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Isis
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0 posted 10-24-2000 07:40 PM       View Profile for Isis   Email Isis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Isis's Home Page   View IP for Isis

Here's something different!!  
I was thinking the other day how I'd like to be remembered.  What would they say at my funeral etc?
Of course to make it good you have to LIVE good.  But it helped me think of an UNUSUAL challenge.

We all have hopes of what people will say about us, our nature, personality etc.
The challenge?  Write your own, what you hope people will say about you when you are gone, all in rhyme of course and please post in this forum.

Sort of depressing I'm sorry, but definitely different and challenging poetically and emotionally.

Isis


*Good will towards all beings is the highest religion*
~Isis~Goddess~~Sovereign of the Spirit~

monique
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1 posted 10-30-2000 07:47 PM       View Profile for monique   Email monique   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for monique

Forgive me for not following the rule

At my funeral i want my husband Daniel
to sing this little song he wrote for me

"She was a hot hot woman
From the cold cold north
Her name was Monique
All the men they called her
Mademoiselle Girard
But to me she was ma chťrie"

Isis
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2 posted 10-31-2000 08:28 PM       View Profile for Isis   Email Isis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Isis's Home Page   View IP for Isis

Well that is fine hon why not?????

What I mean is like when you go to a funeral and it is the text book copy edition of the last funeral you went to?  You know?
I want people to stand up and say something nice about me, how I changed their perspective of the world with my love or understanding or something SIGNIFICANT like that.
I also plan to have unusual music played at my funeral describing the kind of person I was...  one song that immediately springs to mind is 'The End' by Jim Morrison and the Doors.

I'll think some more and perhaps get back here and write the eulogy..
Isis

*I believe every time you put your words to paper, you change. Each feeling is set free, and you may follow.....*
~Isis~~Sovereign of the Spirit.
Stephanos
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3 posted 11-01-2000 12:06 AM       View Profile for Stephanos   Email Stephanos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Stephanos's Home Page   View IP for Stephanos

Your post made me think of an interesting form of poetry I was reading about a few weeks ago called an "epitaph"  -pronounced 'EH' - puh - taff'.
An epitaph in greek literally means "writing on a tomb".  It is a brief segment of writing suitable for putting on a gravestone to cause the living to reflect on the life of the deceased...and also their own.   They ranged from somber, serious, to coarse and funny...and spanned many different cultures and times.  

I think an interesting challenge would be to write what you think your own epitaph would be, or what you would want it to be... or if you are brave enough what you would never want it to be (you could hang this one somewhere near as a goading reminder of what your life could end up like if you do not do that good purpose you are desiring)!!  OUCH!  

Anyway I will not at this point venture to write my own epitaph, but here is an example of one I made up to give you an Idea.. this one has a bit of satirical humor.

Here lies Jim Brown and we'll all miss him well,
who was honest and goodly to buy or to sell.
But so few could confide in Ol' Jim 'ere he died
we suspect more'll speak to him... Now he won't tell!


Anybody want to write some epitaphs about yourself? a relative? a celebrity? a historical figure?  This could be quite interesting and fun!  


[This message has been edited by Stephanos (edited 11-01-2000).]
Sunshine
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4 posted 11-03-2000 08:33 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I'm going to give you an epitaph, PLUS my eulogy, to be given by the person of your choice, once I am truly gone.  And yes, you MUST check to see if I am still breathing.  

It will most likely therefore, once it comes about, reside in Prose.

Hugs, Sunshine


Karilea
If I whisper, will you listen?...
I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound.
KRJ


Elizabeth Santos
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5 posted 11-04-2000 10:29 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

This is an absolutely true story. I heard it from a friend who attended the funeral

The Funeral

Now Iím in my seventies
I want you all to know
Iíve got some money all saved up
For when itís time to go.

Thereís ninety thousand dollars
For my funeral expense
I just want one big party
That my family wonít forget

A grand luxurious banquet
A great exciting band
Lots of fun and dancing
And lots of drinks on hand

And then she got to thinking
That her funeral would be bliss
It was going to be a gala
That she didnít want to miss

She got the bright idea
Of planning well ahead
And attending her own funeral
Before sheís even dead

She invited friends from far and wide
Explaining what it meant
For her to be there present
At this extravagant event

They came with their condolences
And joined in the affair
They all agreed it was the best
Of funerals anywhere

The casket lay there waiting
Funeral rites were read
She got to hear her eulogies
And wasnít even dead

The funeral was a great success
No one could deny
But eveyone quite curiosly
Asked the woman why

She said oneís death should not be mourned
That you should celebrate
So I quickly had my funeral
Before it was too late

Elizabeth Santos
likwidsilvher
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6 posted 11-10-2000 03:38 PM       View Profile for likwidsilvher   Email likwidsilvher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for likwidsilvher

There is an anger in her for a world she filled with hate
for every life that passed her in the writing of her fate
for all the need that filled her and the self no one would take
all the hope that whispered "you'll be loved for your own sake.

The castles she created now destroyed in mindless rage
the crystal roads she painted now a blackness on each page
the Knight she wrote in wonder was erased with anger's sword,
but dream still tied her to him with a demon hangman's cord.

Where love had been her partner hatred found its new abode
rage-filled wish to shame him for the lies that were her road
a battle fought within her as she struggled to deny
the woman she created was a figment of her lie.

And hatred seared her, raging, for that woman that she was
laid bare in painted starkness stripped of misty gauze
created as salvation from a self she wouldn't face
forgotten in the gardens of the fantasy she'd trace.

Trapped by feared rejection, so filled with desperate want
stalked by daily terror of a truth that ever haunts
screaming in the silence of a mind that cannot flee
from woman fate created in sadistic revelry.

Her everyday companion now despair she can't control
her nightly flitting shadows hate-filled demons of her soul
that force the anger in her as it burns in naked flame
the only true direction toward the self she can now name.

A stabbing want impales her on the steely blade of need
to feel a touch of passion that would quench the fiery seed.
Anguish washes o'er her for the chains upon her mind
twisted in her essence that demands a love that binds.

And hope she tried to gather is just one more fantasy
that robed her in a mantle of a woman she can't be.
In silent pleas unspoken angusihed mind begs just one lie
to break the ties that hold her to a world in which she dies


a_little_girl
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since 05-08-2000
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San Alejandro, HI, USA


7 posted 11-10-2000 07:43 PM       View Profile for a_little_girl   Email a_little_girl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit a_little_girl's Home Page   View IP for a_little_girl

I die upon rocks,
young and old,
dead and cold.

I'll leave my mark here,
my soul, my being,
it is me you're seeing,
lying cold and still.

I am dead, unbreathing,
my life unweaving.


OLIAS
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since 06-20-2000
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8 posted 11-10-2000 09:06 PM       View Profile for OLIAS   Email OLIAS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for OLIAS

I'd like my epitaph to read:

Here I lie in body only,
Buried alone but never lonely,
I have known love and sorrow replete,
From birth to the grave,
My journey complete,
So as you pass by,
May I say this to you,
This isn't goodbye,
Just merely adieu.

I heard about the following epitaph and I thought it was very witty,

Here lies the virgin Mary Penn,
Who gave to worms what she refused to men.


Regards
Olias
brian madden
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Posts 4532
ireland


9 posted 11-10-2000 09:18 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

"Know that I lived my life
to its full, I have no regrets
or none that are of great consequence,
so now I lay down for one last time
and bid you my loved ones farewell,
keep me in your thoughts and there
I will forever breath. Let the curtain fall
don't obsess over my absence,
I may be gone but a new dawn will rise
a new day will come, and though I am not part of
this anymore I am beyond these confines in a sea of peace where will in time meet and be together forever. with all my eternal love. "


Just a little something my brain thought up, maybe something along these lines for my funeral. On another grim thought I also a song that I want played at my funeral, "find the river" by R.E.M. well I am off to sleep, hopefully just for a few hours.







"an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women".
Patti Smith
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