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Carol Rae Bradford Poem
CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also
He wants his bones
No more grown
To her, he groans…
Wants loss of bones
That is, Cremation!
He wants to lose
That precious body
No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll acquiesce
And lose her bones, his bones,
no moans
That is, Cremation!
His wife, instead
Enjoys their bed
She wants to visit
Him, without limit
Though gone, she’d like to see
His bones together, then
Underneath the green, no mind the weather
Please! No Cremation
Visiting him over the dark sky
Underneath that green bed
No one could ever emit a sigh
For, it is known, all others will tread.
Marriage ‘til death departed?
This gal won’t see him martyred
Her bones beside his bones
Or left to her, not his, moans.
He’d like to have sister’s no-bones
In with us! So-La! La!
Setting up a threesome
Ending that freesome.
No more, the Twosome!
About it, make no bones
Cremations don’t go like loans
Paid off, reverse no possibility
Done, there’s now no probability.
Gone, the bones to other energies
Try o try to find those synergies
Gone, is the dust forevermore,
Now - the ashes - you must store.
Gone, the body, evermore.
Ashes to ashes, so it is said
While here, be sure to enjoy your bed.
Cremation, Darnation!
(to be read loud + emphatically)
Carol Rae Bradford
March 2, 2006
9:00 am thru 10:00 am
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Carol Rae Bradford (Mayflower Arab)
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Carol Rae Bradford Poem
Time and Reality
To snatch the worlds of what you once were
Cannot be held in the palm of your hand
Friends dead and gone, you’ll wish to reconnect
They’ll not--the past gone--the loss of that land.
What were you then, and what are you now,
What do you chase, when you are low?
This world hurts, for you do not grow
You must, if you can, lose the foe.
The "foe" agin’ reality that will help to go
To growth, and renewal, though you throw
The roots, the stems, of what you would know.
Who are you, my friend, my self, to know?
We try, we always attempt to know us
Difficult to work without the show-us
But try hard to solve the mystery
Of meditation that would make one’s history.
The priests of knowledge will always tell
Go history, go, to study your knell
You must, in order to move that bell
Order, structure and practice will prove
Time, now, to get in the groove.
Love, Love, and meeting each other
Brings riches and life one to another
We all need that fabulous grace
As we meet each other face to face.
Extend, extend, your time together
Enjoy, work hard, no matter the weather
Time flees quickly, as you will see
Fritter it not, or you may not be
Given Life on the Proverbial Tree.
Carol Rae Bradford, 6:00 pm to 6:45 pm
January 12, 2025, Monday
Amended January 13, 2015 @ 5:35 am
Amended again, January 14-2015 12:40 pm
(c) Final @ 3/6, 2015, 6:30 pm & 3/12/7:48 am
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