If our life is predestined and our fate preordained
Why stress and strain, why live a life of drudgery
Oh, why toil in vain, why to the grindstone be chained,
Let's indulge in a life of slothful luxury.
~Contest: Sin of Sloth
~Sponsor: Margarita Lillico.
I sit at the ivy gates
Waiting to say goodbye
I should be sad
Filled with hate
It's not sarrow
But joy inside
Though all this sadness
Breaks my heart
You no longer bare the pain
The world will weep in your absence
It will no longer be the same
R.K.H
in a gathering full of strangers friends and family
alliances are seldom celebrated
as lay minister stands over your casket
preaching your eulogy
telling your story
telling of your life and of your future Glory
Verbally celebrating your life
Not reassuring the gathering of your reuniting with Christ
Six strong man carry you from the hearse to the grave
lay funeral
Persons come from foreign air some crying some friends some dear
lay funeral
Stardust shrine Moon yet rise
Tears of mourners tears and eyes
While in the professional walk people whisper and talk
He was a pleasant soul and now he's gone
Laid to rest
He lived his life as his life was a test
And he passed
He's past through this life once
Now he is at rest
Asleep here on Earth yet awaken in heaven
For you see he is not dead
He is just at rest asleep as a bird in his nest
So alas
Lay funeral
Is so now laid to rest
For in truths I am alive, alive in Christ
Amen
Amen
13/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2030
They laid her to rest
Hands folded across the chest
A dream of a dream of a dream
Chaotic though it may seem
We were the first to see
The rising of the sea
Living in the plastic age
Leaving Mother in a frothing rage
Until she could no longer feel
And it suddenly seemed real
We ran out of time
Because greed and science don't rhyme
This grave with barber Bob is blessed ~
He was a cut above the rest!
30.01.19
'Pithy pants poetry contest'
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Tears no longer come,
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.
... but only to feel
Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet scent to memory.
Feel your heart pulsate through the calfskin
of the despair that seals me in its snare.
Rhythms of a hopeless eternity of love,
not destined for us.
Feel my heart bleeding for one more glimpse,
of the exquisite life and love in your eyes.
Shuttered now from a lifetime of shared souls.
The pianist plays one last song,
as tears fall upon your coffin.
Won't you give me a sign,
to show me the way to you.
I wonder what has become of me,
my soul a definition of despair,
my mind a metaphor for insanity,
my heart silenced by the loss of your call.
Above, all I see are murky skies,
even the stars hide from me.
I'm sure the moon shed a tear,
when the sun refused to shine on me.
In the hope there is no tomorrow,
I lay here with your photograph on my pillow.
... but time ticks so slowly.
20 September 2018
Collaboration with Judith S
Tears no longer come,
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.
... but only to feel
Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet scent to memory.
Feel your heart pulsate through the calfskin
of the despair that seals me in its snare.
Rhythms of a hopeless eternity of love,
not destined for us.
Feel my heart bleeding for one more glimpse,
of the exquisite life and love in your eyes.
Shuttered now from a lifetime of shared souls.
The pianist plays one last song,
as tears fall upon your coffin.
Won't you give me a sign,
to show me the way to you.
I wonder what has become of me,
my soul a definition of despair,
my mind a metaphor for insanity,
my heart silenced by the loss of your call.
Above, all I see are murky skies,
even the stars hide from me.
I'm sure the moon shed a tear,
when the sun refused to shine on me.
In the hope there is no tomorrow,
I lay here with your photograph on my pillow.
... but time ticks so slowly
__________________________________
A Collaboration - Silent One & Judith S.
September 21, 2018
Miss Whiplash died, sadly gone forever
Was laid to rest in chains and leather.
I can't be that happy heart
as others see me, my moods I conceal;
I hide everything that hurts,
cover it with shameless pretense
and yet it's accepted by me.
This youth was short-lived,
a hundred days seemed only one day,
brief loves consumed in daffodils fields
lasted a season, then died near winter.
They were birds in search of joy,
and when they finally found it...
they moved to another place
more beautiful than the first one.
O invasive desire, my tongue is dry;
a brook is in sight to quench this thirst!
O harmonious hills where canaries sing,
watch me climb cliffs and reach Heaven:
nothing is lost to memory and time!
Have I changed to suit myself or others?
The more I try to change myself,
the less confident I feel inward and outward;
I should have remained that loving soul
with no grievances and no conflicts:
only with ambitions and aspirations.
Proud to say to all this is the real me:
humble, fair, courteous and meek.
I declare to all I can't be defeated
by anyone either by strength or belief.
I have exposed my faults and failures,
diverging from the road of deception...
to embrace truth before I'm laid to rest.
My heart lies cold and lifeless
And not beating in my chest
Your cold and hateful words
Has laid my tender heart to rest
I had loved you for so long
Waiting for your loving touch
Not caring the days gone by
Not worried overly much
But the days turned into weeks
And finally into years
And then my eyes grew dim
And I could not stop the tears
You had found yourself another
And I Believing you were mine
You had found this so amusing
That I had wasted all this time
Such sweet lies had passed your lips
But they too are as cold as mine
For I didn’t die alone my dear
I made sure you ran out of time
Now you heart lies cold and lifeless
And not beating in your chest
Your cold and hateful words
Has laid your spiteful heart to rest.
Connie Moore
9/18/15
The distant sound of foot fall as
I trod a barren land
Diminished to an echo near my heart
My "patience" through the years has
Brought me to a still born stand
Encompassed by the fears of a new start
Grieve I for the life I've lost
Forever laid to rest
My emptiness is now a hardened shell
My struggle to surrender fights
Temptation to resist
Who will be the victor? Time will tell.
Defining moments when it doesn't feel like you're you
You make a choice because there's nothing else you can do
At the time, it seems the best of the bad solutions
In your head comes all this thought pollution
Did you do the right thing?
Must take care of myself,
Respect me as a human being
Never would want to impose
Or think that you're easy to dispose
It's the wrong tick
Object your finger flicks
Then you wonder
What happens next
No one will be the best
If you couldn't be
This friendship was laid to rest
Today I saw a daughter laid to rest.
A mother tries to heed her own advice.
Holding it in surely put her to the test.
She failed more than once or twice.
Her failing was no artificial device.
She tried, Lord how hard she tried.
She simply could not pay the price.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.
She was a fifth grade teacher, the best.
The kids all sought her out for advice.
Fifty Eight, so young but so blessed,
too young, to pay this enormous price,
too old to fashion protective gneiss.
Her mother knew of this fierce pride.
Yet, she couldn’t save her baby’s life.
She cried, oh how the mother cried.
The building now full, still they pressed,
her former students, learning pain of life.
From one loved, who had faced the test,
and had not complained about sacrifice.
While a mother mortally wounded twice
who faced this when her husband died
hopes to God she will not see this thrice.
She cried, oh how the mother cried
The mother, paying the mother’s price,
before her eyes could have fully dried.
With more than enough love to suffice,
she cried, and oh how the mother cried.
For Catie's ballade contest
Feb 22, 2011
Soon the day will come when I will be with the father above. Sharing in his never
ending love. When I am laid to rest I will not have to worry did I pass the test. Only
God knows I did my best now that I am in heaven all my burdens are laid to rest. I
think this poem is one of my best.
My heart was ripped from my chest the day I saw her laid to rest.
We were family, we made a pact.
But those dreams were split in half the day i saw her all in black.
I've lost all felling in my life.
from this day forward, I've cried at night.
She has been here with me since the beginning, but now she is gone.
And no longer with me.
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