Oblivioni traditæ



With your cranium subterranean

you lay beneath the sod,

your withered flesh devoured

your soul at last with god.


The stone stands In memoriam

as weeds push through the cracks,

every year a flourish more of them

the fruit of you perhaps?


The epitaph as cold as stone

mere dates that mark your days,

a life lived out lies here unknown

no single word of praise.



◄ Babel-buzz

Gone from me and you ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 8th May 2019 20:41

Thank you for all the likes on this folks...


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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 8th May 2019 04:53

Thanks Ray,

I am pleased you saw the humour in this it certainly was not meant to be terribly serious.

We get what we deserve and if we live like miserable bastards what is to be expected when we shuffle off.

All the best, I'll try to respond to your comments on "Taking the plunge" later today. Just dealing with livestock in top field at present, bloody English weather eh!


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Tue 7th May 2019 17:39

Hi David. The beauty of rhyme which of course is often your choice is that it affords the added bonus of humour when needed, which is here in shovelfuls. Ultimately I think it is wise to take our demises with a pinch of salt, as it is really the life we are mourning rather than the shell, in whatever form that takes!

I do like you in this questioning mode, even if you have worked out your own answers. The sea comment reminds me of Bernard Manning who spoke of his wife who said to him: "when you die i'll dance on your grave; the answer: "that's good, I'm getting buried at sea."


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 7th May 2019 13:13

Thank you J and Rachel,

I must say though I do hope this doesn't quite sum up my final resting place.

I have requested a burial at sea because all my family get sea sick, it'll be fun.

Rachel, I must have told you how much I love Larry David..I just spent 20 mins watching clips...still not enough though.

Thanks again,


PS, I suppose if I had a physical memorial I would like something funny or abusive written on it, or both. I'll be dead what would I care?

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Tue 7th May 2019 13:00

a few words of wisdom to shed a bit of light...


For most, there probably just aren't enough words to tell the world how much a loved one has meant.


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Jason Bayliss

Tue 7th May 2019 10:23

Unless you write your own 😁

Excellent poem, really sums up the final resting place well.


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