Open Poetry #47 |
Fun Poem About a Disturbing Subject -- Things To Do While Waiting |
atumwa New Member
since 2011-12-10
Posts 2 |
This poem is from my website, Poems About Life, at http://www.kensanes.com/index.html : Things To Do While Waiting by Ken Sanes Here are some things we can do with our lives before our departure inevitably arrives: we can ask the world to be more humane or learn to talk witty, clever, urbane; we can think a lot about all kinds of sex -- locations, positions, revenge on the ex -- or keep pumping iron to pump up our pecs; we can chase after money until we get rich or hide in a comfortable, anonymous niche; we can become a spy who is surreptitious or cook a lasagna that is simply delicious. We can even try to live on in our writing by being extensively quoted and read but, whatever we do in the course of our life, our sad common end is we end up dead. We can gorge on ice cream and apple pie and try to forget that someday we’ll die; we can flex and admire ourselves in a mirror or be a subway creep who keeps getting nearer; we can save lots of puppies with floppy ears and clumsy paws and sad pleading eyes, but the truth of life in this veil of tears is that everything living meets its demise. And even when things are really first rate, we instinctively know that it’s already late because the clock is set at a minute to midnight and each minute edges us closer to fate -- and eyeing the clock with a hint of alarm still won’t stop us from buying the farm. So take pleasure in living, enjoy while you can, because nothing is going according to plan. And when you finally fall into all of that nothing, it won’t even rise to the blankness of stone. That is the calamity each of us faces, and each of us is forced to face alone. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Can't put up a viable argument in response to this, atumwa. When you're right, you're right . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Nocturnal Pulse Member
since 2010-08-12
Posts 84Australia |
Other than controlling people, this is the foundation of modern religion: the stark fear of death. It is indeed a scary thought, one you've rendered wonderfully in this poem. It can be difficult not to dwell on certainties sometimes. I typically remember this quote when I'm feeling down about our inevitable future: "Death is nothing to us. When we are, death is not, and when death is, we are not." -Epicurus I'm sure you've probably seen/heard that one before. That's my 2 cents, good day and happy writing : ) |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Yes the pleasure is mine Always take the high road when it comes to taking pleasure in living |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
Excellent poem and welcome to pip!!! I can definitely see this becoming a famous poem!!! I loved it and had to chuckle when I read the last line of this stanza just so true! "And even when things are really first rate, we instinctively know that it’s already late because the clock is set at a minute to midnight and each minute edges us closer to fate -- and eyeing the clock with a hint of alarm still won’t stop us from buying the farm. So take pleasure in living, enjoy while you can, because nothing is going according to plan." Sunshine and happiness to you and yours happy holidays!! ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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atumwa New Member
since 2011-12-10
Posts 2 |
Thanks for the kind words. It's a motivator! - Ken Sanes |
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