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GRAVE MATTERS

Funny thing how fame creates

wonderful graves for the departed

 

most of my dead relatives

ended up in the shadow of Heathrow

 

humble souls

fame like the aircraft passing them by

while drinks were prepared in the sky

 

below the ground nothing much changes

except what God rearranges.

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death

◄ PAIN IN THE ARSE PEOPLE

WHICH HAND? ►

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raypool

Sun 14th Aug 2016 20:58

THanks for the comment Colin. An appropriate one too with Elvis as the figurehead. The worm only acts for God, so he would suitably humble ... be my guest. Is it possible to grow in stature after death? Apparently so.

Ray

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Sun 14th Aug 2016 11:44

I've been wondering whether to visit Graceland Ray but the thought of all those tourists. Nice neat poem. Can I replace God with the worm?

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raypool

Sat 13th Aug 2016 20:36

Thanks Stu. My usual black humour, glad you liked it. It's easy to get wound up with perceived unfairness but ultimately we do end up all disappearing off the arse end of the earth.

Cheers David. I think humour is the only to survive, the grimmer the better in my view. The soul without humour is an arse soul . Eric Idle really impressed me, although he didn't go down well with the religious fraternity !
I'm glad you like my style .

Thanks Mark. That sounds like a swamp to me, a bit of a nightmare all round. America really does this sort of thing with panache.

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 13th Aug 2016 16:20

These lines took me to memories of...
1. The above ground edifices in the local cemetery in Napoleonville, Louisiana, many of them like monuments
trying to out point each other on ground that would not
accept earthbound entries due to its soggy consistency.
2. The lines "Man proposes, God disposes".

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Stu Buck

Fri 12th Aug 2016 23:36

this feels like it should be read live by frank sinatra.
maybe its just the opening line
great stuff anyway, a light hearted look at a point that really is quite a deep one. im reading about this posh cunt who died, westminster chap, who we lived quite near to and by all accounts he wasnt a total prick but you feel with that amount of money he could have done slightly more with it than given it to his somehow even posher son.

job said it best. we come in the world with nothing and we leave with just the same.

im misquoting im sure but thats the general bent.

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