Tag Archives: death

Suicide Door

Suicide – such a nasty, nasty thing.
What measures bring it –
which have gone unseen?

Tis eye for eye, or I for nay,
but never in-between…
As thoughts degrade us – nearly fade us
bringing a death unclean.

For as the body lay –
in death’s embracing way –
mourners shower the day –
with tears of thoughtless loss.

For there lays he –
death certainty –
as others bear his cross.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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Death Awaits

Death declares her mighty blow
upon the sleeping hours –
when silence muffs the bells below
for eternity to devour.

We hope, we pray to know the time,
for orderliness to last our while –
but death sheds her cape divine
and steals away goodbyes.

As forever more the bell should strike,
our masses join in memory –
to shed our tears for those beloved –
now gone to history.

Death awaits, atop her perch
living only to die.
And so beseech thee death – dark visitor –
“Why not I?”

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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A Morrison Dream

A moment pass
a fragrance of yellow flowers…
A french door to no where
But Doors to everywhere.

Oh where oh where can he be
soaking up life on Rue Beautreillis…
A pint, a quart, a gallon or two,
rotting the innards of people like you.

Die, die, die you fool.
Chase a dragon in the pool.
Your bitch is nothing but a tool
and you are but a London Fog fool.
Your stage is nothing but drool.

Life should end at twenty seven,
a man should float twixt hell and heaven.
But nere a man, a childish soul….
fights to live and dies a fool….

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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Wilted

Three thousand roses –
wilted.
The waves crash close by.
They don’t care.

A new life begins
Tears of the rose are washed away.
And what might the young one say
As these lives fade to gray?

Wilted.
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In honor of the many loved and brave countrymen of 09/11/2001…. Lest we forget.
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“Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.”

William Butler Yeats….

© 2012 John Richter


Frozen Tears

It was just a small corner…..
a tear fell upon its shine.
Her coffin gleamed the winter warmer
on this coldest day of mine.
 
Her breadth was not a burden,
Mother never was.
Her life ended so sudden,
and off to Heaven because…
 
I don’t know…..
 
But I listened to the priest,
though I can’t remember his face.
Eternal bliss and happiness,
and always a better place.
 
And while his words ran me through,
as the sun and snow played peek-a-boo,
and angels sang their chorus too,
life’s beginning began anew….
 
I found my gaze upon that tear,
it suddenly became quite clear:
Now frozen solid against her cask
just a mar within life’s new task.
 
That I should live for her,
and her for our tears.
And as love may ever occur,
She shines through out the years…