Bury me
Bury me in your thoughts
and worse
in your poetic verse
as worst
then over my bier
throw all the roses here
mostly red ones
now shed a tear or two
wouldn’t you?
as you lower my bier
six feet below
twill be dark and cold
so leave a candle
and a match stick too
ere I feel
like returning back to you
But take care
place no tissue
ere I burn away
as I wouldn’t want to
someone would wish
I’d do ....
So wipe your tears
the burial is near
make it a bit emotional
without fear
as you alone
are my near ones
my dear
none else know me
except for you here
So bury all my thoughts
and
with it all its incense.
but take a picture of me
to garland daily
as you know
I love fragrance
of lovely humanity.
Now go
I sleep
ere you weep.....
Comments
Hi loved
A unique poem. Well done.
Even when death has come to me
and my body, buried it will be
my soul will always be near,
for true love is forever..
Alid
thankx Alid UNIQUE ya tis
how r u?
Hi loved
I've seen better days. Just change the painkiller but so far, still not working well.:C
Alid
Lovedly
pretty sentimental write laced with a bit of humor...
Regards,
twas the aim
raj u r sublime
Hi loved
I like the line "bury me in your thoughts" the poem itself made me smile - many people leave photographs by the grave or on the headstone - and it's nice to see flowers on graves.
:) I like it, it's a good poem.
Love Mand xxxxx
Hi Mand
sorry for the delay Raj has summed it up well I think
thanks
Loved
Should you reach out and find my sanctuary before I.
Then I shall give you a Viking funeral, setting you loose on a wide stream or a lake in a carved boat with a fire to keep you warm until you reach the other side.
Take care young Bard, I shall hasten to my cave to prepare a cup of tea, good write, though it needs a tidy in places lol.
Yours as always, Ian
u don't say Yes I'd deserve one sitting atop the TITANIC
u don't say
Yes I'd deserve one
sitting atop the TITANIC
but do not panic
many come here to stay
they need to be pushed away
while some came just yesterday
did you see
how some cynic pushed them away
God... who ever he or she may be
resides in the jungles of mind
cobwebs at times
eyes' blind
but have you noticed
as I do everyday
Newspapers say
1923 born are still on their way
yet 2000 born were taken by a flight straight away
in the darkness of an eerie night
just do not sway
none know who will be next
you or I who can
that ever say
not even Stan nor Jess nor Joe
neither can that can
I or Ian
WHO may go
FIRST!
Ah Ha!
You are a closet rhymer after all lol. I think this is a good example of the use of rhyme in a predominately free verse poem......stan
you are the master Stan
so predominant
in thought
deed
and
action
and &
may I now add
in assessment......
Thank the funeral marchers
who play
''A JOLLY GOOD FELLA''
today
yet live out a memorable
happy day