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Omega Elegeia by Stewart Stafford
This master of words hath no more,
The hand that penned them stilled,
What you read is an epitaph,
The remnant body of work willed.
Honour and cherish this legacy,
As his flesh and bone are dust,
His poetic flame snuffed hither,
His spirit flown, in that, we trust.
His face was familiar to many,
But known to a precious few,
Now 'tis hidden forevermore,
Covertly in plain sight, anew.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
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The Inevitable Tide by Stewart Stafford
The inevitable tide comes,
To claim every one of us,
Whether sufficient breath of life,
Is inhaled deep or forsaken.
Then let them bend and screech,
Their hearsay and homilies,
To rake the ashes of earthly remains,
In our final resting place.
The person no longer lingers,
Gone to Paradise or Hell,
Purgatory or mere rotting decay,
A ghostly rose bled white on binding soil.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.
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