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. . .Death Creep Easy

Updated on November 25, 2016
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

 Wind swept them from the  path but the Crane Queen and  Emma found their way to the  heart of Winter
Wind swept them from the path but the Crane Queen and Emma found their way to the heart of Winter | Source

Death creep easy on silent foot cradling life in snow white hand
Terror of silence sleeps in humble abodes of forgotten land.
The ragged spirit of yore and yonder lives
Raging words that curse youth, caring, and gives.

Walking sleepily, drowsily slowly to the gate
Eating a dreamer's sight so early and so late.
He ne'er thought on his tallied morn
The total, the sum of tears, years he'd torn.

A lonely songbird grieves her notes of shape
Trembling the unseen wall no hand will create.
A drop, a line, a stone dropped on the land
A lie, a promise, a gift from no threatened demand.

Spirit of the Queen
Spirit of the Queen | Source

Death walk quick on elderly feet of stone
Laughing a laugh out of rhyme and tutored tone.
Slamming his fist upon a chest once young
Closing the ending and spitting out what was begun.

Turtles watch softly her silky, silken hair
Her neck of jade that pierces kingdom's air.
Eyes of diamond see only priceless names to love
Denies him below and embraces existence above.

"Here's my prayer! Here's my wish," she humbly staggers her words
Applause of hands and farmer's bands a winking eyes of scarlet birds.
Walk easy here, Death oh forsaken barb I see
In you no pity. In you no city. In you no pain or decree.

Queen of Hearts5
Queen of Hearts5 | Source

Hair let down of golden curls and beauty unfurls
A queen once crowned a name envied of renown.
Her jesters bow to phantoms standing by
While magicians few with fair maidens cry.

Skies go dark the king's countenance falls
His chidish giggles cease give way to cries in halls.
Her sails are strong, but captains weak from woe
One ship of Spanish lore a friend who vows to die and row.

Now clean and bathed she dresses in gowns of old
Death creep loudly here to bring down lovers bold.
Silent breathing and anger seething she winks at captain mute
Bowing to clouds, a heartless clue, no applause just lonely tribute.

© 2016 Kenneth Avery

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 12 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Enjoyed this. You are a master at poetic story telling.

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      Graham Lee 12 months ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Kenneth. Without doubt you are a master of language and pros. An absolute delight.

      Graham.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 12 months ago from Southern Illinois

      TheoNatureBoy. I have always wanted to believe in reincarnation. I hope it is true. Yes, your friend had an easy death it seems.

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 12 months ago from Washington DC

      @always exploring: I had a friend who discarnated while sitting on her bed with her hands in the prayer mode and remained that way until the undertaker came to get her, is that easy or not?

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 12 months ago from Southern Illinois

      A story told in rhyme which is beautifully expressed. Does death come easy? I don't think so, but who knows for sure? The queen's beauty fades as she grows old, but she remembers days of grandeur. Enjoyed reading.

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 12 months ago from Washington DC

      A story told in rhyme, well done my friend.

      But, I don't see what you are calling death as death.

      According to my understanding death is "any person no longer interested in mentally or intellectually growing" which makes what you described be discarnation. Almost all writings called scripture reveals reincarnation in one form or another but because, especially in the west, there is little but growing recognition of it few people are willing to express it for being afraid of ridicule.

      Like I said, it is well written and I'm a poet more so than a prose writer since poetry has what is called "poetic licenses" and I make many grammatical errors. Maybe one day I will publish one other than https://hubpages.com/religion-philosophy/The-Messi... already published.

      Peace,

      Elijah

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      DreamerMeg 12 months ago from Northern Ireland

      Some very powerful metaphors here. The 'slamming fist on chest' one was particularly descriptive.

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      John Hansen 12 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Another wonderful verse, Kenneth. You are a very accomplished poet.