Dearly Departed

not what you think....

dearly departed, we are gathered here 

 spewing words of goodness

 upon the arrival of your demise

those of us that loathed the ground you walked~ 

 all that you desecrated, devoured and decimated, 

will find a kind word since you have passed

there is such acceptance in death 

once dead, a thousand pardons in your honor 

~may we rest in peace~

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, I tromp all over the dead and never look back -- if you were an a*s when you were here, you are an a*s when you're gone -- don't care about speaking ill of the dead -- hence, the "feel good song of the year" for me is Bobaflex "I am glad you're dead."

[Frieda P]

Ha I thought you might appreciate this one, it's in your realm of dark sarcasm and truth.

[Ohhhwillow]

This is great, a tad cynical, very honest and indeed very true! We like to look upon those who have past gently, with instant forgiveness for what they have done. Only makes you wonder what words will caress the lips of those who know us when our time comes!

[Frieda P]

haha a 'tad'...you might say that! Thanks for reading Willow.

[khalid]

so sad with sweet sad music making hearts stopping..im so much related to that..

[Frieda P]

I know, thanks for your review khalid

[khalid]

my pleasure

[Gerald Parker]

Now, this is good. Nice nastiness.

[Frieda P]

So glad you liked this one...

[Gerald Parker]

Tell me which you think is your best poem so I can head straight to it.

[Frieda P]

Probably have to be Raven Song, yours?

[Gerald Parker]

OK, I'll have a look. Give me time. I'm under pressure here.

[Frieda P]

No pressure from me, you asked...take your time.

[Gerald Parker]

Pressure from stoking it in the UK! My best are Play Centre, Conference, December Promenade and Aubade of Snow. (All published)

[Gerald Parker]

ER...how can I find it! - you've been prolific - 38 pages!!!!!!

[Frieda P]

Ha it's my therapy, apparently I need loads

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/friedapickle/1111412/

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! To funny

[Frieda P]

Thanks Baby.

[Michael G.]

I think that's why wakes work so well. If someone actually speaks the truth or what they actually think, they can blame it too much to drink. Great write.

[Frieda P]

I knew there had to be a good reason for those, thanks for clearing that up for me Michael.

[Marie]

Death is peace for everyone.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Hi Marie...

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

almost everyone

[Frieda P]

Not always. Thanks Marie.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Yes...we are the ones that have crosse over to the other side of the veil.
What we perceive in this waking moment is a hologram we last beamed from our own 3rd eye....into the cosmos...as atime-capsule to remember us by...now we see that liofe and "live" it again in its echo.
We are all dead....only our memory survived to remind us...
we are living in our own dream and will be a great surprise when we wake up to what really is!

[Frieda P]

Some of us are dead possibly, there are plenty of pain in the arses still around, thanks for the review kiddo!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

lets git over it...welcome

[quinfinn]

i take this upon individual interpretation. there are a million souls wandering purgatory because of all our kind words after their demise....maybe we should let them rot in peace? stellar write, well done.

[Frieda P]

Thanks quin...ha 'rot in peace' why didn't i think of that?

[quinfinn]

you can't think of everything, my dear poet

[Frieda P]

why not? ;-)

[quinfinn]

you're intensely awesome but , you can't do it all

[Frieda P]

who says?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

captain kirk

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

beam her up scotty

[Frieda P]

ha anyone in the real world kiddo? ;-P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

yeh.....try Arnold swarzeniger

[Frieda P]

pffft, worst person you picked! ha!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

dont deny how u would ogle at his muscles when u tot they were not lookin...and if i was around then...i wulave said...hey Fred...whats cookin?!

[Frieda P]

Ha no way...too extreme, the only thing I like over the top is poetry!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

poetry?
is that a man re-baptized in in salt water once holy?

[Frieda P]

On this planet or yours?

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

my planet is the one u r walkin on now...it was mine aeons ago..
i now live in its astral shadow..
now u tell me u never read flash gordon and the psychic kid willy

[Frieda P]

nope sorry kiddo...

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

well have u read Tintin and capn haddock?
oddly u remind me of Bianca Castafiore:)

[Frieda P]

no, not my reading genre to be honest...sorry

[Frieda P]

Lol, thanks so much kiddo, I just googled the old fat broad!!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

hahahhahhaAHAHAHHAHA..
i was joking..
i dint know u wud do that..

[Frieda P]

Ha! then you don't know me very well at all................!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

knowing me i tot was knowin you..
but u r a phenomenon ..metaphysically new...

......p.s who guffawed behind the cutrain jus now....i swear i felt a chill

[Frieda P]

haha how could you tell?

...and ms farfalle, all these hysterics on my somber thread here tsk tsk ;-P

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

if its lil noodle...well tell her i aint talkin to her...
how come she never says hi....why shud i greet first...why o why?
why did i hijack quinfinns review ? guess tis is goodbye

[Frieda P]

I'm thinking kiddo might be my first 'block' after that one!! ;-)

[Frieda P]

I know poor huckleberry's sweet review in the midst of this mess...

[quinfinn]

poor, poor pitiful me.....wowsy wowsy woo woo....faghedabouditt!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

who said im tom sawyer?
why u make quinfinn huckleberry finn?
noodle...writin and deleting comments on others page is an original sin

[Frieda P]

ha you scared her off kiddo...

quin I swear you're Italiano ;-)

[quinfinn]

mama mia, prima vera! and you're a spicy meatball!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

she is 16 awready...ready to be a nun...
and quinfinn ...whole wc is watchin our inncoent fun..
Freda...u sing jambalaya son of a gun

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

if i wasnt a respectable alien...
i wud say u both fight like husband and wife
...see u tomor...its truce for now...im the white flag

[quinfinn]

i was flirtin' with frieda, not the noodle....she is my daughter on here...haven't you seen her refer to me as papa Q? but i know it's all in good fun....peace!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i was refreeing to Freda and U quinfinn...lol
and the noodle is a real big riddle

[quinfinn]

oh, we don't fight. we dabble in the rhetoric of harmless banter...frieda is my soul patch....i have nothing but awe and respect for her.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

wonder where she vanished...do ui know she is featured at the soup coffe cafe this week?

[quinfinn]

she's around....probably silently watching...and no, i was not aware of that. she doesn't toot her own horn....

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

tooting ones horn?
as in blowin ones own trumpet?
that a newsie to me

[Frieda P]

ha can't leave you guys alone for two fookin seconds, I was writing, what else??

[quinfinn]

trying on shoes?

[Frieda P]

Ha, of course, and that!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

i have outstayed my welcome...i shall now beg to take your leave..
lol
what a spinner

[Frieda P]

Ciao...

[Coyote Poetry]

"once dead, a thousand pardons in your honor
~may we rest in peace~"
The above statement is true. Death can change the view on someone life. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

very true in some cases, whether people will admit it or not...thanks John

[Pete Langley]

There`s nowt as sharp as a swordpen, Freida! I have it on good authority that whoever it was spoke very well of you!!! As an eighteen carat pain in the butt, I would dearly love to hear my obituaries, but sadly....I love the last line. P.

[Frieda P]

Love your review Pete, I'm sure I'm as big a pain in the arse or worse, ha...suffice to say, I've never deliberately hurt anyone, I doubt you have either...

[Pete Langley]

Truely, truely. My life!!!

[Frieda P]

ha I believe you! ;-)