Posted by Brad Osborne on December 30, 2021 · 18 Comments
You have resurrected the man,
Saved a parched and dying land…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 16, 2021 · 17 Comments
Death has waited too long,
To win in fatal sport,
Life is more of a sprint,
Time is always short…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 30, 2021 · 19 Comments
It is not darkness that I see,
In my life destined by brevity…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with continuation, death, dying, family, fulfillment, life, loss, love, loved one, partner, poem, Poetry, spouse, strict form poetry, uncompromised
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 27, 2020 · 16 Comments
You have resurrected the man,
Saved a parched and dying land…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with blessings, drought, dying, kisses, parched, poem, Poetry, rain, refuge, saved, scorched, strict form poetry, thirsty, water, wishful
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 14, 2020 · 13 Comments
Death has waited too long,
To win in fatal sport,
Life is more of a sprint,
Time is always short…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with death, dying, grim reaper, immortality, late, life, Life lessons, living, living to the fullest, poem, Poetry, sprint, strict form poetry, time, winning
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 21, 2020 · 17 Comments
I knew that you would come in time,
Robed boatsman on black Stygian float…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with death, dying, fear, fighting, graveyard, heaven, immortality, life, living, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry, Styx, time
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 3, 2020 · 22 Comments
It is not darkness that I see,
In my life destined by brevity…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with continuation, death, dying, family, fulfillment, life, loss, love, loved one, partner, poem, Poetry, spouse, strict form poetry, uncompromised
Posted by Brad Osborne on January 22, 2020 · 18 Comments
Do not send me off this way,
With tears and woeful cries,
Let me think that my last day,
Will be seen through happy eyes.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with celebration of life, death, dying, final wishes, funeral, grief, grieving, laughter, life, loss, memories, open form poetry, poem, Poetry, sadness
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