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Author's Note:
Inspired by Faiplays post 'Death Is Not'





Death’s Dreams

Birth's the opening of the door
that death once took away.
Life's for the living not the dead,
it’s always been that way.

There's no angel up in heaven
that will make you white as snow,
its when you're born again my friend
you get another go.

Your dreams, when dead, are all about
what your new life may bring.
And hope that this helps you forget
the truth behind death's sting.

For dreamin' ain't no crime
when dead it's all you do.
So enjoy the life you've got
for it's here that dreams come true!

Ivor G Davies


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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 "Death's Dreams"
by ivordavies

Ivor's Dream Poem
Ivor, what an excellent poem this is.

I loved every word right down to very nice unforced rhymes.


charlie.

( Posted by: williamhill [Member] On: July 15, 2012 )

The After Life (Wife)
Heavenly Fun

Poets...!!!

Why not add yours if you want Ivor to Stick Around
________________________________________

Who will I meet in heaven
with time I have forgot
Memories are human things
up there I'll know the lot

To start with there's my granddad
my grandmas up there too
Then Mum and Dad and Mum
and Mum... a complicated do

All my pets with all my friends
though lots are still not dead
Well I may live much longer too
or so my doctor said!

All my wives well three so far
the horses I have rode
Real ones ... just think again
I put that just to goad

The fairer sex will be there too
girls always played their part
Those treasures that I shared
the pieces of my heart

If they're the same I know the score
it could be quite a crowd
So much fun when I get in
if bigamy's allowed

All my secrets what a laugh
things always turn out well
Not sorry then or sorry now
unless I go to Hell.......

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: July 15, 2012 )

The Death of a Poet


Poets never die
life go on in verse
No matter here or dead instead
just the same they can be read
Soldier Civy Postie Nurse
Never to be forgotten then
Thats the beauty of the word
The sword that can be heard
For all to shout Amen

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: July 15, 2012 )

Dead or Alive
Charlie, Eric, Lucie too
know 'living' is the thing to do.
Heaven and Hell are right of birth
we make them both whilst on this earth.
Our choice is how we choose to be
don't think that Death will set you free.
--------------------------
Many years ago a schoolteacher wrote in my autograph book a quotation I will always remember:

"When the one great scorer comes to mark against your name. He marks not if you won or lost but how you played the game."

Whilst I truly think the one great scorer is yourself, this quotation still bears true to me.

My poem, whilst over simplified, shows my utter belief from both physical and spiritual experience that the ONLY place you can develop yourself and truly hate or love 'living' is whilst we are 'alive'.

Thank you for your comments, not as much interest in that pesky parrot though??

Ivor




( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 15, 2012 )

Anyone Scored?



Hope you didn't score too many home goals.....

Do hope death sets you good folk free
though it's too early for Ivor and me
We aint suffered enough which seems Odd
Like the old Vicar but very much quicker
we have put into others the Fear of God

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: July 16, 2012 )

Here's another one Ivor!
By the time we get to Heaven
Our work will all be done
No more worry, bills or sickness
Just happy that we've won
But finally reachng paradise
Will be an arduous task
We must be ready for the questions
St Peter will surely ask

Did you follow life's golden rules
Teach your children right from wrong
Did you honor your marriage vows
Amid temptation...were you strong?
In business were you honest
Did you cheat your fellow man
Did envy overtake you
Was greed your lifelong plan?

Did your friends come to you
When trouble came their way
Did you give them love and comfort
Or did you turn away?

Heaven must be earned
Entry can be denied
I pray St Peter will welcome me
On the day that I have died!





( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: July 16, 2012 )

Wheres that Locksmith





My vision of heaven is a little unclear
it should be everything that we hold dear
Harps with bells ringing drive me insane
so keep old heaven if that is their game
Fast cars and women would be such fun
just round the corner the boozer run

Cliché
In Heaven there is no beer
That’s why we drink it here

A trip to heaven can be laden with fear
will I lose everything that I hold dear
I could Harp on forever and ever again
aint got no body and don’t feel no pain?
What do you look like who is your friend?
doubts drive sane people round the bend

Cliché
can't get to heaven in a boy scout Car
for a boy scout car can't go that Far

Journeys a bold one not just for the old
one mighty step for mankind I am told
How to be ready while down here is fun?
I will never be ready to just up and run
So given the choice have to bear any pain
and suffer with fools on earth to remain

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: July 16, 2012 )

Join the queue?
All your fantasies of Heaven
are really strange to hear,
from the paradise with golden gates
to pubs that have no beer.
But if you read my poetry
you’ll see that I explain:

Heaven’s just a boring queue
to start your life again!

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 17, 2012 )

Staging Post?

It seems that folk may disagree
that heaven is just a queue,
so maybe I should tell it straight
and let the truth shine through.

I know that ignorance is bliss,
but challenged in this way.
I really think I know must tell
the things most dare not say.

I’ve entered realms beyond the veil
where nought but souls abide.
But most like me will tell you true
‘Tis not an easy ride!

Harps and Wings I’ve seen them not,
though love abounds for sure.
But so does hate and fear and rot
and things that all abhore

Demons, devils, evil souls
whose hatred drives their needs.
Where only by your spirit’s strength
can one survive their greeds.

Entities within these realms
could never flesh carnate.
But feed upon the souls of those
for whom they lie in wait.

Yes, there’s also places where
true peace and love abound,
where spiritsit rise above mankind
and paradise is found.

Our earthly life, I’ll state once more
is where we strive to find
the place we wish, within our mind,
that matches our own kind.

And when we die, there is no doubt
when standing in the queue,
the others standing by your side
will be the same as you.

A ‘lifetime’ is where we can learn
the place that we belon.
and only when we truly know
will death end lifetime’s song.

Heaven or Hell, the final choice,
you earn it here on earth
But ‘twix the training sesions
you justl wait for your rebirth!

Ivor
Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 17, 2012 )

Heaven and Back






Reborn as a man if you can ?
though women have a good plan
Pie in the sky or maybe to try
to equal the very best guy
The quick way isn’t so tricky
come back call yourself Dicky
When woman or man are the same
the answer is all in the name

Ivor need proof of the truth
he is dealing with the aloof
Sees spirits abound all around
there’s plenty that I have found
For me grape easy beats grass
I think the Ouija board crass?
Don’t want the answer won’t look
or maybe I just don’t give a Hoot

Whatever you plans keep cool
try not to be anyone's fool
If God is a Dog or Dog is God
he who barks loudest will rule
Just taking one life at a time
so in this one I am doing fine
Hope like brother if I get another
that all of the choices are mine

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: July 17, 2012 )

Ivor's dream
This poem could open a huge can of discussion on so many levels, but I think your message is very clear...to me it is "better live while you can".

It kind of hits a never with me because I once, for about 5 1/2 years, ignored much of "life", ignored my own family to achieve a grand education, thinking that achievement would lead to fulfillment -- you know, Maslow's highest higherarchy, self actualization.

All that means when you get to that level is you have no friends and your own family has disowned you....

Nice work Mr. Ivor

BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: July 20, 2012 )





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