Last Commented Epitaph Poems (28)

Here I lay
Dead and buried
Wanted to stay
But thrust was parried

Sword went through
My time had come
Women pursue
Hell bound become

...Let me rest my soul on your chest...

For years you sucked and sucked
And sucked,
And you were goddam good at it, and it seemed
That you'd go on sucking forever.
You sucked enthusiastically, your bags filling
Just as quickly as mine emptied, each time
I turned you on.
But one day you just stopped;
I never asked why.
I placed you by the curb this morning,
Just an inoperable, suctionless shell,
Still full of dust and semen.

I know not what you could have been
A saint so pure or full of sin
I pray only that your happy now
And if my seed, my love is vow

You were my life,my everything,you completed me is so many ways.
All these feelings I have for you thru the years and even now
day by day.

Life is so boring without you never was a dull moment when you were around your laughter all thru the house.
Now everything is so quiet around here quieter than a church mouse.

Things will never be the same around here now that you are gone and
its so hard now to get use to.
When we were together the time flew.

But you are still very much around our house im not changing a thing.
I can still hear your voice around here when you use to sing.

I look at the dog I see her eyes I know shes sad she misses you playing
with her you made her so happy.
You always showed her attention no matter what even when you felt crappy.

You are still a big part of our lives around here.
As Im trying to live my life without you my biggest fear.

MY DEAR SWEET SISTER ANNETTE,I WISH THAT YOU WERE STILL HERE WITH ME. BUT I GUESS ACCORDING TO JESUS.IT JUST WASN'T MENT TO BE. EVERY DAY I MISS YOU MORE AND MORE,AND TEARS FALL FROM MY EYES. HOPING THAT YOU ARE WATCHING OVER ME.IN THE BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKIES. GOD KNEW WHAT YOU NEEDED .MUCH MORE THAN I EVER DID. YOU WERE A TRUE WONDERFUL BLESSING.MY SWEET SISTER,MY FREIND . IN THIS BIG CRUEL WORLD ,YOU FELT THAT YOU HAD TO BE TUFF. BUT JESUS TOOK YOUR HAND AND SAID NO,ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. SO ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOUR BIG SISTER LOVED YOU. BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOU LOVED ME TOO. ANNETTE KAYE TURNER VAUGHN 1963-2009

(Part 12) "Terminal Paradox"

The story so far.... John Norrington, only survivor of the
coach tragedy, manages to find sanctuary in a cave
and comes in contact with a large meteorite that had
crashed there hours before. He collapses to the ground
and a few minutes later feels revitalised and gains
new powers and abilities. Returning to the Norrington
manor, he creates a costume for his disguise as the
Black Dove and then goes in search of his friend's killers.
He finally catches up with Jack Wild and his outlaws.
Norrington and Jenkins board a ship. They eventually set sail
back to England. On their way back the ship is caught in
strange fog, which transports them into the future, then
to the past, and finally back to their present, and they are
back home. Everything seems normal but for the fact it is
one day prior to the coach tragedy. Norrington prepares
to alter the events that would follow, As the outlaws
are coming closer to the coach with their guns drawn Jack
Wild cries to the passengers to get out of the coach,
Norrington leaps out the coach and jumps onto Jack Wild.
The other outlaws fire at Norrington. He falls to the ground
and lies there lifeless. While the outlaws chase after the
stagecoach to capture its passengers, the King's guards
approach from the opposite side and give help to
Norrington. who regains strength and disguised as the
Black Dove chases the runaway coach. He has very
little time now for stopping the coach.
Climbing on top of his horse he takes a leap and descends
on the roof of the coach, which is now rounding the bend and
heading for the edge of the cliff. He applies a hand brake and
flames leap up from the wheels. The steering connection to the
horses snaps up and the coach grinds to a halt. The Black Dove
climbs down to check on the passengers. Finding his wife Beth
alive he smiles at her, then collapses to the ground. She climbs
out of the coach. Lifting his mask she sees in amazement that
the man was her husband John. She kisses him and asks, why
he is wearing this outfit, he tells her that he is the Black Dove
he wanted to prevent the tragedy from occurring again. Then
he dies and disappears right before her eyes, Beth is in tears
kneeling on the ground. Moments later John Norrington
materialises inside the coach, wondering where he had been.
Beth turns round and discovers her man is alive, but how
can this be? She is beside herself with joy as they succeed in
repairing the coach and continue their journey to Cornwall.
The Black dove had served his purpose: by saving his friends
he had created a new timeline which never included the
heroic Black Dove, as in this timeline the Black Dove
has never really existed. THE END

Insolence and total disregard, for the laws and the men who invent them
Rash too, as well as hard, with a soul intent only on mayhem
Unblinking and resolute, full to the very brim with aggressiveness
Rumored to be of ill repute, and in a way he will get the best of this
A man born to war and the stench of the dead, his weapons are his lover's
Living by a creed of his own design, and that is to do unto other's
Asleep his dreams contain images of death, his dreams by day are dark
The one fatal chink in his armour? it is these images that have left their mark
A sentry shouts out a question, recieving silence an only response
The soldier falls as the first rounds find him, the shock registering at once
Martyred in death and in life an enigma, as a memory of vast intellect
His ideals a lasting remembrance, too the many lives that still bear their effect.