Death and Fate

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Death and Fate

He is the bringer
of mass destruction;
play his game-
play it well.
There is no room
for second chances-
win or loose
and close the deal.
Bluff and find
his hand is better;
bet and all to soon you find;
death does not
rely on chance,
when it comes
to frame of mind.
Victory
taste all the sweeter,
when prelude
to bitter guile.
You are weak,
he's always stronger-
do not fight,
give up your life.
Fate steps forth,
it's time to forfeit;
cash your chips
reserve your place;
After all,
life is but a passage-
a single story,
played out on a page.
A page of life
that has been written
and it is
time
       to
         close
                 the
                     book..

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Mareann commented on Death and Fate

10-23-2009

Right on! ... you gave strong testimony on this. Great Job! powerful, meaningful words, loved it. thanks for posting. Mareann

bforibus commented on Death and Fate

10-13-2009

very gloom. so without hope this character is. its acceptance of death makes this character the most dangerous of all emotions.

mamasan commented on Death and Fate

10-12-2009

Yes, indeed the page of violence and injustice and destruction has been written; seemingly, over and over again thru the ages. Indeed I feel the sordid mess history is playing out for us to witness; is the same old story of man seemingly bent on a suicide bent. And, I wonder, if that is why man is looking to enter a new exploration outside of t he realm of earth and in to the moon. May it never happen; or I am sure the devastation they have wrought here will follow them there. Just recently when they bumped purposely in to the moon to look for water; I seen in my mind's eye....the picture of that great American Indian with tears running down the worn furrows of his face. Aye.......aye.......

rougepriest commented on Death and Fate

09-28-2009

interesting poem the way you use death and gambling to make the point and end with a book, cool the way you did that

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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