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The Dead's Plea

When my body shall lie still Like a fallen wooden idol And all the air gone from my nostril When I shall be planted, never to stir And my body enriching the soil Don’t cry for me I’ m now a salient silent hero Whose adversaries have fizzled to zero Gone where my spirit is pleased Wander in wonders is the deceased A call to reap and to rest I did my deeds all at my best Don’t cry for me I only humble to the irrevocable law Dying for new seeds to grow Death is better than a bad in-law Fill the air with the scents of joy With sweet wines full your jaw Let the bongo drums beat out loud and never jeer Don’t cry for me Death is as jealous as a lover I’m rich, but never a briber But let my epitaph be written in your heart A tender remind that is life is an art The dead’s fame is his good deeds After these mortal frames are no longer his needs Be merry, make no mourn Now that I become among ancestors Don’t cry for me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/3/2018 4:05:00 AM
I think the complete opposite and I still very much like this poem. I think death is here, and we don't have real life until the final curtain is pulled.
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Date: 4/3/2018 4:02:00 AM
Conflicts left dad at a club. HAHAHA I like this in an amazingly way. It is hiilarious to me! But TRUER poetry cannot be written, Anderson. TRUE poetry grabs you by the heart and throws you on the bed. This one does that.
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:59:00 AM
True, by the time we are withered we are 150 yards down the fence line past the garden.
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:56:00 AM
Deeply great.
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:51:00 AM
Megaphone Diplomacy! It used to be considered an oxymoron, but not anymore, John. You have nailed it.
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:47:00 AM
If you have not been there in this life, Elliot, you either have empathy galore in your heart, or you have lived another life time. I am speechless and wordless at the beauty of this remarkable poem.
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:43:00 AM
Open your heart. I want to hide myself in there. WHOA! I want to take that line with me and put it in every poem I see. WOW!
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:39:00 AM
Anderson, the vocabulary you use is so uniquely yours, I recognize your style in seconds upon starting the read. I am astounded at your versatility and treatment of writings. You are a natural, my friend. And you are good!
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Date: 4/3/2018 3:34:00 AM
I love the open-minded line. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Danny. THANK YOU!
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