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beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache

The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.

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The following comments are for "self pity?"
by ivordavies

Does anyone?

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 16, 2005 )

I found this to be lovely. A question I've pondered, but never put so concisely and gracefully. Like the best poetry, instead of describing the fish, it forms a net in the mind of the reader that lets him catch his own fish, still gleaming and flapping. Bravo!

( Posted by: Icarus [Member] On: May 16, 2005 )

A lot of hot air
Nice work Ivor, haiku's are usually hot airballoons to me, they fly right over my head but I've got a good seat on this one and am enjoying the view!

Incidently, can you suggest a rhyme for 'enema?' The closest I can come to it is 'reminisce' and 'enemas' but it's too forced. I think I've landed myself with an 'orange' or a 'purple' for that matter.

( Posted by: Emlyn [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Cinema, my dear,cinema.


( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )


allah, alma, alpha, alta, aqua, asia, asthma, aura, ayah, baba, balsa, beta, boa, bola, bona, brahma, broca, buddha, burma, bursa, bwana, centra, cha-cha, cheetah, china, chroma, chukka, circa, claustra, cobra, coca, cola, coma, comma, conga, contra, costa, cuba, dacha, dahlia, data, delta, dendra, derma, diva, dogma, donna, drachma, drama, era, extra, ezra, fauna, fellah, firma, flora, fonda, fuchsia, gala, gama, gamma, geisha, gemma, genre, georgia, ghana, goethe, greta, guava, gumma, henna, honda, hookah, huh, hula, hydra, ida, inca, infra, java, jonah, junta, jura, juxta, kafka, kama, kappa, karma, kava, kola, krishna, krona, krone, kwacha, lama, larva, lava, libra, lima, lingua, lira, llama, lyra, magma, magna, malta, mama, mamba, mamma, manna, mantra, mantras, matzo, maya, mecca, melba, mensa, mesa, mica, mitzvah, mocha, mora, mullah, myna, naphtha, nasa, nausea, noah, noma, nova, nucha, okra, ouija, ova, panda, papa, parka, parve, pasha, pasta, persia, pica, pinna, pinta, pizza, plasma, plaza, pleura, plica, pneuma, polka, prima, prussia, pukka, puma, puna, pupa, purdah, quota, raga, raja, rajah, retina, rhoda, rhumba, rosa, rota, ruga, rumba, russia, rya, sabra, saga, sagas, salsa, samba, sanka, santa, sarah, sauna, schema, scilla, sclera, scotia, scuba, senna, seta, sheila, sherpa, shiva, sigma, smegma, soda, sofa, soya, sparta, spatula, spectra, spica, sputa, squama, stagna, stanza, stigma, stoma, strata, stria, stroma, struma, sulfa, sulpha, supra, sura, sutra, tampa, terra, the, theta, tilde, toga, tonga, torah, torte, trauma, troika, tuba, tulsa, tuna, tundra, uh, ulna, ultra, umbra, ursa, vedanta, versa, via, villa, visa, vista, vita, viva, vodka, volga, volta, vulva, yoga, yucca, yuma, zebra, zeta

Any help?


ps. cheated! follow this link!

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Enema(spelt right)
Sorry missed the link:

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

OH Ivor!!! triskaidekaphobia
just came to me in my Dr. Dictionary word of the day,,,,"A morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th."

Ivor love this little Haiku. I wish we could some how work on a New Thread,,like we used to with Claire? Think we can try something out?

It is SO good to see you here Ivor. Missed you lots when you were away.......and in between.

You are a blessing to know, a sweet and kind gentleman.

Darlene ;)

Why does my soul ache?

despairing losses
loved ones leave too soon
unwanted changes

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

'My Wake' THREAD

Your Haiku sums it up perfectly, may I ask you to post it, as not everyone follows comments.

Yes, although time is our biggest enemy, I feel we should start a 'thread' of some description. There are a lot of new people on site who need introduding to the 'nutters' who have been around for a while!

Another ball.. or maybe a wake? Who shall we mourn? The ghost of yesterdays past? Lets see:

I knew a lad so quick and bright,
So fancyful and free.
The suits he wore in black and white
Spoke volumes of his glee.
For living life and having fun,
He made it quite an art.
Memories of the things he's done,
Still warm his aging heart.
But now he's turned into a sage,
Or so his 'ranking' says.
This may reflect his bodies age,
But surely not his ways.
So raise you glasses to this lad,
And let yourselves be sad.
And when we join him at his wake,
Remember he was mad!

Yes, a thread on how you think your own 'wake' should be.....

Have Fun,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Sir Ivor...
never once has failed, you give me a smile...
remember, you are your magic/medicine/religion/ there you are, miss you much, love your smiles...


( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Join the Thread,
Dars suggestion, a poetry thread.

This was an invitation to join the thread... Jump in and have some fun. Just write a poem about how your wake should go/ be etc. in the comments...all welcome!

Funny, Serious, Stupid, Deep... anything goes..

Have Fun,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Darlene's Wake
Well there once this good ol' broad
of whom we are here to lay to rest.
Her personality trait was a bit odd,
her looks were all about the breast,

Ahem, pardon me I mean about the best.
Well that's what I thought with beer.
Well ok, let's let that old chick rest,
and tell her whatever she wants to hear.

So she didn't like anyone off the norm,
drunk or stoned, she'd slam the door.
She had morals and really hated porn,
but for sex she would scream for MORE.

Ok I am gettin' off track,,, oh yea Dar,
a smile worth a million,like a story told
So here's a toast where ever you are!!!
Better come back, there's laundry to fold!!!

(HEE HEE HEE as Lilia would say!)

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

I 'awoke ' at my funeral to finds I was dead,
Now guzzling ale were the ones at my bed.
Pretending to like all my poems that they'd read,
But none of the buggers understood what I said.

Me in my coffin, all calm and serene,
With them telling jokes that were bloody obsene.
Nobody cared if I'd gone straight to hell,
As long as their gobs were filled up really well.

But Ill have the last laugh, for I know their traits.
And when I come haunting, I'll rattle their crates.
And turn their beer off, so it bloats up their guts.
I'll get my revenge for them saying I'm nuts.

So come all my 'friends' raise your glasses to me,
But don't think this is the last you will see.
I'll be back in your nightmares, screaming out rhymes.
For I now have eternity, making up lines.

Lines for the bastards who never would look,
At my meager attempts at a poetry book.
For my ghost will plague those who's whole life was run,
In thwarting my efforts to fill life with fun!

Get the idea....


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Bea's Wake
I remember Bea well
I heard she was dead
You wouldn't believe
The life she led
What fancifull visions
She had in her head
A Funeral home
Was her families bread
Wakes night after night
Were normal for her
I guess when death came
She said "Hello again sir!"

She looks so peaceful lying there
As I shed a tear and say a prayer
I wonder if she wrote a poem
Before her maker called her home
I bet if she did, she did it with style
Saying "Goodbye my friends
I'll be gone for awhile
I hope Lit will miss me...
Don't forget Grandma Bea!"
And when she arrives at the golden gate
(And as usual...she's three hours late!)
St. Peter will pause...then break out in a grin're Grandma Bea...come in...come in!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Wakers Write ON!!!
Hee HEE...this is SO funny,,,welcome HOME Windchime, even for a peek here and there, Gramma and Ivor, LOL....what can I say...this is fun.

Dar :) :) :)

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Come on don't be shy
Jump in your coffin and die
Don't pass this chance by

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

Wake Thread- ty for old fun


I can’t be dead.
There’s laundry to fold.

So, this is it?

I was at the sink...
when all of a sudden... my head.. began.. to.. throb...

I didn’t see my life flash,
nor bright white light,
nor even tunnel-
yet here I am.
wherever “here” may be.

I feel
in an atmosphere
of peace
No stress.
No fear.
Sweet release-

But what is this?
Don’t cry, don’t cry...
I’m right here!

I reach out-
but I’m veiled to you-

I’m here, I’m here,
I promise.

Reach with your heart;
that is where we meet
and I can touch you,


( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: May 17, 2005 )

The Children Will Have To Fly Kites
The children will have to fly kites
all by themselves,
climb heights,
or stay away from fist-fights.
The children will have to
from now on,
all by themselves.

The children who were used to
getting presents each night
will have to walk to the store on their own,
or wait for uncles or aunts to drop by
for a pouchful of M&Ms
or a bagful of Toblerone.

The children will have to
hug their mother tonight,
keep her warm
and tuck her to bed if need be,
comb her hair,
kiss her forehead, anything…
the children will have to comfort her
all by themselves.

The children, the eldest at least,
will have to write or call my friends
and tell them about tonight,
and at least one of them must not forget
to ask their mother to read this
tomorrow at the church before the march.

Oh, the children will have to fly kites
all by themselves,
as their mother pick up the pieces
and carry on.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

We love yah for doing this. Take care, and this is just for fun, no one has to die this soon yet LOL. :)

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

wake me up!
dearly beloved, we are here to honor our friend,
she tried to save the world, yet did fail, yet her life grows as we speak...I feel her presence, it surrounds us with love, fore she knew not of hate.
oh I assure you, she's dancing, singing, oh the fun she must be having...
She told me many times my hands are my greatest gift...this is true, she had a way of expression, that was amazing, she did sculptures from the appropriate earth, and blend and blend to perfection. her paintings and drawing's awed the toughest critics. They wondered how did she do that, she told me,"earth, wind and fire and of course the element water."
She is with us as I speak, she really knows all now.

Her last word's are, it's a curse and blessing to be different, it's when the balance becomes,
you become the know of the balance, then all falls into its place.


( Posted by: robinbird [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Drop Down Dead!
Poets gather at my Wake,
With words so deep, none can mistake.
The heartfelt feelings that they share,
About the 'subject' buried there.
But surely our wake's just begun,
Few of my friends have joined the fun.
I hope far more will still arrive,
To join the others as they strive.
To say in words what 'death' would mean,
When life's small journey ends it's scene.
How will my friends review 'their' wake?
Join us in 'death' for heavens sake!


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

((Windchime))((Peter))'s Wakes
How nice that this brougth you both home for a bit. Enough for a hug and words of love. yes for fun.......memory's sake. Love this. Great ((Ivor))
love and hugs
Darlene :)

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

sorry I forgot
And Ivor, must I say that I liked your haiku very much! The last line 'why does my soul ache' tells a lot, requires a lot for answers. thanks. :) And hi to Dar :)

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Dear, Sweet, Lucy
Dear, Sweet, Lucy,

Ivor's Thread:

I just read this back and it sounds like I am lecturing. That was not my intention... just sincere expression from me to you, based on my experiences, and your post; given in a spirit of love and respect for my single favorite writer on Lit (how I miss you!).

This was the most disturbing of your comments that I've read (more of a post hidden in a comment). God! I could have written this so many times in my life.

What a tragic place to be when we feel like we have no identity but what circumstance has provoked from us.

You are a dear, sweet soul Lucy. Be careful not to let your frustration make you bitter because bitterness and disappointment quench joy like nothing else, leaving us an empty, angry shell.

I've also learned that beauty is not something you can see in a mirror. It is our spirit that either draws or repels.

Some of the most physically perfect people I have known, are the most evil (repelling)and others (like the Mother Theresa's I've known)are physically unattractive in the extreme (yet attractive).

The feeling we give a person when we enter a room is the litmus test.

If we are "about" celebrating them, and the first thing they see is a smile and open arms, they will not see our wrinkles and knobby fingers. Their hearts choose to see the sparkle in our eyes that validates them instead. They see beauty even if we do not.

If we ask about them instead of telling them about our woes, they respond to it.

When I have found myself in the mire, the kind you wonder if death is the only cure for, I have prayed for a new perspective and that my eyes would be open to see everything as it is, instead of through my damaged emotions.

That's when I saw that I was self-absorbed (which is normal when you are trying to figure it all out)and that was feeding the depression and self-loathing. I would mind-surf, stacking up every evil word spoken against me from birth and every action that was less than honorable and decide I had been worthless and brought nothing but pain to everyone in my life, always. (Dieing would be doing "them" a favor.)

The problem with that is that it is not an accurate assessment of our worth (or worthlessness). It exists in our minds only, tainted by our own darkness. Anyone else would give a different perspective, even if peppered with some of our shortcomings (we ALL have shortcomings).

Your presence on Lit has brought me so much positive emotion (through reading your work and from your honest encouragement). I would suspect that you will never imagine all of the people you have touched in your life and still do.

In case this post was autobiographical, I just want you to know that you are loved, respected and appreciated.

And... if you lived on my block, I would be on my way to your house with some flowers I picked from my garden and a basket of fresh fruit and croissants to share while sitting in the morning sun, and a heart-felt hug.

Be well, my friend,


( Posted by: FeliciaStone [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Powerful statements. This would make a very nice song.


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Hail.Hail, the gang\\\'s (almost)
here! See Ivor...I TOLD you, you belonged here! This is fantastic, with our old friends coming back to join us again...come out, come out wherever you are the rest of you...we're still waiting! Nae...where are you...Claire...we NEED you...Bob, you're only next door, c'mon over! We'll have a grand ole Irish wake here in a bit...who'll bring the booze?


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Hail.Hail, the gang's (almost)
here! See Ivor...I TOLD you, you belonged here! This is fantastic, with our old friends coming back to join us again...come out, come out wherever you are the rest of you...we're still waiting! Nae...where are you...Claire...we NEED you...Bob, you're only next door, c'mon over! We'll have a grand ole Irish wake here in a bit...who'll bring the booze?


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Dead Poets Party
See, you have to die in this place to get noticed!

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Ivor....Funny comment
yes Bea, waiting for Nae, CLaire would be SO good...Peter, Bob, Yep and more more more.....


( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

A Wake
Well Poets die to claim their fame,
But after death we stay the same.
The life and soul of our own wake,
(Although the drinks we don't partake}.
Our wake's, to some, are just a game,
That poets play to stay insane.
But thoughts and feelings thus exposed,
May help us when 'our' lifetime's closed.
So come along pre-empt you wake,
And let your friend both true and fake.
Have a drink and toast your soul,
No that you've fulfillied your role.
Then guess if you're in heaven or hell,
For indeed with poets none can tell!

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Roll call... Nae is here
I am here!!!See me jumping up and down... oh so sorry forgot this is a wake, will lower my voice. Hey Ivor I was waiting for you!!!!

Your "soul aches" because you miss us so much!!!!

Nae ;0)

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )


This link I'll give you to our site,
Where you may learn about our plight.
A boring place where all can share,
Our latest news and photos there.
Alas the site is not much fun,
For Balls and Wakes are never done.
And even though I show a link,
To Lit Org site, I do not think,
That anyone has cared to look,
To see my on line poetry book.
When David and Eric come on line,
The 'threesome' helps them everytime!
Though I was green, no envy there,
For cams and voices we did share.
Across the miles we had our say,
And put the world to rights that day.
But here on Lit we wait and yearn,
For Dem and Nae to take their turn.
We're waiting with our throats parch dry.
For both of them to finally die.
So we can toast 'eternal rest',
To those who lived life full of zest.
But ethreal plains must wait to share,
Our witch and temptress over there.
For only they may state the time,
When they will hold 'their' wake on line.

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

don't cry for me
Don't cry for me Dar and Tina
The truth is Ivor never left you
All through Windchiming days
Emaks existence
Ivor kept Peter Paulino's promise
Don't keep Robinbird's distance

And as for Felicia, and as for Fairplay
Ivor never invited them in (oh wait a minute, yes he did)
Though it seems to Demeter they were all Ivor desired
They are Smithy's illusions
They're not the solutions Penelope promised to be
The answer was Beatrice Boyle all the time
Ivor loves you and hope you love Nae

Don't cry for me Dar and Tina
The truth is Ivor never left you
All through WilliamHill's tales
Macbeth's existence
Ivor kept Rcallaci's promise
Don't keep Icarus's distance

Have I said too much? (for a corspe)
There's nothing more Ivor can think of to say to Viper
But all you have to do is email Crowe
To know that every word is Clairesbest

Don't cry for me Dar and Tina

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Rest in Pieces
Rest In Pieces

“He has gone and he’s not here
Blah, blah, blah now drink your beer”

I heard their voices belching down
As I replied from in the ground

Don’t drink you beer here where I lie!
And be sincere to those that die

But they don’t hear my muffled voice
Through their kafuffled gay rejoice

“He is dead and we are not
That’s why we’re piddling on his plot”

Stop piddling on this grave of mine
Behave yourselves and your urine

But no one hears the words come out
“Let’s dig him up!” I hear them shout.

And soon there’s several spades a’spading
Wading through the dirt they’re raiding

Let me lie in fleshless leisure
Go find some other fresher treasure

But soon they have my box unearthed
And after laughter bathed in mirth

They cut the padlock with a saw
And opened it and stood in awe

Then one young man began approaching
Poaching hands of his encroaching

“I always thought you had no guts”
His fingers lingered ‘round my nuts

“But of the worst of your shortfalls
I never thought you had no balls”

He chucked my skull off as he said
“It looks as though he’s lost his head”

Then picking up another bone
“Can you guys play xylophone?”

Plick a plunk he plucked some notes
And poked my ribs of spookish spokes

You let me be, you smart upstart
I’m not Calista ‘Rake’ Flockhart!

My doomed advice he did not take
And took my spine for goodness sake

He put my spine upon his zip
“I’ve cracked a boner, look at it”

They all came over taking bones
Against my faint condoning moans

But no one heard me as they came
And took more bones away again

“It’s not the dead that are the wicked”
I heard one whisper as he snickered

“Tis the ones who haven’t died
Living evil lives, alive”

Then finally when they were finished
I looked to where my bones diminished

And felt my spirit shot and shoddy
For now in death I had nobody

They left me in my shattered peace
Wresting, resting piece by piece

( Posted by: Emlyn [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Loved "Our Soul Survives" amongst many

( Posted by: Emlyn [Member] On: May 18, 2005 )

Hey Peter....!
Call your mother!!!

So you ARE alive and still are you Peter...can you stick around for awhile? only come home for wakes??? This lasanga is getting moldy!!


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Well, maybe we've got the formula...families only ever seem to come together for Christenings, Weddings and Funerals! Thanks Darlene for sending the invite:

'Ivor love this little Haiku. I wish we could some how work on a New Thread,,like we used to with Claire? Think we can try something out?'

Ithas produced some interesting poetry, but I'm sure there is more to come. Talk about raising the dead...we're even digging them up here!


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Carved In Stone
Here lies Bea
At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed
She'd never be
She always swore
She'd never die
Till all who bugged her
In the grave would lie
She hung on tight
To the very end
No foe was left
For flowers to send
Let's raise a glass
And shed a tear
She sure raised hell
While she was here!

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Ma Bea
Hi Ma! Yeah, I was calling you but as usual your phone's busy and I am sure why: you are logged on 24/7! And how about that, platters of your lasagna being passed around on these wakes.

Yaiks! Doesn't anyone think this is creepy? It seemed like we are pre-attending each and everyone's wake while we all are still alive?! Hehe!

I laughed out loud when I read Mick's Don't Cry For Me, I thought I'm going to get some good crying with that one -heh! And Lilia's Our Soul Survives really rocked on YAY!

Haha, Lucie's Conversation About Me is kinda funny too, makes the feel in the issue of dying a bit lighter. Penelope's line: 'as I caught the last train out of town' IS A WOW! poignant, and funny too! (the stuck in the urn part)

Fairplay: those were lyrics of songs? I liked them. Who were the artists, I'm gonna check out! You're right they did break my heart... (sigh)

Ma Bea: I am glad you wrote something funny too.

OKAY TINA: I now pass to you the commenting on each poems. Everything here is very good, but maybe the others would like to hear what our official critique (and Penelope too if my memory serves me right) would have to say, just like in the good ole days! :) I gota run!

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Oh Tina!
I'm just so sure you won't let us down! Thanks a lot for the time and for the wonderful reviews, makes me appreciate the poems here even more.

About my poem, it was indeed personal. I have three children and I couldn't believe myself having thought of leaving them... it would surely break their gentle, little hearts. Daisy will be very sad too, but I'm certain she'll be able to move on and raise the kids, being the strong woman that she is!

Thank you good ole friend Tina, we'll count on your reviews of the rest. Namaste

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

And Tina
Will there ever be any giggling here? Hehe, I guess there won't be any or the moms will scold as how it was in any real wakes!

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

At Wakes we learn,
Just as I had thought, in the wakes written I have learned something new of each of you as well as the comments themselves. Reading over Tina's gift of insightful words of wisdom it is an invaluable lesson. How we have been able to reach out with our poems. I couldn't write my real I am certain there would not be many things to say, I am much a loner, a recluse as I try to be.

Well it is also nice to see everyone coming home even for just a bit how happy I was to see Windchime, Peter, Elizabeth, Bob, Emlyn, Lilia and Mick, Felica, Penelope, OUR dear Gramma Bea!!! and some new members, like Robin,,,Hope more come and join...this is something I have enjoyed and I really need some uplifting right now.
Darlene (hugs to you all, and for those who ask, "dead poets not call on us"....well I know you really want to tango on here with us...come and join its only once we live so let's have some fun.

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

bows to host
Thanks for hosting this Ivor. Kudos to you for sponsoring this wake and the original haiku and subsequent poetry of passing.

Apologies to Emlyn for missing you out in my poem. I thought I had included everyone who had commented on this thread but then on rereading I saw your comment near the top.

Good to read all here. Moments of fun and fondness.


( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Home for the wake!
Temptress died a true sassy death,
leaving all with baited breath.

She lived her life on solid ground,
fulfilled her journey till all was found.

Never needed money or fame,
she lived and loved all the same.

Protected her children like a tiger her cubs,
never neglecting to share with them hugs.

Her one wish in life was to be a soul friend,
she left this world with no regrets in the end.

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Death is Fun!
Virtual death brings sweet relief,
A chance to practice our belief.
Our 'wakes' within a literary world,
Have left our inner thoughts unfurld.
There's those that died, who spilt their soul,
While other dug down in their hole.
And made a game of their remains,
To prove that death's not full of pains.
And others by their heartfelt rhyme,
Shared recent grief in every line.
I only hope some comfort came,
From knowing friends shared in their pain.
Another told us by her tale,
That souls survive beyond the veil.
One father stood up proud and cried,
Who'd help his little kids survive?
But all of us brought poets hearts,
To share in 'life' and play our parts.
For when our souls rejoice as one.
Even death can then be fun.


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Dead Poets
Ivor's death began this game
and one by one, we followed suit.
Interesting to see the name
and way in which we got the 'boot'.

The Lit of old was felt again,
with cobwebs dusted off by some.
Wakes usually bring sadness to men,
but this Lit wake is just pure fun.

I raise a glass to each of you
and say "Solute, Nostrovia, Cheers!"
Though fame may come when you pass on-
still, death can wait. I wish you years!

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: May 19, 2005 )

Tina and Nae
Tinalouise’s Wake: Tina, the literary activist in you still managed to emerge in this heartfelt Wake Poem, as maybe your child(ren?) would always know and cherish about you. The sadness is there too, that being poets are not as often given importance as anyone would other profession; would it be given emphasis, that we used to be poets, when someone would already stand in front and give a statement about us at our wake? I hope so. I hope our children would know and be proud of it though our poetry didn’t fill their stomachs really. Thank you very much for this poem Tina.

Nae’s Wake: Your breathlessly lively Wake Poem is inspirational and spiritually uplifting! It highlighted the things that are most important in life, and in death. Your journey that is to be completed here on earth you fearlessly predicted to be as ‘already fulfilled’ on the very uncertain day of your passing away. Whenever I would encounter that word ‘journey’, Renae my dear friend, I certainly remember you. You are a beautiful soul – a colorful burning candle! Thank you Nae for being present in this reunion of poets.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: May 20, 2005 )

Die for our Cause?
Beatrice Boyle

Thank you all for visiting, contributing and commenting on this post. With 446 'views' and the fun we have had on this I feel there is a real desire to share with each other in the enjoyment of our art.

There are a few who I hoped would look in and join, and I hoped that a few more of the newer contributors would have joined us, but I think we may have resurected the dead here and I hope somebody else, possibly with more time than me, may throw out another 'invitation' in the near future.

Though of course anybody is still free to add to this, if they wish to die for our cause....

Have Fun,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 20, 2005 )

My Epitaph
Here lies Kacee's body
neath the tree she chose.
Nevermore to fight
the dreaded pantyhose.
Now she's doing
what she did best.
Laying down
to take a rest.

( Posted by: nitz kitty [Member] On: May 21, 2005 )


Not a bad idea, maybe we could continue this as an 'Epitaph' thread. We've had the lets set it in stone.....

Beneath this stone lies a fallen man.
Who boasted he knew a lot more than man can.
He said he had spoke to the souls of the dead,
And dying to him was like going to bed.

But going to bed, for him was no glee.
For the bed that he chose did not include me.
He said he knew souls, so I grabbed one you see.
The heel of my stilleto then set his soul free.

So here lies a man who has had a good lay,
It cost him his life I'm not sorry to say.
He can lie in this bed till his bones turn to rust,
With a hole in his head to remember his lust.

Well it's a start!.....


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 21, 2005 )

Just remember...
...what Spike Milligan said on his grave stone:

'Told you I was ill'


( Posted by: londongrey [Member] On: May 21, 2005 )


I often wonder if it would not be better to put your ashes into cement to make the headstone...then you could put the headstone anywhere!


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 21, 2005 )


Intrigued by your final comment?


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 22, 2005 )

I think the Wakes Dead,
The End of a Thread.
When Lucie her headstone she found.
We all had some fun,
When our life was done.
With dead poets all hanging around.

Now surely we'll learn,
That to all take a turn.
Is a trip that we all like to share.
So come on have some fun,
It's easily done.
Someone toss a 'thread' in the air.

With five fifty views,
All sharing our muse,
It's obvious that this serves a need.
So poets of Lit,
Come on do your bit,
And somebody take up the lead.

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 23, 2005 )

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