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85 results for 'death'


By JennyT, published on Aug 27, 2013

I Plunged into clear; whilst murky

slept beneath avoiding air bubbled skin bring boats; navigate the coast in search of me; my thoughts you won't recover yet I fear not breath in my lungs will expire soon, my last farewell to life and loves that I have known

yet there is peace floating washed; nudged in silence like your hand in darkness across a wavy bed for our fingers never held in love a Strike would find its way ~ as waves CraSH towards the shore in search of rest; the current pulled them back as I with you returned for insults; punishment

I lay with one last... (more)

Tags: relationships, death, abuse, escape, fictional writing, finding peace

All Hell Let Loose

By Uttam Gill, published on Jun 23, 2013 do their job…May I ask why they were not there first to report and to take up incessantly the matter of eco-imbalance years ago…They could have done so…

This is shocking and the country men are watching with horror…For God sake right now let’s not buy any argument from the death of thousands and the miseries of millions…And Media… you are out there not on expedition but on mission…Do your job with prayer on your lips and humility in your heart…Let’s pray for them who died there in this calamity…And also for others who survived…may God give them strength... (more)

Tags: death, rain, disaster, rescue, calamity, flood, himalayas, kedarnath, uttrakhand, evacuation, landslide, deluge

Rites of Return – an African cemetery in New York City.

By iancochrane, published on Jun 5, 2013

Just off Broadway I’m in a side street by City Hall, the ubiquitous New York crowds somehow missing, the hum of traffic vague and distant.

A lonesome monument sits silent and tucked in the shadow of City Planning offices and a 30-storey Federal skyscraper; that building’s construction leading to the 1991 discovery of the largest North American cemetery of Africans and those of African descent. This is a small corner of a much larger 17th and 18th Century ‘Negros Buriel Ground’, originally 2.6Ha and the resting place of 15,000 men, women and children.

With New York’s voracious... (more)

Tags: new york, death, african burial ground, lower manhattan, negros buriel ground

Sweet-Smelling Symbols

By melanie jean juneau, published on May 22, 2013

...White lilies symbolize chastity and virtue. Of course they are the symbol of the Virgin Mary’s purity and her role as Queen of the Angels. As the flowers most often associated with funerals, lilies still symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death. No wonder we fill churches and our homes with lilies for Easter, as we celebrate Christs’ victory over death.

If we cannot speak, flowers will speak for us. So, I offer this bouquet up for all those who grieve today in Oklahoma but also for all those who are grieving in obscurity,... (more)

Tags: death, heaven, flowers

The Death Of A Giant

By Scorpion Sting, published on May 15, 2013

I was always taught that all things are born and the destined to die. I don't think there has ever been a time in my life where the death of something made me overly sad. I have had to question but only one death in my life and that was my fathers'. As I found out late yesterday afternoon when arriving home after picking my son up from a friends is I should have cut a certain old giant down many years ago. I could never bring myself to cutting it down tho, it has grown, thrived, and survived in that very spot for who knows how long. It has weathered countless storms and the severity of the... (more)

Tags: death, life, tree, giant

Finding A Treasure By Accident

By Scorpion Sting, published on Apr 25, 2013

First of all, let this serve as a lesson on how to be reminded that your wife is always in charge. Whether you want to accept this little factoid or not is not the question, but it is definitely the answer. Even tho I am very good at what I do some things are a pretty hard sell. But, I am getting ahead of myself totally here. So, Let me start at the beginning where everything started so y'all don't get even more lost than usual. Anyway, not too terribly long ago I got a phone call from my mother-in-law where she proceeded to explain to me that her cousin's uncle's father's niece's father (or... (more)

Tags: family, death, property, house, wife, son, treasure, truck, project

After the Opera – the sad passing of Marzipan the cat.

By iancochrane, published on Mar 26, 2013

Many in Melbourne this week are mourning the passing of Marzipan, the grand old tortoiseshell of the city’s theatre scene. The much-loved Astor cat died on Sunday 24th March 2013 Australian Eastern Daylight Time, after a lingering illness at the ripe old age of 21 years.

It was back in the early 90s when Marzipan made her debut, having appeared as a courageous young starlet from under a truck parked out front of the Astor; sashaying up the steps and through the front door, thereby claiming the theatre as her own.

With her arrival, Melbournians quickly took Marzipan to their hearts... (more)

Tags: death, melbourne, cat, mourning, astor theatre, marzipan, st kilda

Wandering in the Night

By Annie44, published on Mar 9, 2013

A few years ago I started taking walks at all hours of the night. My sleep patterns were really off and I could only lay it down for brief periods before I was up again…hot as a Cape Canaveral Lift-off. Menopause sucks…pre…post…or anything in between.

Instead of staring into the darkness of my bedroom for hours at a time I would venture into the night for some exercise. Yes, I realize it’s not the safest thing to do as a single woman, but I had mace!… and a dog. The never tested mace is at least ten years old…the dog is older and loves strangers. Combined they gave me just the false... (more)

Tags: relationships, death, sorrow, endings

All at Sea - to where there be dragons.

By iancochrane, published on Mar 4, 2013

...apparently choosing last night’s tide to navigate these reef-strewn islands in total darkness.

After dinner we’re joined beachside by the mystery captain; a lone Brit sailor making his way around the world. Robert is a retired London Doctor, having always wanted to sail. With the death of his long-time wife, he bought the yacht and took lessons, leaving Bristol to see the world. With the wryest smile, he relates his first adventure; alone and stranded on Spanish sandbanks. Robert pushes the salt shaker along the bar. He’s not concerned with any danger. “Things will always ... (more)

Tags: death, life, sailing, pacific, change, fiji, kadavu island, matana beach

My Last Days With My Sister- Friend.

By Barbara MacDonald , published on Mar 3, 2013

Wishing none had to travel this path, but knowing too many do...

Looking into your beautiful eyes I read your thoughts. Your eyes speak..saying..." I am here, I am so very tired...but I am still here." I know this is the last fight of your life. What glory I see blossoming now in you. Is no longer about a long simply about a real authentic life. Something in your soul reaches out with all the courage and defiance you held inside for so very long. All the times people made you feel "less than", unimportant, no longer useful. I use to cry for this, as I felt your pain... (more)

Tags: death, peace, friend, ashes, crossing over

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