not taken in by the death scam anymore tad. seen it too many times. like the old shell game. been playing poker with death for years, but he always has a full house - paul.
Riding red skin... On my way to see the Nurse. God, Angels, Spirits, Stephen-FUCKING-Hawking can decide my disperse. Dim light. Bright light. cant talk my way out of it One would wonder if I took a dream or thought with me. Did I leave a good looking corpse. Am I in dirt. Am I ash. How would I know. I just want to bury my cock in the nurse.
I have to admit I like Linda's version of this because it's more readable but I wanted to comment on your version. Love the way the last line twists the meaning into something else.
follow the light and angels songs your long dead loved ones will greet you there or maybe fire and brimstone would be my final fate
my life was not that of saint but I never believed in the hereafter life after death was too much to bear I'm tired and weary with pain
let my death be my final sleep my well earned reward...finally the day came when my time expired doctors brought me back again
but I found I had been right There is no life after we die a vast nothingness of which you are unaware it just ends with that final breath
But perhaps death is what we need it to be those who believe life goes on find the light those of us who want to end With death are allowed to rest in peace
I have mine started...I'm tired and weary too and death will be a final answer but, only then will we know what it will be...until then we can only wonder...great write!!!
Not only well written, it rather expresses how I feel about things too. It also kind of reminds me of this song, "Let the Mystery Be" by Iris Dement. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP9LT5HuzrE
From what I have heard from my various departed friends and loved ones, there is no death as we imagine it to be, howeer, who knows hat willhappen? I certainly have had enough experience with the departed to feel no fear and perhaps even a sense of anticipation! Personally I think you might get tired of resting...I have a lovely story I wrote I'd love to share with you if you're interested, let me know. I can send you a CD if you'd like to see it--it's actually a novella. Your oem is fine, for sure,and I think you expressed yourself nicely.
is there life before death? i've been a zombie since she died i'd give my life for one more smell of her breath sweet zoe never lied though due to her childhood, she cried.........and cried.......and cried
family is all gone house was full of ghosts never found where i belong just some succubus looking for human hosts and a banshee from the pits who'd taken too many heavy hits
most people i know don't deserve heaven, or hell just the tolling of the division bell i live in limbo not much of a place to go
i died twice and they brought me back why? for another heartbreak attack
everyone wants to live forever but no one ever gets it together.
" i think about life and i think about death and neither one particulally appeals to me " - the smiths.
love this one! very powerful in it's sadness and despair. love the lines most people i know don't deserve heaven, or hell just the tolling of the division bell and the last two lines are the glue to hold it all together
Your last stanza reminded me of these lines from "Standard White Jesus" by Timbuk3. "You gotta be dead to be bigger than life But everyone's afraid to fly Everyone want to be on a postage stamp But nobody wants to die."
thanks victoria. i'm not afraid to fly, it's the landing bit that is the problem. " bailing out now. i'd rather drown than fry " - david niven - a matter of life and death.
this is very thought provoking and stimulating. I enjoyed it very much. I have tried to email you but I keep getting error. I have the right addy but, for some reason it is not compatible.
tech is evil wolfie. the only thing that seems to fix it is hitting it very hard with a shoe. my e - mail is omegapaff@gmail.com. anyone can write. i'm like a cheap whore......always available ha ha. sorry. couldn't resist that joke - love paul.
thanks bonita. thought it might be too much, but then i remembered that you can never go too far in poetry.....never - welllllll, except for shouting at poetry books in the library ha ha - love - paul.
one of my no attemt to rhyme, except by accident poems. straight up on the screen. spell checks are for wimps ha ha.
LIFE DOESN'T RHYME WITH DEATH
who is to say i ever came back? i died twice luckily, i can't remember the gut attack sure it wasn't very nice
maybe this is the after life still full of trouble and stryfe but you'd think in heaven the trains would run on time and people wouldn't jump on the line
hell's donkeys!!! i couldn't stop rhyming after all at least i avoided that neighbourhood brawl
I like the way you rhyme naturally. And for straight up on the screen, this doesn't actually have many errors. "strife" rather than "stryfe" is about it. But personally, I think spell-check is for people who are NOT wimps, afraid to see just how bad their text is. LOL. To me, spell-check is for people who want to be read because clean text is not only easier to look at, the flow of reading it doesn't stop when there's a bump or a wall with an error.
we do spell some words differently across the pond. to people addicted to spell checker. three words " buy a dictionary ". it does look better well spelt though. just takes a bit of effort to learn every word in the english language. considering a lot of people around here can't read, or write, i may be shooting too high here - love and peas ( oops peace ha ha ) - paul.
heeyyyyy bonita. it's you yanks that talk funny. you ever talked to a woman from new jersey? eeerrr noy joysey i should say ha ha - sure i told you about that time i was really bored and pretended to be from australia all day? " g'day mate, you got a cold one for a thirsty wrangler? "....yes, i do get very bored ha ha - paul.
thanks tash. i sometimes rhyme unintentionally when i'm talking. can't help it. it doesn't help when you are talking to some humourless bastard from the council about there is no fricken way i'm paying the council tax - take care my friends - paul.
Not much of a poem, but at least it's something. I've been feeling like I haven't been contributing for a while. I did go back for the past two prompts and finally caught up on comments too. Sigh...
There is no god in my life no one to obey, heaven in exchange for good behavior.
Just call me a "rot in mud"-der. And if I'm wrong? Could be. I've been known to make mistakes.
Just read a lovely piece on toxic belief, and the bow-down-to-God one is for sure. Nice poem. There's one service that sets you up to grow a tree. Sounds good to me. Another ou can be made into a jewel so you relatives or whoever can wear you! How about that!
hmmmm never seen any evidence of god victoria. plenty of signs of the devil though, or is that just human nature? - no one tells me what to do - love and peace - paul.
I could be made into a diamond for a ring. I could be packaged with a tree to be planted, or buried in a cardboard box to rot mingling my minerals with the earth that made me.
I could be incinerated, my ashes scattered or mixed into garden soil, yet nothing of that would be me. Who needs old clothes? I'll leave mine for whatever purpose to be reabsorbed, recycled.
These are actual possibilities I have collected in my Death and Dying folder--a subject I've been interested in most of my life, though I'm not sure why...
if i make it to the afterlife ( doubtful ) i'd like to be greeted by all the puppies and one woman i've ever known. priest told me once that animals don't go to heaven. told him " well i'm not interested in it then " - love and peace - paul.
BAIT AND SWITCH
ReplyDeleteThe dead keep texting me,
e-mails, instant message:
they’ve settled on me
to be their spokesman.
They won’t say why.
Perhaps it was spam,
they were phishing,
I got suckered in
like those Nigerian
bank accounts,
like those housewives
in your home town
who want to have sex with you
tonight. They want people,
not necessarily
their loved ones, who mostly
they no longer think about,
to know the truth:
Death is a scam,
a bait and switch.
Don’t get taken in.
one of those poems that the only response I have is wow! left me speechless with it's power and poignancy.
DeleteI loved this, Tad...it was very power filled and real
DeleteYes. I agree with Bonnie. It's difficult to not just go "wow" at every one of your poems. And I sure do with death was a scam. Sigh...
Deletenot taken in by the death scam anymore tad. seen it too many times. like the old shell game. been playing poker with death for years, but he always has a full house - paul.
DeleteA wonderful rendition of the truth of it all as I know it to be from personal experience also. Thanks for this great poem!
DeleteRiding red skin... On my way to see the Nurse. God, Angels, Spirits, Stephen-FUCKING-Hawking can decide my disperse. Dim light. Bright light. cant talk my way out of it
ReplyDeleteOne would wonder if I took a dream or thought with me. Did I leave a good looking corpse. Am I in dirt. Am I ash. How would I know. I just want to bury my cock in the nurse.
awesome write! hope to hear more from you with future prompts. welcome to the group!
DeleteI have to admit I like Linda's version of this because it's more readable but I wanted to comment on your version. Love the way the last line twists the meaning into something else.
DeleteWoo hoo! Welcome and thanks for the interesting take on the prompt.
DeleteRiding red skin...
ReplyDeleteOn my way to see the nurse
God, angels, spirits, Stephen-FUCKING-Hawking
can decide my disperse
Dim light...
Bright light...
can't talk my way
out of it
One would wonder
if I took a dream
or thought with me
Did I leave a good looking corpse?
Am I in dirt?
Am I ash?
How would I know?
...I just want to
bury my cock in the
...nurse
Kev, I rewrote this for you in poetic form...how do you like it?
works both ways... the words are powerful and it's just and awesome write.
DeleteI thought it was pretty good too!!! I hope you continue to write for us Kev!
DeleteThank you sweets.
DeleteI agree with Bonnie that's it's an "awesome write" but formatted as Linda did makes it an "awesome read" too.
DeleteI agree with all, both versions are good, It's the words that matter in the long or even in the short run! Good job, Linda.
Deletefollow the light and angels songs
ReplyDeleteyour long dead loved ones will greet you there
or maybe fire and brimstone would
be my final fate
my life was not that of saint
but I never believed in the hereafter
life after death was too much to bear
I'm tired and weary with pain
let my death be my final sleep
my well earned reward...finally
the day came when my time expired
doctors brought me back again
but I found I had been right
There is no life after we die
a vast nothingness of which you are unaware
it just ends with that final breath
But perhaps death is what we need it to be
those who believe life goes on find the light
those of us who want to end
With death are allowed to rest in peace
I have mine started...I'm tired and weary too and death will be a final answer but, only then will we know what it will be...until then we can only wonder...great write!!!
DeleteI know it kind of goes all over the place but then I guess that's how I am about life after death...kind of all over the place...lol
DeleteNot only well written, it rather expresses how I feel about things too. It also kind of reminds me of this song, "Let the Mystery Be" by Iris Dement. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP9LT5HuzrE
Deletedeath and i are old friends bonita. never known any salvation, or heaven though. " i just believe in beatles " - john's ghost.
DeleteFrom what I have heard from my various departed friends and loved ones, there is no death as we imagine it to be, howeer, who knows hat willhappen? I certainly have had enough experience with the departed to feel no fear and perhaps even a sense of anticipation! Personally I think you might get tired of resting...I have a lovely story I wrote I'd love to share with you if you're interested, let me know. I can send you a CD if you'd like to see it--it's actually a novella. Your oem is fine, for sure,and I think you expressed yourself nicely.
Deletehere we go!
ReplyDeleteDESOLATION ( SHE FROZE TO DEATH IN SUMMER 2 )
is there life before death?
i've been a zombie since she died
i'd give my life for one more smell of her breath
sweet zoe never lied
though due to her childhood, she cried.........and cried.......and cried
family is all gone
house was full of ghosts
never found where i belong
just some succubus looking for human hosts
and a banshee from the pits
who'd taken too many heavy hits
most people i know don't deserve heaven, or hell
just the tolling of the division bell
i live in limbo
not much of a place to go
i died twice and they brought me back
why? for another heartbreak attack
everyone wants to live forever
but no one ever gets it together.
" i think about life and i think about death and neither one particulally appeals to me " - the smiths.
love this one! very powerful in it's sadness and despair. love the lines most people i know don't deserve heaven, or hell
Deletejust the tolling of the division bell
and the last two lines are the glue to hold it all together
Your last stanza reminded me of these lines from "Standard White Jesus" by Timbuk3.
Delete"You gotta be dead to be bigger than life
But everyone's afraid to fly
Everyone want to be on a postage stamp
But nobody wants to die."
thanks victoria. i'm not afraid to fly, it's the landing bit that is the problem. " bailing out now. i'd rather drown than fry " - david niven - a matter of life and death.
DeleteVery powerful and very poignant. An hones poem fo sure.
Deletethanks tash. it's being honest that gets me in to trouble.
Deleteoh! i'm good at the sadness and despair thing bonita......lots of practice - love and library ladies - paul.
Deletethis is very thought provoking and stimulating. I enjoyed it very much. I have tried to email you but I keep getting error. I have the right addy but, for some reason it is not compatible.
Deletetech is evil wolfie. the only thing that seems to fix it is hitting it very hard with a shoe. my e - mail is omegapaff@gmail.com. anyone can write. i'm like a cheap whore......always available ha ha. sorry. couldn't resist that joke - love paul.
Deletethanks bonita. thought it might be too much, but then i remembered that you can never go too far in poetry.....never - welllllll, except for shouting at poetry books in the library ha ha - love - paul.
ReplyDeleteone of my no attemt to rhyme, except by accident poems. straight up on the screen. spell checks are for wimps ha ha.
ReplyDeleteLIFE DOESN'T RHYME WITH DEATH
who is to say i ever came back?
i died twice
luckily, i can't remember the gut attack
sure it wasn't very nice
maybe this is the after life
still full of trouble and stryfe
but you'd think in heaven the trains would run on time
and people wouldn't jump on the line
hell's donkeys!!! i couldn't stop rhyming after all
at least i avoided that neighbourhood brawl
I like the way you rhyme naturally. And for straight up on the screen, this doesn't actually have many errors. "strife" rather than "stryfe" is about it. But personally, I think spell-check is for people who are NOT wimps, afraid to see just how bad their text is. LOL. To me, spell-check is for people who want to be read because clean text is not only easier to look at, the flow of reading it doesn't stop when there's a bump or a wall with an error.
DeletePaul lives in England...they spell words funny there :-). and they talk funny too... lol
Deletewe do spell some words differently across the pond. to people addicted to spell checker. three words " buy a dictionary ". it does look better well spelt though. just takes a bit of effort to learn every word in the english language. considering a lot of people around here can't read, or write, i may be shooting too high here - love and peas ( oops peace ha ha ) - paul.
Deleteheeyyyyy bonita. it's you yanks that talk funny. you ever talked to a woman from new jersey? eeerrr noy joysey i should say ha ha - sure i told you about that time i was really bored and pretended to be from australia all day? " g'day mate, you got a cold one for a thirsty wrangler? "....yes, i do get very bored ha ha - paul.
DeleteYes, another nice one and the rhymes work. Thanks for your efforts they are fun to read.
Deletethanks tash. i sometimes rhyme unintentionally when i'm talking. can't help it. it doesn't help when you are talking to some humourless bastard from the council about there is no fricken way i'm paying the council tax - take care my friends - paul.
DeleteNot much of a poem, but at least it's something. I've been feeling like I haven't been contributing for a while. I did go back for the past two prompts and finally caught up on comments too. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteThere is no god
in my life
no one to obey,
heaven in exchange for
good behavior.
Just call me
a "rot in mud"-der.
And if I'm wrong? Could be.
I've been known to
make mistakes.
actually it is quite a good poem... I like the last lines... they say it all for all of us.
DeleteJust read a lovely piece on toxic belief, and the bow-down-to-God one is for sure. Nice poem. There's one service that sets you up to grow a tree. Sounds good to me. Another ou can be made into a jewel so you relatives or whoever can wear you! How about that!
Deletehmmmmmm...interesting. I just hate to think that there is nothing more...
Deletehmmmm never seen any evidence of god victoria. plenty of signs of the devil though, or is that just human nature? - no one tells me what to do - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeleteRecycled Life
ReplyDeleteI could be made into a diamond
for a ring. I could be packaged
with a tree to be planted, or
buried in a cardboard box
to rot mingling my minerals
with the earth that made me.
I could be incinerated, my ashes
scattered or mixed into garden soil,
yet nothing of that would be me.
Who needs old clothes? I'll
leave mine for whatever purpose
to be reabsorbed, recycled.
Rinse and repeat,
as the saying goes.
wow! love this one! especially the last part..who needs old clothes? … the last two lines are perfect.
DeleteThank you, I wasn't sure about the last two lines so it's good to know they work.
Deletei'm sure you are already a diamond young lady - love - paul.
Deleteyes, this is a good poem. I enjoyed it very much
DeleteThese are actual possibilities I have collected in my Death and Dying folder--a subject I've been interested in most of my life, though I'm not sure why...
ReplyDeleteLife After Life
ReplyDeleteAfter this life where will I go?
What will I do when not in this place
will I be me with another face?
what will I know?
Will I remember anything
of what I've learned or what I did?
Will I remember secrets hid
or words to sing?
The cycles of time go round and round,
taking us where we need to go,
Teaching us what we need to know,
and where it's found.
One day I hope I'll learn to sing
the notes that open every door
to show me all that went before,
and everything.
I will be patient until I know
whatever it is that sets me free
to join the All eternally
and then I'll go.
nice write...after the previous one it seems a bit lackadaisical but still a nice write
Deleteif i make it to the afterlife ( doubtful ) i'd like to be greeted by all the puppies and one woman i've ever known.
Deletepriest told me once that animals don't go to heaven. told him " well i'm not interested in it then " - love and peace - paul.
another good poem. I am depressed. I couldn't write another poem if I tried.
DeleteI've been playing with this form I devised and having fun with it. Here I used repeating rhymes. How dos it work for you, my friends?
ReplyDeleteI see myself
ReplyDeleteand I know I'm dead
I float above
my own head
my body's still
and in my bed
silence reigns
my kingdom's black
death seize me
om my clothing sack
death is cold
death is hot
the body dies
the soul does not
do we come back
as something more
or float around
earth's open door
grandpa came back
as a prick of light
I listened closely
with all my might
only once do
we see such a sight
follow, follow
the blinding light...
nice wolfie. if i came back, i'd like it to be as a dolphin, not some semi evolved monkey, with a gun - love and peace - paul.
Deleteinteresting ideas and concepts... nicely written
ReplyDelete