The Cold Earth Opens Wide Its Maw

THE COLD EARTH OPENS WIDE ITS MAW
By PoeticMeditations

The cold earth opens wide its maw
To receive the body – dust to dust
To each is owed a death is law
Even stout iron breaks down to rust.

Laid to rest this vessel of clay
The once-beating heart now beats no more
The eye no more the light of day
Time unending spreads out before.

Silence heavy the only sound
Save the sorrow of the wailing wind
Darkness thick now lays all around
Death has come for life to rescind.

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Gone, the Soul Has Now Departed

GONE, THE SOUL HAS NOW DEPARTED
By PoeticMeditations

Gone, the soul has now departed
Where, I cannot comprehend
Finished now that which was started
Time has now come for the end.

Left nothing but this empty shell
Hollow – void of any life
Fled the soul where it once did dwell
Gone the struggles, gone the strife.

Come now the hard-won, peaceful rest
Taste its sweet, poignant savor
Come now the blissful sleep so blest
From all our tears and labor.

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One More Star Has Been Added to the Night

ONE MORE STAR HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE NIGHT
By PoeticMeditations

One more star has been added to the night
Pure, unblemished, it brightly shines
Upon the earth its celestial light
Here but yesterday, today is gone.

Cut all too short life’s brief, sweet, bitter song
A span of breath before darkness falls
Few answers given for which we long
Eyes now opened to all that lays before.

For the unfathomable unknowing lies unconcealed
The great mystery of what lies beyond has been revealed.

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Blue is Now the Color of the Sky

BLUE IS NOW THE COLOR OF THE SKY
By PoeticMeditations

Blue is now the color of the sky
That once was painted gray
Green is now the color of the trees
That once were barren limbs.

The air is filled with chirping birds
No birds before had sung
The blazing sun beams brightly down
Where wanly it had burned.

Now alone I stand in silence
Beside her quiet grave
Where she was laid to final rest
On that bitter, cold winter day.

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Words are Twisted into Lies

WORDS ARE TWISTED INTO LIES
By PoeticMeditations

Words are twisted into lies
Obscenities have become our currency
Buzzing around our heads like a swarm of flies
Abused such words as truth and integrity.

Defaced their form beyond all recognition
Defiled and broken, these words must be mended
Through our poets’ pens priestly ministrations
Their true virtue be once again defended.

Restored the sanctuary – again made whole,
So words again comfort and heal the wounded soul.

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An Ode to Autumn

AN ODE TO AUTUMN
By PoeticMeditations

Apple-crisp air, bright blue and cloudless
Wind-rustled leaves donning colorful attire
A choir of birds singing hymns joyful and pious
Cedar incense wafting from a crackling fire.

A squirrel snug in its tree nest secure
With a host of stars at night burning bright and clear
The village unaware of the morning’s allure
Together forming a prayer of peace and good cheer.

Blesséd hope for tomorrow’s promises still yet to be born
So it must have been in the garden on that first autumn morn.

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The Good Life

THE GOOD LIFE
By PoeticMeditations

A pile of bills to pay every month along with the rent
Long gone the weekly paycheck – in the bank left not a cent
An unhappy wife that nags from sunrise to sundown
Each day I’m not so sure how long she’ll be sticking around.

If I’d win the lottery, all my problems would be solved
I’d buy whatever I wanted – no more worries at all
If only I landed that high-paying dream job so sweet
And married that dream girl – I’d be living on Easy Street.

But deep down inside, I know this life I’ve been given
With all its soul-wearying hardships is really true livin’
The rich man with his millions must be bored out of his skull
Drinking champagne every day, like everything else, becomes dull.

So with this life I’ve been born with, I’ll learn to be content
With my wife by my side and strugglin’ each month to pay the rent.

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