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You have until the 27th of June to post a poem, and June 28-July 1, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best.

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: The Final Curtain

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!

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Ryan | 5334 comments Thank you, Leslie. You do an amazing job as a mod :)

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Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : Death Casts A Shadow
Poet : Edward Davies

Death casts a shadow
It’s dark and it’s deep
It wraps all around us
Through waking and sleep

Death casts a shadow
It’s hard to escape
It’s there from our birth
As our lives take their shape

Death casts a shadow
Of that I am certain
It drapes on our lives
Like the most final curtain

Death casts a shadow
It’s long and it’s wide
It stretches to heaven
Casts shade where she died.

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Enzo | 105 comments Final
By: Kerry Blake

Keep in mind, I tell myself,
Everything exists for goodness.
No more evil, no more sorrow,
No more worry, no more pain.

For, where evil exists,
Good will always outlast it.
It is just another test,
Meant to get you into Paradise.

When you reach this door, this gate,
You will finally understand
That the treacherous path you’ve taken
Was merely to lead you to this place.

If you reach this place,
You will have the eyes of an eagle;
Seeing, knowing all that was once concealed,
Like you've finally sewn together the thread of reality.

Reality stares you in the face,
And all the while you stare back;
It’s like you’ve finally opened your eyes,
Or a new pair of glasses are on your head.

This is key to all reality-
This path unto this door-
But this you only realize
When Death’s door has finally closed.

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Death on Broadway by: Melissa Andres
(Feedback Welcome!)

The theater was magical
A veritable fantasy land
She clutched her program
Within a jeweled hand.

She should be up there
Making her debut
But she was old now
And her dreams were few.

She smiled with glee
As the lights went dim
Dabbing her weepy eyes
Red around the rims.

Sitting in her usual seat
Often as most nights
She allowed the story
To lift her and take flight.

Her heart did a flutter
Deep down in her chest
Theater was breathtaking
She somehow felt so blessed.

Her eyes began to close
And her head began to nod
When she heard a voice
Could it be Almighty God?

An audience of angels
Her name they did call
T’was then she realized
Her final curtain had to fall.

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Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Feedback and comments are welcome.

Cat closes its eye and the world goes dark

Surely there are things better for me to do
Than cleaning my room or making my bed
Sweeping the trash under the said bed that's left
Unkempt under the covers, "it's over", I said;
The lesson of responsibility or
The lesson to clean up after myself
Never to be learned; and I would be mad
To not feel happy with things as in itself.
And I wonder that's why we shut ourselves
Away from things we don't want to believe
Living in a world of our principles
And self-righteousness we deceive
Ourselves in a stupor of happiness
Turning a blind eye to the darkness
Thus drawing the final curtain over
Our eyes to the truths of the world's carcass.

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Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments This one is old, from Alien to Any Skin. But still open to critique and feedback.


Last Words

Being exposed to the elements,
the point of this spear
has gone
almost the way
of dust.

It has no memory
of skin and blood.

It has no memory
who held it first, last.

It is just one of many,
an echo of defeat
or conquest.

All who wish to keep
their grip on the rest
will surrender to the weaver

of myths and songs.
The last words
will never flow
from the lips of an emperor.

August 2007

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Meenakshi Raina | 32 comments The Last Call

My worst fear is what if
I die a sudden death,
where unexpectedly I am
deprived of my breath.

I want death to be kind
approach in steps small,
and when I hear them louder
I know it is the last call.

A similar wish to God
my grandma also made,
I heard her many times
when sincerely she prayed.

Fortunate was my grandma
now I keep wishing on a star,
and I hope God listens to
what I fear for.

Death is the ultimate truth
and life has to descend,
I don't want my loved ones
to face my abrupt end.

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C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 639 comments Feedback welcome.

Title: Final Call
By: CP Cabaniss

Name over the speakers
Final curtain call
A flourish
A bow
A kiss blown away
Curtain falls
All is dark
A sigh
A breath
A whisper into stillness
All is quiet
All is finished

message 10: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4216 comments Better late than never here are Week 316's poll results. I am proud of everyone who entered regardless of who received more votes than another!

Last Words by Jim received first place!
Also in a two-person win is The Last Call by Meenakshi and Death Casts a Shadow by Edward who each went in second place!

Congrats to all who entered!

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