My name is Suicide.  (Friday Night Poetry Corner #77)

MMJ laws reduce the incidence of suicide by men under 40 /
MMJ laws reduce the incidence of suicide by men under 40 /


Greetings everyone and welcome to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner (yes a day later but nonetheless..).

Lily P. McLaughlin is the poet that will be feature today. This work called “My Name is Suicide” is a powerful yet important work that needs to be acknowledged more in society. I am glad people like her are giving more awareness on the topic as I am sure you, know I known friends who had people in their lives take their own life suddenly. Leaving more questions than answers.

Well visit Lily P. McLaughlin’s blog and look at more of her topics that are settled in realism and needs to be spoken more of. As for this topic, look at the local agencies such as suicide prevention if you want to do more in your surrounding community. Thanks for stopping by and always be creative, progressive, and empathetic. That will always be a good mix of humanity I must humbly say.. 🙂


It takes away the taste in your mouth.

It lingers over the hearts of many.

It’s sting can be felt by perfect strangers.

It causes the most unfamiliar, yet recognizable pain.

Questioned by all.

Accepted by none.

So why does it keep happening?

Today someone lost a son.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-

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A Slice of Infinity (Friday Night Poetry Corner #39)

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Greetings again everyone.

On a more lighter note (heart still goes out to my home town of St. Louis, MO), it is time for another Friday Night Poetry Corner #39; THE SATURDAY EDITION.

Yeah, I know, I’m a late.

This nice work of poetry called A Slice of Infinityfrom the Carbon Noise Poetry*** blog is a wonderful vivid poem of a voice at a door of something. You my fellow poets, artists, writers, etc.. be the judge of this work, the surreal turns to something you must read for yourself..

Thanks again for visiting and visit the Carbon Noise Poetry Blog from time to time..

Carbon Noise Poetry

The other night,
I saw a saffron moon,
Horizon low in the sky.
Nestled between two,
Parallel shelves of cloud.
Optically tinted,
And augmented.
There it hung,
Glowing softly,
Like a great celestial,
Yellow lantern.
I had to ignore,
The almost physical need,
Like a lump of urgency,
In my chest,
Compelling me,
To photograph it.
But the sublime,
Cannot be captured,
Nor confined.
So I chose instead,
To savor that moment,
Like a slice,
Of yellow moon cake.
So delicious.
And yet so fleeting.
One tiny piece,
Is all I got.
But I’ll remember,
The taste of it forever.

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