Chintee
Senior Poet
Hero of Arizona
Posts: 44
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Post by Chintee on Sept 24, 2010 21:42:05 GMT
Into catacombs of great depth,
Through life's rhythms, fathoms and rue
We travelers leave an evening blue;
You must not mourn! Let morning arrive
with an optimistic pride.
And come evening after,
You must not mourn! Let company arrive,
to share love and laughter.
Memento mori! My friends, live
Knowing both best and bastard:
Fools! If against mortality they strive.
Now departed, no beyond is found but
Fondly ignited, now profound and spread
Like fire, we dead resound and roundabout;
The echoes---crowned and led, still dead,
Grow wisdom amidst your dread and doubt.
You must not mourn! Let happiness thrive
in my remembrance, fear not my friends! |
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Sept 25, 2010 9:55:06 GMT
This is a serious turn to the bard of Arizona! I think I'd better increase your karma level.
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Post by Pastor Peter Grovell, D.D. on Sept 25, 2010 10:29:53 GMT
A touching poem with no mention of sex-sin! Well done!
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Post by Count Orlok on Sept 25, 2010 23:30:26 GMT
I, being a famous vampire bat and creature of the night, was naturally attracted by the title of this poem. Gravestones have long been a big fave of mine. And I would agree with you that the grave is not a subject for mourning. Indeed it is a great place for necrophilia and other twilight games.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Sept 28, 2010 0:00:19 GMT
Interesting. I once had sex in a graveyard - well, truthfully, it was in the chapel of rest. I never knew who my lover was but he/she never complained.
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Post by larry lurch on Sept 29, 2010 17:59:17 GMT
i thoghut this was verry deep indede and i liked it alot!!!
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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 4, 2010 14:14:10 GMT
This reminds me of my own graveyard poem which I shall now post here for your delectation tonight!
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