather on the budding trees and raise ruckus in their frenzy to reunite. I know you laugh at me, waiting as I do. I hear you in those black birds. It's called a "murder of crows" you'd tell me. I hear you in my mind, just as I always did, and I feel your presence as a warm breeze on the small of my back, but it is not the same, and never was, you know this. Time sprinkled starlight Darkness holds doorways open Eternity's faith
Sun setting below Touched by crimson's searing Kiss, eternal dark
Life is a bad dream Only death can wake me up To give what I want
The cold wind blowing Across shadowed timber beams Death becomes open-space.
A fight not spoken is a voice unwelcome an inoccent tragdeity
Bad thoughts racing on sweet will drip from my nervousness so life starts to fade
each drop of His blood was for a divine purpose: saving sinful souls
A black crow came home Singing to all his neighbors Odes of death and sin
I am cheating death, Shaky bent knees, wayward branch Wet cement sidewalk.
a one way ticket travel that final journey to see, but not seen
Mother's looks, hung head A golden casket planning Grandfather is dead…
The Dead, Dying... Death The visitor that appalls Even when foreseen
Top of Ferris Wheel My shooting star pierced heaven Time runs slowly out
If a tornado ever stroke land: hide and pray, because death is real. When towns are ravaged, people can't talk but shiver... they wait for the calm.
pharaoh of Egypt mummy devoid of life death is ultimate
Nature resurrects, Nature and I are alike, Then why do I die?
The beauty of Life Is learning not to fear death. Accept the Challenge!
He has risen from the grave of death to lift you up to higher grounds
Sunrise and sunset The earth moves without stopping And time slips away. People are born People live quickly and die Do not waste your life.
Death envelopes all. But from that predistiny, Will surely come birth.
but it is coming i don't want January nearer the graveyard
the flatline will come there's no glory at the end and all forgotten
Life Is a mere race In which all of the results Are the exact same
Red berries galore, On dogwood leaves with crosses. Shedding just like blood.
Six-Petaled Rose Crossed legs beneath oak tree. Omniscient repose.
The poor man crossing Got hit by a long limo. "So close," said the tree.
Screaming fill of pain Oh! I must just try, to die... Die, with all my might..
On the ground, stark still The child immobile stared, saw Its dead broken will * Songless feathers cold Limping back from shivered tears The bird speechless too * One bird flies no more Death disshevelled to it clings Like a silent heart * Each dying makes dust Dust the silence of the song Dust, death of a bird * No post mortem whys Knowledge sorrows has no cure Death cloud us with sighs * One tear glistened then The mother tugged her away Heart beating like wings * Dead before the church In coldness, nothing flies now In the silent skies * Hangs still the clod cloud Air in air, a frozen will Like a dead bird - falls * Inexorable The mortal thread dangling dust To featherless wings * A bird's desire fled To this feathered crumbled heap Shall I trust to sleep?
I do not fear death I am almost certain that I have died before
haiku/senryu dust to dust all blossoms shrivel unlike seeds
At the end of life the kings, the Queens and the pawns are in The same box
Skylark spread your wings Pull yourself up from the ground Trust in the currents One foot can lift you Out to meet the starry night Release yourself soon Energy is faint Yet the heart beats with power We can not lift you Find the quickening Chance to take your maiden flight You will remember Flying is in you You have been at rest so long Take this one last flight We will all watch you Cheering through our tears and fears Imprinting the sight Sooner than we think We will have to take our flights Risking the journey Waving our hands high Reaching for the clouds above Hoping for entry Greeters are waiting With open arms and smiling Relief on their end The world is troubled Peace must live somewhere we hope You are needed there We all must let go If we hold you too closely You'll not make your flight Skylark sing your song The melody resonates Through the summer air
The high cost of air If you breathe not its freshness You are dead---poisoned
Death scours the grove, A wretched symphony chatters: Requiem of the leaves.
kaleidoscopic! not those here-and-now colors but in memory cloudy sky is filled full of black twiggy branches a large crow shoots past picket fence and trees standing tall like sentinels like sad sentinels comes-on quietly so benign the sensation so bloody empty! this revelation times at last you think you know shrug! alas you don't fleeting memory self-flagellation head-shake another one lost again and again scene full of twiggy branches black crow descending
the lamb was found lifeless after the snowstorm - his mother cries out
gone hungry the smell of death, lost in the jungle
Tis' not genocide! Government- and- locals fight. Darfur- Civil War!
Bird on barbed wire fence Sings to his hearts delight Shot in mid sentence.
I see Him dying for me, atoning for my sins; I'm deeply thankful
The rhythm of essence, Bodies wither and perish, Souls thrive and endure
The dark smoke bellows, the fire dances to her rhythm and humans watch on.
loving misty you how come you are now a ghost purple are my tears
doe and spotted fawn early spring, bear awakens doe now feeds alone. (January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
A Heart overcome. Knife pierced skin, blood gushes out. Say goodbye to life
Promiscuity self-indulgence, did you wreak you, did judgement seek
Like love latches on, Death takes hold when life escapes And will not let go.
. White-washed sepulchers Full of decaying men's bones... Come alive Spring's here
I shout in deafness Can't understand life and death Why,what,and how come???
Oh, the webs entrap Hopelessness, instinct and yet we are mesmerized.
Warring ever more Constant fights within/out us all Never to be done
weeping willow, her limbs caress giant empty moth eaten coffins
You get dressed up Go to crowded room Why are you still lonely
People Die Like Forest's They Live Strong And Further the world Both Born Into Chaos
The day has darkend And the lagoon has frozen Death could come anytime
loved ones as numbers health care administrator... calculating life
Darkness becomes us Souls in universal roam Eventually http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
a pretty white rose her robe is being filled with tears from someone's eyes
the old grave… unwanted tare adorning my own epitaph
The moonlight shimmers Skeleton on a pushbike Coins for a dead man
thoughts quickly spinning, devil in my ear grinning, forgot all again.
I didn't leave much of a footprint, but I did touch a few people.
. Bengal Tiger Grrreat Excellent warrior land Superb fisherman
Brown leaf hangs on tree. Struggling to stay for longer before it must... Fell.
crimson poppies sprinkle the fields - sorrow
You're a lover boy Devouring arsenic No more pretty face
a well built castle and, what happened to the trees? deforestation
Behold the river Where Charon plies his grim trade Ferrying the dead
I HAVE NOTHING Nothing is enough Everyone wants more and more Spring is far away DEATH The soul will depart One day you will be no more Crows roost calling loud THRONES Gods galore rule now Thrones made from enemies heads Feathers on a scale MORPHED Morphed into the air I am forever hidden The water fall drips
Summer floods and death. Despair sorrow, some homeless. Barriers in future?
Mushrooms grow in yards, are plucked for tonight's supper, but grow back by morn.
The air is fire and water, He walks amongst the bodies, I do not breathe here.
A Tree Softly Weeps, It's Boughs Over Fruitful Earth, Until Death Ensues.
Sunset wrapped around me, Twilight quieted my fears, Starlight smoothed my brow The clouds drifting by cradled me In their lumpy beds while Raindrops sang a melody to Your memory... I am loving you still... Morning dew whispers your name. Cynthia APWLTS 9:06 P.M. jULY 2, 2013 By Cynthiaapwlts © 2013 Cynthiaapwlts (All rights reserved)
deplete calyx is weeping from the cloud kitten Taylor passed To D Elizabeth R Taylor
I stand at the grave, amidst the black clothed mourners, it is I who died.
White mouse with cheese runs Siamese cat one-half paw Behind, what faces
Kill my beloved, See him to his early grave, Our love has ended.
Pigs in a mud hole, Glorious in contentment. Ah, but soon bacon!
ship sinks deep waters child clutching blanket of hope dead mother waiting
Who understood them- The waves- clinging to their feet. Nature's fatal force.
In the dark you wait for shadows of loved ones past to show you the light.
ghosts live in their minds elephants do remember feel it in their bones (January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Sun lights up the earth Warms Nature's grounded bodies Dries out the Flora's blood
Hemingway once said "All great stories end in death." So do all great lives.
last kiss before dying how tragic Tribute To Our Loved Ones On The Other Side {R.I.P.}
Not knowing the answer in a rotten action, I ask, "Where is my charming And where is my desire?" From "Inland"
Labor Day honoring those served with remembrence Tribute To Fallen Soldiers R.I.P.
In a lava's realm, Here, were innocent creatures. But now- the sun sets.
Many men fallen, Carcass, the vultures calling Survival twisted Even in blizzards Spot the circling buzzards spy; Carrion cleaners Birds of prey, pray swoop Deceased unaware souls lost Carried on the winds. Tribute to Leon Stacey's " Casualties of War "
Cut I have the noose Setting all free now you choose The spice of death, life
Look upon death as a shadow offering shade from the sweat of life.
Danger in the snow. Icicles falling off lines. Stabbing broken hearts
Ribbons from her wrist; dip the bath, to amber still. Stain her porcelain.
A tree is now dead. How would Joyce Kilmer react if he could see it?
10:AM 29 Oct 2014 Leaves fall to decay Turning to food for next year To make new green leaves
Falling from the cliff Wishing I would sprout large wings Now I fly to death
Full moon is turning Shadowy waning crescent Death of Liz Taylor
A Monk finds a skull A skull finds a monk Both exchanges death 5-5-5
gate to rising sun corridor to afterlife chamber of deceased
. Shasta Daisy white Yellow face to light teardrop Burdock passed gone
Red Ball – Haiku Giant object, round Red, drifts on the lake closer Reach ball, touch, slip, drown
Surrounded by fog, Ghostly ocean moves shipwrecks, Rocks become tombstones.
Immaculate Son Sent for division, not peace Giving His sentence, He is not guilty. But as blood drips from his blade, He cries out for life.
shrines to those they lost dotting the southwest highways there are so many
Prize trophy to bag Alone on top like a flag The herd's trusty stag By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX
Fleeting, life's a dream, Sinking into the darkness, We wake to nothing.
Satan brings you "joy" Until you die in his arms Of fire and brimstone
the ghost of dead tree comes in new form, reflecting the artist's image
Knuckle white knight soars Over cliffs on stormy shores Her majesty's broken oars
Longing to find end, Boredom comforting my soul; Seeking love for eternal.
magnificent tree shading the ground quietly death to life below Russell Sivey Entrant into Destroyer A Poet's(I believe Linda) "any Haiku will do" contest
After long dry spell Rain hatches deer tick babies Hungry bringing death
For security guard at my shadow distance death affirmation
The passing of a ship, on the river Styx, the sails fully unfurled.
I should have been there, Even while your morphine dripped, Now gone forever.
skeletons within past or present from future flesh always to dust (February 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
two shoes lie mirrored forgotten when spring cleaning - the wake remembered The use of 'lie' in line 1 is meant, a play on words to try and create a double image / feeling depending on how it is read. 1. Two shoes laying side by side, a mirror reflection of each other 2. The shoes, just by their presence there imply that they are used, which as the reader discovers later in the Haiku is in fact a lie.
I fear not the night for I believe in the day I fear only my fall
My tale of darkness Begins on the witching hour When the moon shines bright An evil witch dies She is reborn within you Your torment builds slow Reborn with magic She overtakes your soul quick. Now you are fiendish
There is life in death Perfect symmetry exists Life now unending
lifes steep silty bank deaths deep dark murky river souls last lengthy stride
Black rocks on gray waters Night is bringing one home soon To safety, warmth, love
A puppy whirlwind Less destructive gradually Silent aftermath...
a cold bizarre wind Dimitri's grave diggers yawn only rocks abound
Four birds fly the sky men so trained to kill and die world reborn to mourn
young couple make plans camping gear scattered highway skid marks tell a tale
Echoing Demons Addictions call out his name Death heartlessly waits
Aging leaf, detached spiraling downward, dispatched withering, no more
I'm left with nothing, after darkness sweeps over, my life completely
four by six picture remnants of your precious smile all that's left of you
Life force exiting The soon to be departed Hanging on to life By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX
please do not fear death I know it is but scary but have faith today and keep your feelings at bay
Uninvited guest Who's gruesome presence beckons For whom the bell tolls.
unknown soldier fallen unsung hero without a name Tribute To Our Armed Forces Thanks For Serving
Furry smear black with white Aroma penetrating That smell tells my plight By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX
THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES. I'm fairy nature, come to collect fall's leaf wares to help make a coat. A coat of sunsets, a last breath of summer's glow to wrap up autumn. I disguise myself living amongst the woodlands, squirrels, bugs, birds, bees. Slowly with magic I single handedly turn the seasons over; sweeping winds and driving rains, giving nature rest till spring. I nourish the land. Autumn's blanket becomes crisp, stark, white, purity, I contrast, redecorate new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones. AUTHOR NOTES All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell. 'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does winter's 'blanket' sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'- evokes quieter times... smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or snowy air... taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air. sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and browns...
Idle gnomes glumly guard gravestones ungrateful Immortal sleeps
Tormented soul speaks; Truth in darkness lies buried. Clouds weep bitter tears.
Moldy floating rocks. Deceived by clear sparkling lake. Mirrored polution. for MORNING AMBIENCE contest
The death of a tree Is praised by an inscription There's warm in my house
DICK Big whale Dick Poor soul red hollows Death, harpoon, strikes HARPOON STRIKES Harpoon strikes The whale wails A little water added to the brine SEA BRINE Whale's blood warm as your daughter Your harpoon kills her sibling SIBLING My whale brother Is your meat so soft? Your fat lights Faroe. MOBY Mariners Mars and Venus Moby Dick.
Golden sunrise colors Morning, casting golden rays Yet black of night stays
Freedom Rings By Dane Smith-Johnsen Saddam Hussein's friends Wore body bombs and killed men. But freedom still rings.
I wish they could live forever, but that can't be, my childhood heroes. RIP Leonard Nimoy. Live Long and Prosper.
still water beckons drink deep of my reflection danger lurks elsewhere
Tears run down our face Shots ring though your ears, through streets Blood runs down your hands
Earth's womb is full, it's Time to give birth to encased Bodies, womb groans weight
pulsating quarry lanterns signal midnight hour great northern icon. (January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
trees rise from forgotten graves unkempt weeds
White flies over white In flight, yellow talons grasp Mouse will meet his end. (January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
The fight to survive Understanding where true life All inside ye look
The pain of the past Is where it allways belongs, Today we can heal
Quietly she walks holding back a flood of tears they all sense her pain empty stares behind their eyes as she lay her child to rest ~by Barbara Writes
Unknown peers sleeping In stillness six feet under Awaiting sermon
a new Mother coos the proud papa struts and preens~ bored, the old soul yawns
shed tears on pale blooms tilting in the rain at noon black umbrellas mourn
Above lightning sky, Oak split forest deep inside. Nature dies violent.
Tea kettle whistles; As the life evaporates, The brew soothes the soul. In Loving Memory of Granny Pearl's Heavenly Homecoming
a random drive-by where dealers negotiate~ tots life ebbs away
The sun won't shine on, me but I no longer care, because my life's dead.
Forest is ailing. For her creatures are dying. Soon- her heart will stop.
the mountain is chopped by fragile hands, into parts mysterious sky grieves
The vultures gather For the great feast of the Lord. Buzzards are circling...
Tony tough on crime. He lies, tough on cause of crime. Again lies on Iraq.
the sweet lamb of God who died to cleanse me of sin on Mt Calvary
I am but a ghost, I am not alive nor dead, I am between worlds.
Time is not a friend! The ones who have time are gone! Run from time to live!
The vista: black sleek Sails on horizon going Home to distant shores
Anchored with no slack Moray swims through silent grave Shipwreck breaths with life By Robb A. Kopp
The devil's light shines, eyes like flames but much colder, these are your dead eyes.
tropical retreat bestowed hurricane sirens islanders scurry Tribute To Hurricane Victims
Blood drips down his chin. Fangs flash, a heartbeat ends and night goes on again.
The monstrous tree swings A noose above the carcass Thrown head first to earth.
ashes released~ Red tail Hawk Hovers as loving Hands drop blooms.
mercury's dance tempts me to touch it once out of sight, it is calm bane
Fishes puffed and stiff Seaweed froth as beds for them Red tide dreams tonight...
Four red-tipped petals On each blossomed branch retells His death til he comes.
Within the shadows, Souls of the forgotten lurk; They crave salvation.
Tomorrow will be The first DAY of Forever I shall enjoy it
Goose feathers and blood litter the path. Life and death struggle that was lost.
The blood is too much, I cut my wrists to deeply, I can't stop this death
oh lingering hordes many more than there was good we carried the day
The sky is in flame cracking the edge of our life, no sign of laughter
what's worst than blood lust the shell shock of another war what's worst than trust lost the shell shock of a child lost
No shining light stares, all there is, is cold blackness, my cold hollow life.
in the line of fire the grey silent sky witness unknown tombstones cry
cremation's mourners squawk~ Red tailed Hawk follows Daisies downstream
What tortured soul lies, Dead and unmoving towards life, But my dieing soul.
Your face now a blur lost in the haze of twilight from days long gone by.


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Tepco Says Fukushima Reactors Withstood Earthquake Jolt
Dec. 2 (Bloomberg) -- Tokyo Electric Power Co. said critical units of its Fukushima nuclear plant withstood shaking from the March 11 earthquake, Japan's strongest on record, before being swamped by the tsunami that followed.
The surge knocked out cooling systems that led to meltdowns in three reactors at the Fukushima Dai-Ichi plant and the worst radiation release since Chernobyl in 1986, Tepco concluded in a report on the disaster. About 160,000 people were forced to flee the contamination and many areas near the plant may be uninhabitable for decades, government officials have said.
"This isn't the end of the story. Tepco's analysis needs to be reviewed by independent experts," Tadashi Narabayashi, a former reactor safety researcher at Toshiba Corp. and now a nuclear engineering professor at Hokkaido University, said by phone before the release of the report. "The utility has often made mistakes in simulations that analyzed what happened."
The company's findings will be followed at the end of the month by the release of a government report on its probe into the catastrophe, which is being led by engineering professor Yotaro Hatamura.
Tepco set up an internal committee headed by Vice President Masao Yamazaki in June to investigate the nuclear accident. The 130-page interim report is accompanied by a 314-page attached book on plant data, a 69-page chronology of events and other documents. It was released today in Tokyo.
Radiation Release
"We don't know what the government committee will conclude in its investigation," Yamazaki told reporters in Tokyo. "Even if it reaches a different conclusion, we will insist on the validity of our report."
Tepco's investigation concluded critical units of the station north of Tokyo weren't significantly damaged by the quake because no unusual changes in the plant gauges were detected before the tsunami hit.
"The direct cause of the nuclear accident was the unprecedented tsunami," an advisory body that reviewed the interim report said in a statement. Tepco's lack of preparation made the crisis worse, the body led by Genki Yagawa, an honorary professor of Tokyo University, said.
A report in October from the Norwegian Institute for Air Research suggested there was "some structural damage to the reactor" during the earthquake that caused radiation to start leaking before the tsunami. The study was led by Andreas Stohl, an atmospheric scientist at the institute.
The Tepco committee probing the failures also found there was no explosion in the building of the No. 2 reactor. Three other reactor buildings were severely damaged by hydrogen explosions resulting from the melting of nuclear fuel.
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- Littleton, Colorado, USA
- Birthday
- July 28
- Bio
- I'm a parent of three, one a now-deceased Columbine victim (Daniel), a perfectly lovely 23 year old woman who works in youth services and recently graduated from college, and a gifted and adopted Chinese daughter, age 9. I was an English major, with an abiding interest in literature and writing. I think I'm retired from the world of work. Mostly, I have been a parent (I was never good at multi-tasking anyway). I have a feisty and loving husband, who was a strong advocate of gun control and was instrumental in getting Amendment 22 passed here in Colorado. Even though gun control became passe particularly in the Bush years, it still has a lot of resonance for me (although we Americans seem to adore our weaponry). I'll be blogging some on issues of grief and healing, since these have become areas of particular interest to me since the murder of my son.
- What I Hope People Do Not Say
to Christina Green's Parents
January 11, 2011 06:18PM - A Plebian's Guide to Grief
September 03, 2010 06:39PM - My Daughter's Struggle:
Trauma Through the Years
September 01, 2010 07:24PM - The Mystery of Friendship
(Part I - I Lose a Friend)
September 14, 2009 08:47PM - Why I've Been Away (I've Been
July 17, 2009 11:42PM
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July 24, 2012 01:12PM - "I agree with Latethink,
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What I Hope People Do Not Say to Christina Green's Parents
As I watched news coverage of the Tucson shootings and saw pictures of that delightful child Christina Green, I felt deep dismay, a sense of deja vu, and even a touch of post-traumatic stress syndrome. Sadly, these shootings seem much more real since losing my son in the 1999 Columb… Read full post »
A Plebian's Guide to Grief
I'll be the first to admit it. It's been harder for me to laugh since my son died at Columbine. But not impossible. Even given that I was already saddled with a depressive's emotional set-point a couple of notches below Eeyore the Donkey's.
Grief after the death of a child can… Read full post »
My Daughter's Struggle: Trauma Through the Years
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for? -- Paul McCartney & John Lennon
Lately I have mostly butted… Read full post »
The Mystery of Friendship (Part I - I Lose a Friend)
The longer I live, the more mysterious and luminous friendship seems to me. Since losing my best friend of 30 years to ongoing health issues a couple of years ago, I have struggled to fill the void she left. On paper, my now-deceased friend and I were an unlikely pairing. My… Read full post »
Why I've Been Away (I've Been Baaaad)
Some of you may have noticed my absence over the past month or so. Annette2009 was kind enough to wonder where I'd been. In case anyone was interested, I have variously been (no, not writing a novel).
1. A little depressed
2. On a short vacation to the mountains.
3. … Read full post »
Grief Journey and a Nod to Mr. Chekhov
It's an unfortunate side effect of grief that the bereaved need to tell their stories. Often. Even ad infinitum. I know; it can be tedious, especially to the uninitiated. So, if you're looking for a quick and easy posting about the latest cultural icon, a bit of whimsy, cuttin… Read full post »
Last week I performed a DNA test on my Chinese daughter. It's a simple enough procedure, involving swabbing the inside of the cheek, placing the swabs in a sealed package and fed exing them to a laboratory where they are compared with those of the purported relative. Earlier in the month,… Read full post »
To the Religious Lady in the Piano Studio Waiting Room:
I would appreciate it if you would notice that we are enclosed together in a very small space, probably 10' x 10' or less. Therefore, this may not be the best of all places to carry on a loud conversation on… Read full post »
This is a story of, if not betrayal, then at least failure to be there for someone until the bitter end. I don't offer it as a story of which I'm proud. Mostly, it's about my friend and OCD, and about being ground down. Not everyone is always "strong in the… Read full post »
I never thought I'd be an older parent. Adopted by an older couple myself as an infant, I was uniquely aware of the challenges faced by having to bridge not one, but two generations. Mom and Dad, though caring people, were (and I say this with all kindness) a bit… Read full post »
I'll Be Glad When April 20th is Over!
I will just be glad when April 20th is over. Hopefully the brouhaha will mostly subside as soon as the 10th anniversary of the Columbine shootings passes. In prior years I have both attended and not attended some of the various memorials. I did not attend the 5th year remembrance at… Read full post »
Yesterday morning I awoke with a start to a rant. My husband's ranting again, but at whom? I threw on my robe and went downstairs only to hear my husband slam down the phone. "What was THAT all about?" I asked. Turns out that he'd just gotten off the phone with… Read full post »
No, I'm not obsessed, although certainly still haunted. But I had to share my thoughts about Dave Cullen's "Columbine." I didn't think I'd be able to, but I finished the book this a.m. It has a high level of readability and quickly paced narrative style. In short, it's a… Read full post »
The above is a picture of our boy Daniel at four. Never thought he'd grow up to be a murder victim at 15. Still less that he'd be murdered in what I always considered sanctuary: the high school library (at Columbine).
All things considered, we're still better of… Read full post »
I was in the bookstore today here in Littleton, Colorado, looking for Dave Cullen's new book on Columbine. I should mention I am the parent of fifteen year old Daniel Mauser, one of the deceased victims. To say that I had looked forward to the release of this book is not… Read full post »
We bid farewell to my eldest daughter's Mazda Protege not long ago. She totaled it. Faithful throughout high school, college and a bit beyond, it endured for many miles, as Japanese cars tend to do. The collision was unfortunately my daughter's fault. Overly tired in heavy tra… Read full post »
If I were writing a book about Columbine, these would be the chapters and brief descriptions thereof
I. Utterly gut-wrenching pain and the immediate aftermath. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy. Your soul has been seared. Permanently. I am not the same… Read full post »
Hi. I've decided to begin blogging to see if it can help me with my residual grief. Almost 10 years ago I lost my only son at Columbine High School in the infamous school shooting. Since then, it would not be an exaggeration to say that I've been on some sort… Read full post »


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