Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Early Obituary

When my hand lets loose the pen
Lamp-less face I such parting darkness -- 
Preordained that Passing-night!  God’s plan
So decrees, we all come home His timing~ 
Naughty wanderers, reclaimed beloved strays.  

Then you must write for me, dear brothers 
And sisters – that which yet need better said
And would I were it not for parting bed,
My throbbing head, blessed pillow of down 
Such inevitable sleep no point longer fighting -- 

I hear the angels, sniff the starry-seas; 
Hearken to the oars of Eternal ferry.  Be not sad, 
But glad for me.  We will meet again, somewhere
Beyond the known dippers, to sail fondly further as 
Blithering Gilligans and Compassless Skippers. 
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(No, I am not ill, that I am aware of. Just thought I would get this out of the way while still well and able:))

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Valsa George May 31, 2026 at 9:43 PM You have been a dear and close friend of mine. If something happens to you, certainly I will miss you. But who knows if you or I will go first! It is all decreed from above. As long as alive and can move your hands and if your brain can think, keep writing. Wish you health and happiness. Joseph P. DiMino June 1, 2026 at 7:07 AM Thank you, Valsa; I share your fond sentiments. Who knows when and where? -- Most of us don't have an inkling. I just figured I would write my obituary while able to do the work healthy justice:)) Thank you, my friend. As Spock would say, "Long Life And Prosper!" Blessings.

Bj Legros Kelley May 16, 2026 at 1:35 AM Very sweetly written! Joseph P. DiMino May 16, 2026 at 2:07 AM Hi Bj; thank you. Have a wonderful writing weekend!

John Loving Iii May 15, 2026 at 3:28 PM I'm looking forward to it. the one thing we'll lose is fear. the cause of negativity. But the gains are much also. I look forward to it. Joseph P. DiMino May 15, 2026 at 4:06 PM I hear you, John. Nothing to fear. I agree -- blessings my friend.

Ink Empress May 15, 2026 at 2:40 AM I dont know why im sad after reading this dear Joe, if ever tomorrow we are not here , our words, poetry will remain as souvenirs of what our heart felt: especially by poets like you! Youv expressed so well and also the rhythm and cadence of this poem is quite profound! Its like reading one of those archaic writes that are beyond impeccable! Impressive yet made me sad! I hope and pray you can bless our pages with your poetry for very long! Sending you light always Joseph P. DiMino May 15, 2026 at 7:49 AM Thank you, Empress. "Poetry will remain as souvenirs of what our hearts felt" -- Love that comment!! Please publish that in your quotes section. Too precious not to be highlighted wherever else possible! One can write an entire poem around that wonderful observation. The stimulated minds and hearts of poets are laser beams for awesome ignition --

Andrea Dietrich May 14, 2026 at 7:02 PM Very interesting, Joe. But why the Gilligan Island references? Well it sure have a light ending to your well crafted poem! Joseph P. DiMino May 14, 2026 at 8:48 PM Thank you, Andrea; I guess it just means that, we know nothing. Only think we know. Hey, what's up with these hits. Why so many for this work? Program Glitch or something?

Sara Kendrick May 14, 2026 at 2:40 PM Creative work about death and what lies beyond. I enjoyed reading your well composed lines. Thank you for sharing it with us and it is good to know you are well as far as you know. Sara K. Joseph P. DiMino May 14, 2026 at 4:23 PM It was meant to be tongue-in-cheek. Hope I got a smile out of you also. What the heck. It's a part of life. Thank you, Sara.