Lora Colon

Gold Star - 11,848 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Pre-Mortem - Poem by Lora Colon

Death is biting at my heels
Like a mongrel that broke its chains,
Depart, you thief of cherished bones!
You've no right yet to my remains

Stifle your unwelcome chant,
Your song's outworn, and I reject it,
Of course, I know you'll change your tune
Some night when I least expect it

Then you'll give some lame excuse,
As any deceitful villain would,
Ramble on, vicious thief of life,
Though your prattle does me no good

You always win your battles,
By no regulations are you bound,
I'll object, but you'll still drag me
To your lair deep into the ground

Though despised by one and all,
Some cruel law has given you free reign
To decide when our broken bodies
Shall invade the earthworm's domain

And we must obey, we've no choice,
Not the bold, not the meek, nor the mild,
Indiscriminate is the soil,
Taking all..... man, woman and child

And when the last trumpet sounds,
Not a drop of mercy do you show,
Up you jump, eager to collect
All that's due you.... and down we go!

Topic(s) of this poem: death


Comments about Pre-Mortem by Lora Colon

  • Bri Edwards (2/10/2016 6:00:00 PM)


    chains/remains............nice ………..all are nice rhymes……of course

    To your lair deep into the ground ..............just a tiny suggestion, my friend: underground sounds better [to ME] than into the ground. :)

    [thanks for message, btw]

    .................into the rabbit hole. er, i mean worm hole.
    ============================================================

    you've inspired me, once again!


    Bri: Rejected by Death

    When last Bri died …….he was ignored.
    Death just yawned …..and looked BORED.
    Bri said “Helllllloo! Yoohoo. I died.”
    Death just smiled a bit and sighed, ….
    .............and said:


    “Bri, your bones are YOUR problem now.
    No earth will take you, though hard I plow.
    If I manage to bury you and I turn around,
    your bones will be rejected by the ground.

    No worms wish any part of your sorry bones.
    They all say 'we'd rather suck on gritty stones'.
    So think it out before once again you should die.
    and STOP your sniveling. I CAN’T STAND to see you cry.

    (February 10. 2016)

    bri ;) :)
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  • (1/21/2016 4:19:00 AM)


    Nice one, Lora. A cleverly crafted piece, the rhythm and rhyming make this poem so easy to read. Defiantly mocking The Grim Reaper. You've certainly put him in his place, for the time being. Brought to mind one of Dylan Thomas' lines................ Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light. Well done Lora. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2016



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