cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
155 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
155 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
155 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
155 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
#aging
#death
#God
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oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
#aging
#death
#God
80 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
30th Jan 2025 2:26am
Lost in the Seams
Playing my own funeral March
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
Sit down tap out a tune
Didn’t know this would be my funeral
Stand before Jesus
Profess my sins to him
He says that is not so
It’s who I am
Bathing in dirty water
Come up clean prophecy
Bathing in Jesus
Looking for lost prophets
Lost in the seams
Lost in the seams
Search for me in deviling
Come up soul clean
The path is short I’m getting there
Still a beast in the in between
...
#aging
#death
#God
80 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 3:23am
28th Nov 2024 3:23am
Sister, Whatever You Need
Sister, Whatever You Need
Whatever you need
Whatever I can do
I want you to know
That I am here for you
If you want to talk
Or need a shoulder to cry on
I want you to know that
I am here for you to rely on
However lonely you feel
You are not alone
I am only as far away
As the nearest phone
So don't hesitate to call
No matter what you need
I rush to your side
With all Heaven's speed
Whatever you need
Whatever I can do
I want you to know
That I am here for you
If you want to talk
Or need a shoulder to cry on
I want you to know that
I am here for you to rely on
However lonely you feel
You are not alone
I am only as far away
As the nearest phone
So don't hesitate to call
No matter what you need
I rush to your side
With all Heaven's speed
#death
#heartbroken
185 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 3:23am
28th Nov 2024 3:23am
Sister, Whatever You Need
Sister, Whatever You Need
Whatever you need
Whatever I can do
I want you to know
That I am here for you
If you want to talk
Or need a shoulder to cry on
I want you to know that
I am here for you to rely on
However lonely you feel
You are not alone
I am only as far away
As the nearest phone
So don't hesitate to call
No matter what you need
I rush to your side
With all Heaven's speed
Whatever you need
Whatever I can do
I want you to know
That I am here for you
If you want to talk
Or need a shoulder to cry on
I want you to know that
I am here for you to rely on
However lonely you feel
You are not alone
I am only as far away
As the nearest phone
So don't hesitate to call
No matter what you need
I rush to your side
With all Heaven's speed
#death
#heartbroken
185 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
184 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
184 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
184 reads
2 Comments
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