My wish is to return to that old place
The calm and clear and crimson countryside
Where my father and grandfather and I
Placed seeds inside the ground that grew to God
The day my heart decides to ever sleep
And become something silent without sound
Kiss me with fingertips that close my eyes
And place me in the bed of flame and fire
Before my seasonings are spread to earth
Wait 'til the sun has half-way scorched the sky
Carry my weight upon a pale white horse
While riding swift as if to chase the past
And with thy hand throw pieces of my soul
Unto the air and let me fall to soil
I WILL NOT CRY OVER SPILLED SILK
‘twas perfectly fair what the fair had to say
And so I grieve not her making her away
Look………she tried
She gave it a heartfelt try
I couldn’t ask for much more than that
Yes, I can be verbose so I don’t at all blame her
Because that would be an utter shame for her
She’s too mercurial a soul to put up with too much for too long
And the lady wasn’t wrong
I’m like a curse
That only gets worse
It festers, it bleeds, it oozes tar and flat champagne
And if I haven’t, as yet, made myself plain
The lady gave it her all
But sooner or later some statues must fall
So before erosion effects the figurine of a lady whose words touch me so
Even I know the lady must go
, © 2011.…..Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
She once posted a poem, I don’t recall if it was the title or the title and the contents but I
wanted so to believe as she composed it she was thinking of me. Imagine, a satirical poet’s
genius and most obscure thoughts and soul writing any kind of poem with me in mind. Now
that’s a gift that keeps on giving and I thank her for that and a whole lot more GOD’S SPEED
MY FRIEND ~f!~
In pain u couldn't talk
Whenever I came to check on u
Lying in bed there
I knew u wanted to tell me something
Poor me I cried
And let myself avoid u
I thought I caused you pain
So I went in vain
Then here comes a phone call
I just lost my loved one
Grandma why did u go
Atleast u could ask me first
Time really can tell
And at times it rings a bell
But sometimes it's like hell
Crazy moments of life
Felt like I should blame
All those around me
Maybe she could be saved
But I don't even know how
Cancer is a killer
People have to know
When it attacks someone
It kills slowly and painfully
Grandma, I love u
We made jokes all the time
Not knowing someday
U'll not even be able to speak
Now I know it all
U left with a part of me
I can feel the pain, newly
Everytime I think of u
And when I look at ur photo
I wish I knew the date
I would dance with u all night
And tell u good bye
Before u could die
But u are no longer here
Wait fot me where u are
Our hearts will speak 2 each other
I wana hear u saying
I miss u Irene
Where would you like to be buried they asked
Well really that’s not my concern
It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree
Or stuck on a shelf in an urn
Tell me what kind of a casket you’d like
Cardboard or wicker or oak
Put me in a sack for I won’t be back
Nobody laughed at my joke
Tell us what music you’d like us to play
By me it would never be heard
Not music said I at the end of the day
I would just like the song of a bird
Tell us what prayers should we pray for your soul
I tried hard to stifle my mirth
I don’t have a soul, just dig a big hole
And let me go back to the earth
I have seen what religion has done to the world
With it’s misery, murder and dread
I despised all religion for all of my life
Don’t force it on me when I’m dead
Don’t patronise me with a guy in a frock
With a mitre a cross and a crook
Demanding that fools live by his kind of rules
That he reads from a dusty old book
Religion has not took control of my life
Or though this may sound a bit odd
I’ve been blessed with the love of a wonderful wife
And for that much at least I thank God
Don't give up yet,
we'll travel through time
searching for answers to
fix the perfect crime.
The plan is set,
try not to drop the line
but it seems so hard
when I'm still drawing mine.
So take it back
and give me a sign,
tell me this is it
and we can let our bodies shine.
Will you miss me?
Will you miss our laughs, our smiles?
Just keep in mind that I have only left for a little while.
Will you fill your heart and mind with pain and sorrow?
Or will you remember me in every tomorrow?
My leaving has brought pain and grief,
but my resting gives me much relief.
Remember our good times rather than the bad,
Because I will be back sooner than you can follow
Please, don’t fill your heart with pain and sorrow,
But remember me in every tomorrow.
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