Walking out of church into the autumn morning
Among many this overwhelming feeling
There are no bad people, no addicts this day
Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky
Such a calmness descends
All seems well - no addictions
Not a day to spend frivolously
The gifts of God, generously
Given has sunk into all hearts
Thank you Mrs. Douman, fondly "TANIE NITA"
We were neighbors once, we shared plants
Your homegoing gave all a taste of heaven
And a mixed gathering in South Africa's NGK
Netherlands Gereformeende Kerk today
Categories:
memorial service, autumn, bereavement, bible, character,
Form: Bio
I know it has been hard, and you feel like you cannot cope; weep if you must but never lose hope.
You cry until you feel like your throat is tied with a rope; get that grief out but never lose hope.
The emptiness may seem very hard to bear but at some point, I encourage you to be of good cheer.
Death can be likened to that of a slippery slope, but remember there is life after death so never lose hope.
The pain you feel engulfs your being like an envelope, but stay strong and never lose hope.
The sting of death is appointed to the common man and even a pope, however, it will be defeated just never lose hope.
Rise up in victory and you will see that a day is coming which will bring the great jubilee.
I will encourage you to view death in a positive scope, remember God is with you through it all so never lose hope.
Categories:
memorial service, death,
Form: Rhyme
Local Memorial Service
Outside the funeral agency two employees
dressed for their job, stood smoking, by the pavement
a hearse with coffin inside stood waiting.
finally, they threw the butts in the gutter started
The car to take to the church where the casket would
be decorated with flowers and then with a cortège
of mourners followed behind led by the local padre.
There were no many men among the marchers, they
thronged the bar on the way and only joined
in the last minutes.
The padre did the rituals and packed up and left
the mourners cried and there were many handshakes
among the people and talk about the dead person
who apparently had been a bit of a bastard cheating
in cards and not to be trusted.
Of course, nothing of this was uttered at the cemetery
it was later in the bar the person of ill-repute was mentioned
Categories:
memorial service, death of a friend,
Form: Blank verse
The funeral was a surprise to all
writers
Bury me!!!
Poetry shouted
Bury me and leave no trace
If pen lost ground and laid
beneath
Then this hand too belong with
wreath
Words drifting in dark attractive
walls protecting poetry's insights
Drag lyrical baskets in caskets,
Make believe world,
Imagery paint me living,
Word breathing and I see the
light
Tell me lies,
Craft sweet lines,
Render me blind to the grave-
site in sight
It’s a bite from evaporated
rights,
Flashing poetry's resurrected
rights
Speaking wind flights as poetry
wishes to go deeper is session
nights
In-depth inspection 6-feet
beyond resurrection prospectus,
No light for revival,
Chew,
Spit,
Disintegrate,
No chance for survival - she's
dead - it’s final
Technically my brain is too
bright for
Binoculars searching creativity's
seeds in
Hives
Bending lives
Teary eyes
Blinking smiles
The funeral was a surprise to all
writers
(c) Tshego Khumalo & Raymond
Ngomane
Categories:
memorial service, death
Form: ABC