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a sort of elegy/requiem:

Goodbye Old Friend

My old friend who's there
Always,
Lifting me up,
Even when it's you
That's dying.

The black beast grows there,
Cruel payment for love
Offered,
My heart breaks 'cause
You're dying.

Thankyou old friend we're
Mourning,
But yet you haven't,
Even left us yet,
By dying.

I pray that you don't
Journey
Away from here,
Too early to scent
The living.

One last romp through fields,
Autumn
Drifting through the
Berry patches as they
Fade dying.

Pick the fruits of Earth,
Old friend,
Your passage will be
Felt by all who know
Your living.

Innocence is yours,
Your slumber eternally,
Lasting
Peaceful in your going,
Rest old friend..
 
Mine too!

a sort of elegy/requiem:

Goodbye Old Friend

My old friend who's there
Always,
Lifting me up,
Even when it's you
That's dying.

The black beast grows there,
Cruel payment for love
Offered,
My heart breaks 'cause
You're dying.

Thankyou old friend we're
Mourning,
But yet you haven't,
Even left us yet,
By dying.

I pray that you don't
Journey
Away from here,
Too early to scent
The living.

One last romp through fields,
Autumn
Drifting through the
Berry patches as they
Fade dying.

Pick the fruits of Earth,
Old friend,
Your passage will be
Felt by all who know
Your living.

Innocence is yours,
Your slumber eternally,
Lasting
Peaceful in your going,
Rest old friend..

sob ....... *oops returns to Edit when I realise sob could mean something else but it didn't!*
 
Elegaic

What I thought, this morning, was that perhaps
I’d consider the cats
who purred with their last breaths
often in my arms. Litha, who slept
across my head for seventeen years
and who, at the end
simply became thinner
until she disappeared
with a gentle rumble
one last vibration in my aching arms.

But the morning began
with John, who’d been discussing
his departure for a year. Dialysis
and five bypasses
hurts
all the time, he said. If I get
to the point where I get fed up
I’ll go. I’ll do it.
I told him,
I respect that, but you’re not finished
here yet. I know,
he said,
wearily.

This morning
the Raven met me at the door
and told me they had found him.
I don’t believe
he did this on purpose. Lately,
he had projects, and seemed to have resigned himself
to staying
for a while longer.
What surprise
and joy
he must have felt
realizing his fortunate
early escape.

No Litha,
No John,
and all the others, gone,
I wait
peaceably
for my own
lovely surprise.
 
No Litha,
No John,
and all the others, gone,
I wait
peaceably
for my own
lovely surprise.

I pray it be lovely. The mark of a true blessing is the suffering the body is released from. Ahh, surprise!
 
I was ready to go you know I don't fear it just worry for those left grieving behind, I've left my wishes on how they say goodbye. NO black, sing dance and celebrate my life. One hymn 'Dear Lord and father of mankind forgive out foolish ways' and as the casket disappears the song 'Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye'.
 
I was ready to go you know I don't fear it just worry for those left grieving behind, I've left my wishes on how they say goodbye. NO black, sing dance and celebrate my life. One hymn 'Dear Lord and father of mankind forgive out foolish ways' and as the casket disappears the song 'Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye'.

I also worry about those who depend upon me financially as well as their grief and whatever direction and connection I provide them (and they to me)
 
I also worry about those who depend upon me financially as well as their grief and whatever direction and connection I provide them (and they to me)

I have no dependents financially so that's one less worry. I've said I don't care what you do with me afterwards you can stick me on the compost heap but then again I don't want to be buried under the ground very claustrophobic me!
 
I find graveyards to be a horrid waste of space some days, and, yet, other days they are an oddly elegant manner in which to realise our own mortality while reflecting on that of others.

Regardless, I am to be incinerated. If they feel like it, they can scatter my ashes someplace worthwhile. If not, so be it. Much like what was mentioned above, I worry more for those whom I leave behind.

And I feel callow that it was my loss, yet I have no words for it.
 
I find graveyards to be a horrid waste of space some days, and, yet, other days they are an oddly elegant manner in which to realise our own mortality while reflecting on that of others.

Regardless, I am to be incinerated. If they feel like it, they can scatter my ashes someplace worthwhile. If not, so be it. Much like what was mentioned above, I worry more for those whom I leave behind.

And I feel callow that it was my loss, yet I have no words for it.
Love needs no words
Kindness needs no acknowledgement
Sorrow needs no tears

We all express our hearts differently and just because there is no outward sign of our emotions doesn't make them any less felt.
 
I find graveyards to be a horrid waste of space some days, and, yet, other days they are an oddly elegant manner in which to realise our own mortality while reflecting on that of others.

Regardless, I am to be incinerated. If they feel like it, they can scatter my ashes someplace worthwhile. If not, so be it. Much like what was mentioned above, I worry more for those whom I leave behind.

And I feel callow that it was my loss, yet I have no words for it.

No no your words are in your heart that's where they are written, outward expression doesn't mean any greater feelings or regrets
 
I want to be fed to polar bears. Complete the food chain, y'know?

And Homburg, of course one doesn't need to get all poetic to grieve. Sometimes simplicity and austerity communicate best anyway. You've inspired others, and that's important.

Is anyone interested in trying a Dirty 30/30 with me? I find it helps me complete things, and would love a bit of company. Since, of course, it's the howlidays coming up, it would have to be a bit flexible for the day to day stuff, but that's why the Dirty 30 was created in the first place. Who's up for it?
 
I want to be fed to polar bears. Complete the food chain, y'know?

And Homburg, of course one doesn't need to get all poetic to grieve. Sometimes simplicity and austerity communicate best anyway. You've inspired others, and that's important.

Is anyone interested in trying a Dirty 30/30 with me? I find it helps me complete things, and would love a bit of company. Since, of course, it's the howlidays coming up, it would have to be a bit flexible for the day to day stuff, but that's why the Dirty 30 was created in the first place. Who's up for it?

Still got to finish off the Survivor I'm afraid and that's drained me dry right now
 
I want to be fed to polar bears. Complete the food chain, y'know?

And Homburg, of course one doesn't need to get all poetic to grieve. Sometimes simplicity and austerity communicate best anyway. You've inspired others, and that's important.

Is anyone interested in trying a Dirty 30/30 with me? I find it helps me complete things, and would love a bit of company. Since, of course, it's the howlidays coming up, it would have to be a bit flexible for the day to day stuff, but that's why the Dirty 30 was created in the first place. Who's up for it?
I could be talked into a dirty few, 30... ? Well, I am so very relaxed (NOT!!) Finals! eek! But easy stuff so I should be ok.

I'll try to bang up a few and see where it goes.
 
Is anyone interested in trying a Dirty 30/30 with me? I find it helps me complete things, and would love a bit of company. Since, of course, it's the howlidays coming up, it would have to be a bit flexible for the day to day stuff, but that's why the Dirty 30 was created in the first place. Who's up for it?
If this is a race, I'm first out of the gate.

It's probably not a race, though.

Hi, Homburg!
 
I popped in for a quick browse and saw the Bistro doors open, What a lovely surprise. You guys kicked my day off to a good start. :kiss:
 
Hi Sassy! Good to see you!

And Champy, it would be stellar to have you in on the dirty 30 as well. We can keep each other's holiday spirits up.

I just learned how to make a new drink called a Pearl Diver. It involves Midori, Rum, Peachtree, pineapple juice and cream.

Myself, I've mostly given up inebriants. My general life gets me quite high enough these days. But my grrrl had to deal with her family over Thanksgiving and she likes sweet things. I tasted the Pearl Diver - it's like Carmen Miranda dipped herself in frosting and then exploded.

Meanwhile, I'm thinking of hiring the Del Rubio Triplets for a little Xmas show in the Bistro...

Keep the faith, kids.
 
I could do with a stiff ermmmm drink although that sounds a bit sweet for my taste (what is midori?) after facing pomposity over what is and what isn't haiku ....... I know I know I must stop living in the fast lane
 
Meanwhile, I'm thinking of hiring the Del Rubio Triplets for a little Xmas show in the Bistro...

Keep the faith, kids.

I saw a coupla vids on youtube recently that made me think of you. They have the wonderfully lo-fi funky groove that seemed like it would be right up your alley.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m7hxzwW0qw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KV0-biHAtNY

Manu Chao was the vocalist for Mano Negra, and, wow, some brilliant stuff there too. In fact, I've been diggin hard on the mix produced by pandora.com when I enter manu chao and mano negra. I suggest it it.

Hell, I suggest Pandora period. Bloody incredible site.
 
I just started digging on Manu Chao lately, and yes, it was through Pandora that I discovered him. Very groovy. Pandora's wonderful; I've widened my repertoire quite a bit since finding that site. Very smart little robot, that.

I just heard a great and wonderful weirdness: a cover of Drive, by the Cars, by Ziggy Marley. I liked it, which alarmed me.

Annie, Midori is a melon-flavored liquor. It's a frightening shade of Frankenstein green. Not my style, but if one likes sweet, that's definitely the place to go.

I see your Manu Chao, Homburg, raise you some Cee-Lo Green. It's a little less mellow, but it's a naaaaasty groove. He's a little hard to find on YouTube, so I might have picked a couple other songs too, but I haven't located them yet...

Anybody besides me craving chocolate today?
I found this:
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and for Sassy:

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OMG Sassy will go into meltdown
beware that Pandora she's poodling around with a whippy cane in her hands
 
I see your Manu Chao, Homburg, raise you some Cee-Lo Green. It's a little less mellow, but it's a naaaaasty groove. He's a little hard to find on YouTube, so I might have picked a couple other songs too, but I haven't located them yet...

I've got a coupla Cee-Lo's albums. It is definitely good stuff. Cee-Lo's definitely got his own groove, and it's some solid, solid stuff.
 
OMG Sassy will go into meltdown
Since we seem to be revealing presents early, I had these Christian Louboutin slippers in mind for Ms. Sassyfrass:


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along with a CD of Prince's Purple Rain, because I like to dream of her as a Hullabaloo girl.

It's a personal reference and, yes, I know the Prince thang is anachronistic given the time frame. But those shoes would look really well in a Go-Go cage dancing to the Blues Magoos too. Keep that in mind.

The Sixties never die. We just change the material.

But, given that His Serene Purpleness does not let his songs onto YouTube, I'm stuck with tying the bow in Deep Purple.
 
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