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Its there among the flower roots
Many laid to rest peaceful sleep
Just cremate me all I ask
Scatter me upon the earth
Or perhaps the sky a breeze carried
Maybe you just bury me deep
For others to find later some season
They may say it's just dirt in a vase
But to earth I shall return
Not just dust but one in God's love
Bury me deep a river never wash
When I Die, you can not bury me
For in your heart holds memories dear
Even those we thought break bond
Still love we carry deep in there
Loving another as God loved the other
When I Die, just remember its short trip
There we shall be again in the Heavens
There life is in death for it be no suffering
There I lay to rest, hoping I see you here
In Heaven, I wait at gate your arrival
Remember..I loved you when I was alive
Love each other til end of time
As Father loved you gave his Son
Do also to the other, have a heart
For time is only an instant
A short breath away
In my blood
Be it an ardent passion of love
or a flourishing hatred of betrayal,
Be it a joy of togetherness
or sorrow of separation,
You constantly rose as a raging red in my blood.
Once a sparkling diamond of my eyes
now a tear of remorse shed in disguise,
That thump, rhyming beat of heart
how could you tear my soul apart ?
Breathless when I shall lay to rest
Will wonder why I was often put to test,
A breeze that would have touched my past,
Will tell tales of your deceit leaving aghast,
As embers of passion freeze in my blood ....
Forever ..... Forevermore.
Written Dec 8th, 2015
For contest- In my blood
Sponsor- Anthony Slausen
Awarded 10th place win
Now the time to roost has come
and bones must lay to rest
we find a place to settle on
to shape our final nest
.
As grasp on what was real evades
our fading earthly sight
we rise above the shadow realms
of lifetime’s final night.
Awakening from mystic dream
returned to spirit’s source
welcomed back within the whole
now life has run its course.
Merging living’s lessons learned
back into ethereal plane
now conscious if our lifetime’s span
has harvested true gain.
There’s many mansions we may find
in every place we dwell
and many destinies to tread
through heaven and through hell.
But purpose drives the inner soul
its resting place to find
and each and every pathway there
is nesting in our mind.
Is this our final nesting place
was lifelong meaning won
or will the cycle start again
until our work is done?
Ivor G Davies
like vinegar and baking soda combined
daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence —
erodes...
precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas
rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time...
engulfed with the toils and responsibilities of life
it all seemingly moving in slow motion...
'til suddenly it becomes sublime
to realize just how much time— has passed
now seemingly moving much too fast...
like motion picture film spinning on a reel
as this arduous journey reaches a place of still...
still quiet —volume so loud —you can hear it scream
with flashes of the past rewinding inside your mind...
revealing —in that slippage of time— often
it was thou— you left behind...
quiet screams —
time to exhale....accept or receive
what has been lost or achieved...
shhhh — listen!— the time is now yours
time to lay to rest — hustle bustle and grind—
time — to relax your mind....
and enjoy —your way—what’s yours...
God’s greatest gift—
time......
***Inspired by the feelings many retirees and empty
nesters experience...
A driver badly beaten, as the rioters burn his bus
A victim of the cause who passed away without a fuss
He was thrown to the pavement and his life just ebbed away
Though no one even noticed, amid the chaos and the fry
A soldier blown to bits, yet some people sing and cheer
He didn’t care about the cause; his squad was just sent here
Another English village, mourns another murdered son
A new recruit, from another town, picks up the soldiers gun
A “hero” plants explosives, in a city centre store
He calmly walks away, and then he waits to hear the roar
Innocents killed to prove a point. In a sickly, cold attack
It’s legitimate, they have a cause, and there is no going back
A child is brutally mown down, by a gunman’s speeding van
She was walking home from nursery, with her Mummy and her Nan
Collateral damage to the cause, in a putrid, bloody war
She was taken from her family, at the tender age of four
Another Policeman murdered, yet it never changed a thing
As he’s laid out in Church, and the choir begin to sing
A broken, grieving Mother, has to lay to rest her son
While terrorists fight a waning cause, which simply can’t be won
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
To be cover in calm, with stillness, your sanity
Breathe deep, feeling your insides dissipate what stirs so violently inside
Follow Love, with your partner to inhale life fully
Run without breath so as not to inhale life
Lay down in fear from the warmth of love
Push away what is precious so as not to hold it
With time slipping from the hands of the clock
Grimace in pain as we lost our grip
Fall into the hand that will lay to rest
The pain that surrounds your childhood unrest
Caress the thoughts out, in kindness and warmth to you
Reveal all, to the one, who can help you
Secure yourself, so our hands can hold each other
Securely attached once more
Years lay over,
tilt to shed tears,
from eaves of leaves
that sway, stay and,
stray away to far beyond.
Lay, lady, lay.
Come allay your fears
and I'll let your colors shine,
if you'll stay with me, for awhile.
Lest, I lay to rest,
a wreath for you,
for the good times we shared
long gone.
The years drift away,
way out wide on the tide.
Marooned as lullabies
of lilting longing shadows,
echoing woe, and go, betides,
way out beyond the breakers,
beyond the lay of years.
The ring of fresh colored flowers,
you once wore around your neck,
now lies forlornly lain,
as a garland of petals,
dropped from a ring of flowers
onto the ground.
Onto the layers of years,
spread out on a mound of tears,
never to grow old,
beyond the lay of years.
As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat.
The antibiotics circulated through his veins
ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off
but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his
flavors I began to have doubts.
Marinating over night with different flavors,
as he leaves the fridge I lay to rest. I
overshadowed the instructions to meat the end,
I grab the brush to serenade the mood.
I rub down the kinks.
He's at his peak, as the aroma sets in; my mouth
waters as his meats slides In. The juices are
warm as I expected the timer has one second.
I climax as the time vibrates to the
end I enjoy every bite until the very end.
I tenderize that meat well that day.
I could never be defeated
I have hope inside my soul
My throne I will be seated
As I remain in total control
Whispered words beguile
But inside my heart glows
Gone are words you revile
My body takes your blows
I have soothed the demon
Lay to rest all of my ghosts
Lay waste others scheming
Sworn not to other’s oaths
In death I will be anointed
In prayers I will be blessed
My fame will be appointed
My sins more so confessed
My heart was made of iron
Although it shall never rust
Nor melted in the hot pyre
Buried with me in this dust
It shall rest for many a year
Before I rise again on earth
To rise again as a true Amir
As a new nation, in its birth