Kurt Ravidas Poet Rhyme

The Hangover

“The death lasts an average of 49 days, starting from the day the deceased realized his death”. Bardo Thodol (The Tibetan Book of the Dead)


I beg you, death, pour me the final sip
of your elixir of the dreamless sleep.

Oh, strongest wine of darkness in the glass
I’ve dipped my lips just seven weeks ago,
which bitter sweetness promised to bestow 
upon me an oblivion. Alas,

the everlasting boozer comes around.
He’s mortal as of now, he is bound
to see another one anemic dawn
of consciousness among the smoking ruins 
of non-existence. Curse you all, the brewings
and the distilleries of death! The morn

of a new life is painful. The hangover,
the nausea, the ache - that's all what's left
of my sweet void. Oh, the internal heft
of being!.. The phlox, the marigold, the clover

on my fresh grave are still in bloom but I 
am born again to suffer and to die.

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Robertina B. July 3, 2019 at 1:15 PM You penned an extraordinary write, Kurt.. So profound and deep.. Your masterpiece is a fav for me.. We don't die!! Just the body dies.. We just shift into different levels of conciousness.. Living non physical or physical.. Incarnating back to Earth, using a physical body as a vehicle is always a possibility . I mean we have all of eternity to experience the different realms.. Kurt Ravidas July 3, 2019 at 4:19 PM You're right, R.B., eternity. That is the problem.

Connie Marcum Wong June 29, 2019 at 12:57 PM Wow Kurt, I have that book and have walked that frightening journey. You are so adept at expressing many subjects that pique my interest. This poem is exceptional my friend, and is going into my Faves! : ) xxoo Kurt Ravidas July 3, 2019 at 4:27 PM Thanks, Connie. Rays of love)

Robert Lindley June 27, 2019 at 11:35 AM Strikingly deep, wondrously conceived is this fantastic creation from your poetic pen my friend.... Although dark, its beauty is in its immense depths, philosophy and visualization when read my friend. A fav, a true gem as well... Kurt Ravidas June 27, 2019 at 2:07 PM Thank you very much. A gem is bowing to you, dear Robert)

Richard Lamoureux June 26, 2019 at 7:43 AM An impressive piece of writing. I can see you are a philosopher. The word is in great need of spiritual ponderers. Kurt Ravidas June 26, 2019 at 2:44 PM Thank you, Richard. The philosopher glads to see you in a here)

Andrea Dietrich June 25, 2019 at 11:09 AM very dark and very interesting. I don't know anything about the Book of dead you cited, but this is sure great writing, Kurt! Kurt Ravidas June 26, 2019 at 2:43 PM Thanks, Andrea.

Gershon Wolf June 23, 2019 at 3:55 PM Thought-provoking poem (as usual, for you). Kabbala/Jewish mysticism holds that there are 49 levels of impurity... if one can purify himself past all these levels, he is pure/free/face-to-face with the Deity... By the way, that 50th level is the level of understanding that one understands nothing, naked before the Creator...Also there is the 'gilgul'/rolling of bones/souls, which can be understood as reincarnation/a second chance for the soul to achieve holiness in this world. Deep stuff! ~ gw Gershon Wolf June 27, 2019 at 6:16 PM Yeah, you're right. Kabbalah is sterile in translation, like Madonna, who is soooo deeply into Kabbalah. What a joke that is. Anyway, with this 'Hangover,' I see that you've put yourself in a 'grave situation.' Here's to your resurrection. (Poets, as well as saints, qualify). ~ gw Kurt Ravidas June 23, 2019 at 4:29 PM Deep comment, Wolf. There was a time I was looking into Kabbalah, but, alas, there is nothing to do there without Hebrew. But that's okay, may be in the next life)

Kim Rodrigues June 23, 2019 at 2:39 PM You hit us first with a jarring quote! Indeed a dark, dark poem with a blooming grave, ever graver! Kurt Ravidas June 23, 2019 at 3:06 PM Thank you, Kim. Rays of love)

Caren Krutsinger June 23, 2019 at 3:25 AM I believe in reincarnation and the possibility there were six chapters in the Bible about it once upon a time, but they were discarded, by those who wanted people to repent and stay within the boundaries of the editor's ideas of what their boundaries should be. "but I am born again to suffer and to die." Thus this line made absolute sense to this sinner! Kurt Ravidas June 23, 2019 at 6:58 AM Yeah, the Second Council of Constantinople that condemned Origenes, Pythagoras, Plato etc. But, as Buddha said: "This is not a matter of faith, but a matter of practice")

Susan Ashley June 22, 2019 at 10:46 PM Your potent pen strikes with dramatic fashion in the depth and breadth of this dark beauty, Kurt. You dazzle me with the power of your emotional expression. A stunning fav! Warmest wishes always, my friend.. ~Susan Kurt Ravidas June 23, 2019 at 6:46 AM Thank you, Susan. Very glad to see you)