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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ode To , We Dead We dead, no longer cry, moan or weep, lying in covered hole dark and deep We dead, dine it darkened solitudes, devoid of loves, hates and attitudes We dead, chase no longer mortal dream, no longer lie, steal, cheat or scheme We dead, favor no great lusting beauty, having no appetite for sex or duty We dead, grant no great requested favor, gift the rose or smell the flavor We dead, will not speak words of praise, never unless our souls are blessed to raise We dead, spirit silenced in passing time, cast down with no living tree to climb We dead, sleep ever in coldly silent repose, banished from life , rot and decompose We dead , hear no sweet words of mortal loves no music , no singing of loving turtle doves We dead, find no pleasure in our dark rest, no lust, love or joy in giving our very best We dead, shout no songs of beautiful glory, long past lived , awaiting another story We dead, laid in for sleep and resting days, no longer actors in everyday mortal plays... We dead, send no warm comfort to our friends, cold is this dark, damp ground we lay in We dead, no longer birth life loving dreams, drink from cold, running mountain streams We dead , no longer sing of praise and glory, resting here awaiting another spiritual story We dead, can not act to erase our many mistakes, cold regret deepens pain in these darkened lakes Robert L. 05-23-2014 Dark thoughts haunt my dreams this week. Soothing to write here and thus speak. Artistic write of life when void of grace. Consider not just the start of but also the end of the race!
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