Baskadia

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.

Rivers Pastor Sentenced To Death By Hanging

Pastor Chidiebere Okoroafor, the General Overseer of the Altar of Solution and Healing Assembly based in Oyigbo, Rivers State, has been handed a death sentence by a High Court sitting in Port Harcourt for multiple murders. Okoroafor was standing trial for killing his choir mistress, Orlunma Nwagba, who he allegedly impregnated. He was also facing murder charges for the killing of Orlunma’s friend, Chigozie Ezenwa, and her 11 months old baby girl, Cresabel, on December 11, 2017, in the Oyigbo Loc

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS

Losing a parent when you've barely even had a chance to know them is just something else I cannot comprehend. I lost my papa just before I turned a year old. The only memory I have of him is photos...he only had 3 existing photos left behind. I feel and know I love him;...the resemblance and the smile he left portray the hero that brought me to this world. Every Father's Day is a celebration and a moment of silence for the man I did not get a chance to pay my last respect to. I know life would have been better and different if he was present. My life choices would be guided just by the presence of his being. My family would not be broken at such a fragile age. All I can ask is "Why so soon Daddy?" I know someone else was shattered more than I could ever be....My Mama. I write this because her strength has held us two as a family and raised a strong woman inside. Her hard work and sacrifices have broken boundaries. MAY ALL THE SOULS OF OUR LOST PAPAs REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

Oh Death!

An Elegy poem about my sister

Death and i

Death and I Death in the land living Living in the land of the dead Death has come again On his chariot of fire Walking down the streets Looking for its next victim I'm walking down the streets Oblivious Death and I Meet face to face On the battle ground of blood Fighting Clashing Until one prevails Death , may be strong But, I'm stronger Finally When the sun sets to the west And The moon rises at night I emerge victorious I Have conquered death Lone wolf

LOST AND DESPAIR, HOPE IN REPAIR

Sometime in the distant past in a little town, there carried on with a little youngster named Lily. Lily was known for her consideration and sympathy towards everybody she met. At some point, as she was strolling through the town square, she saw an old man sitting alone on a seat, his eyes loaded up with misery. Interest and concern made Lily indescribably pleased as she moved toward the man. "Excuse me, sir. Are you okay?" she asked tenderly. The older man gazed toward Lily, and tears gushed in

DEATH - A Debt To Pay

"Please make sure you are ready for our outing; I'm on my way already" that was the last statement I told my wife I left my office joyfully around 5pm because we celebrate our 2 years wedding anniversary today. I've promised my wife and our beautiful daughter that I will take them out On my way, I called my wife to inform her that I'm on my way already. As I was going, the joy in me did not allow me to see the trailer in my front. I quickly press my car break but to no avail In a twinkle of an e

Life after Death

Life after the death of my husband

Arms of Death

In her grief She recognized that all will be as they should be. She had thought she could have love, Felt she deserved it, And that in time Someone would come to love her for who she was. It took years of pain For her to acknowledge and realize That love was never in the mind of her creator When He placed her upon earth. It was in grief of the hope lost, And the loneliness that waited ahead, That she walked dazedly into the arms of death. Death cared for her more than others, Because unlike ever

The Final Goodbye

Death is a mystery, It's a journey we all must take, A journey that's unknown, A journey that's hard to make. It's a journey that's dark and cold, A journey that's hard to behold, A journey that's filled with fear, A journey that's hard to steer. It's a journey that's filled with pain, A journey that's hard to explain, A journey that's filled with sorrow, A journey that's hard to follow. It's a journey that's filled with grief, A journey that's hard to believe, A journey that's filled with tears

Russia arrests suspected gunmen as concert death toll soars to 133 rampage killing

TERRORIST ATTACK AT CROCUS CITY HALL MOSCOW TOLL NO OF DEATH IS 133

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

Ode to Death

Ode To Death

Alive, They're Overlooked. Dead, They're Celebrated: The Disconnect Between Life and Death.

Many people are overlooked and undervalued during their lives, but celebrated after their deaths. This article explores the disconnect between life and death, and offers ideas for bridging the gap.

DEATH ROW

Its a poem about a man who almost succumbed to drugs

An Elegy

When all the world's merely a stage As William Shakespeare famously said. You live, you grow and eventually age Then close your eyes as you're laid to bed. A soul that rises to love's soft embrace Soon retires to coldness, death abreast, Upon the echo of eternal rest, And the bell that tolls a mournful face. The earth beneath hums its own lullabies, As the wind whispers his gentle caress Of bittersweet mem'ries and goodbyes, No more pains and regrets to suppress Every heartache finally put to re

Pakistan declares floods a ‘climate catastrophe’ as death toll tops 1,000

Passings from far and wide flooding in Pakistan have passed 1,000 since mid-June, authorities have said, as a priest called the country's dangerous rainstorm season "a serious environment disaster". Streak flooding from the weighty downpours has washed away towns and yields as troopers and safeguard laborers have cleared abandoned inhabitants to the security of help camps and gave food to great many uprooted individuals. Pakistan's National Disaster Management Authority said the loss of life fro

Gone

Gone I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were open , but you were unresponsive You did not blink , you gasped as your lungs begged for air I held your hand , your hand was warm I checked to see if you had a pulse , the veins on your neck showed where it formed I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were closed , you were gone No blinking , your lungs had given up in the war I held your hand , it was cold I checked your pulse , there was nothing to the touch I felt a second time and a third and