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Jul 08, 2012

idolotary....part second..... read after first

Excellent humor you inject,
into a solitude of times' occurrence
I shall convey to the unfortunate guy
that tis his time to bide,
so let him no more moan
for a flower now torn
and petals strewn,
upon raw paths unknown,
yet which all have to travel alone.

I yet recall another guy’s funeral.
he asked the pastor’ or what,
what to do after the burial was history
and twas time to be back home.
the guy advised
do what he would have done,
at this hour, had he been alive
and you dead.

Have champagne
and
let his soul dance amidst all present.
he decided.

Another guy in a similar situation,
buried his better half
and said
good riddance,
let’s celebrate, ere 'tis too late
for my burials tomorrow
the doc has said.

now I can live some more time leisurely,
as the strap,
dog strap is off me.

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Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: ROU

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Candlewitch

It is sad to think that many poeple stay in loveless marriages. To think of all those long years spent with someone, yet lonely. It must feel like a reprieve when that mate does release them, albeit through death.

I've noticed that your writing has gone deeper and taken on more texture. You write well.

always, Cat (& eddy)

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12 years 9 months ago

''I've noticed that your writing has gone deeper and taken on more texture. You write well.''

Mostly my poetry is creative imagination and an outburst of what I read anywhere, good or bad ,also indifferent .That you so feel,
is a flying feather in my cap...
My regards

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 9 months ago

A variety of ways to approach the Death thing and looked at from a few angles, Lazarus came back but never said where he had been, so it is still a mystery.
Grand writing there young Bard though the first one of these two seemed to be better in the mind, Yours Ian.T