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Christos Rigakos Sep 2012
my wedding photo hints of some foul play
          of death, destruction lurking, looming 'round
as four have cracked or burrowed under ground
          while two remain who yet have lived to stay
for two by two the years have counted them          
who've left this picture someone has condemned
          and neither they nor evil can be found

from left to clockwise tragedy has struck
          this picture taken in 2004
a blissful wedding day with bliss in store
          has seen no bliss yet only jet black luck          
for two years is the pattern found within
as if installments paid for unknown sin
          and two by two the years have taken more

2006 my brother passed too soon
          at thirty this was not his time to go
from one disease a cure does not yet know
          and from his loss we still are not immune
as one by one his organs fell asleep
until he too slipped through, we couldn't keep
          and he was just a prelude to this show

2008 my grandpa, ninety-five
          had lived a healthy, fruitful fulfilled life,
outlived even his loving doting wife
          by eight years more the man remained alive
for two years of his grandson was berieved
whose name he often spoke of as he grieved
          an old man overwhelmed with burdened strife

2010 the blissful pair had split
          whose wedding day this picture to us bore
after six years her joy had been no more
          explaining that my throne no longer fit
for i'd become a burden to her cause
and cut off, bleeding freely without gauze
          i cannot find the life i had before

2012 my father's heart had failed,
          in April he was saved but for a spell
until in May his heart one last time fell
          despite all of our efforts as we railed
and as it were, a grandson he'd not see
a son of my wife's flesh enjoined to me
          now how this pattern plays i cannot tell

the back row in the picture's marred complete
          the front row bears the two that now remain
this pattern of two years i can't explain
          but if continues more will see defeat
the clockwise movement left to right is done
now right to left the foreground move will run
          2014 promises new stain

the next in line, my mother in two years
          and two years after her my aunt is left
then i will be of everyone bereft
          an orphan, fate fulfilling all my fears
by this 2016 none may laugh
but one, this silent chilling photograph
          completing all my family's great theft

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
This is true.  In my wedding photograph a tragedy happens to each person within the photo every two years.  Everyone in the back row has met a tragedy.  Now two remain in the front row.  It may be a simple coincidence, but if the pattern continues, I look forward to another funeral in 2014 and one more in 2016.  I hope I am wrong.

Written in a style similar to that found in Shakespeare's VENUS and ADONIS, or James Thomson's CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT.
Khoisan  Oct 2018
A new dawn
Khoisan Oct 2018
He noticed the diminishing light
Unafraid He steps into the rushing rapids he wades in beneath the dreary depth
Engulfed heavy laiden he trudges toward the dark torment of the
Everlasting abyss following the skylight and the torch on the hand of the berieved garnishes hope
From within the light of the living
With a spirit of power in the blood
He overcame death emerging victorious
Releasing grace and life everlasting
A new dawn in this mournful age
Amen
Joe Cole Aug 2015
Mangled flesh and shattered bone
The remains of what was once a man
I knew not where he came from, never knew his name
Once a fit young soldier
Now just mangled raw remains
Does it really matter?
Just another families shattered dreams
Another family berieved
Casualty of war, just a name upon a page
Will the generals care about just another grave
Well we gathered up the pieces
About ten pounds of raw red meat
Put sand inside the casket
To help make up the weight
They'll tell you your son died a hero's death
As all our young men do
In truth his limbs were trembling
As the mine he stepped on blew
Oh yes he died for glory on that fateful day
In truth he died for nothing
Just another name on another wooden cross
uzzi obinna Feb 2020
Relationships might be broken,
Love may still remain,
When memories are beautiful,
Break-ups drive us insane;

When your angel is a beauty,
Your heart bleeds when they leave,
With eyes shut you will see them,
Even with yourheart being berieved;

Your love couldn't keep her,
Neither will your pain do
This woman is your jewel,
Your peace and angel too;

A rose with her petals,
And her thorns too,
A treasure you admire,
That comes back new;

Are you the reason she is broken,
And the reason she smiled too?
Did she plan it to be a one-off,
Were your feelings sincere and true?

Words can not describe it,
The hurt you feel inside,
And though it burns you deeply,
It cold be tough on her side;

She will always be your angel,
Your sun, moon and shine,
Your memories will b remebered,
Hopefully she'll be back sometime.
Wrote this as i walked on a street this morning. I was reading aloud while i walked. I guess neighbours and motorists must have thought that i have gone mad.

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