Craveyard
Many visit the graveyard
What about the craveyard?
Filled with creative cravings
That were denied
Then turned to stone
And died
Each one engraved
With what might
Have been
Comments
Ruth I have a tree picked out
A mighty oak one day
At present it's a little twig
A little twig so gay
When I choof off my mortal coil
(An hour before I do)
I'll whack this oak a'top me
Say toodleoodleoo
My fans for all eternity
(Cos oaks they grow that long)
Will bow to poet Silly One
Who always got things wrong
boing...boing....
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Special Thanks to Don, Dorothy, Nigel, Phillipos and Kate for reading and your comments.
Phillipos those ways of being remembered are interesting. I would love to have a tree instead of a grave stone, but not for a long time yet....I hope lol!
My cravings don't get time Ruth
To even taste the dust
My neurons quickly grab them
Cos food they need, they must
I have a little problem Ruth
Police they took my phone
Was caught when driving using it
Can't text, sorry, it's gone
Thalia: I told you you can't do this Don....
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<Deleted User> (22444)
Thu 31st Oct 2019 21:10
I like the idea of a craveyard. Good pickings for future endeavours.
Philipos
Thu 31st Oct 2019 17:44
I suppose we all have different ways by which we wish to be remembered. I think of the ancestral totem poles of the Red Indian as I say that - and the stone cut figures of the Easter Islanders from the past - to name but a few. Of course many poets have tried it as well including Sacha Moorsham, whom I cite: 'I hold dead friends like jewels in my hand.....' Have meditated that often enough as a lament at funerals for deceased friends. ?
Door chain rattles
screaming can be heard
weird ghostly wail
stone hits window
please don't worry - - -
Mother's forgotten her key!
Clever Ruth.....
My creative cravings
Won't turn to stone
I'll text to you
On mobile phone
My mobile phone
Won't turn to stone
Creative drivel
(I've lost the plot....)
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Ruth O'Reilly
Fri 1st Nov 2019 22:41
That's what I was thinking Don, a mighty oak. We already have some planted in Sherwood forest Land of Robin Hood!
Good job you came along with that little ditty before it got all morbid in the craveyard!