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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland 
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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~ |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
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 chérie" |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
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. |
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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
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).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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 |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is an absolutely true story. I heard it from a friend who attended the funeral The Funeral Now I’m in my seventies I want you all to know I’ve got some money all saved up For when it’s time to go. There’s ninety thousand dollars For my funeral expense I just want one big party That my family won’t 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 didn’t want to miss She got the bright idea Of planning well ahead And attending her own funeral Before she’s 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 wasn’t even dead The funeral was a great success No one could deny But eveyone quite curiosly Asked the woman why She said one’s death should not be mourned That you should celebrate So I quickly had my funeral Before it was too late Elizabeth Santos |
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likwidsilvher New Member
since 2000-11-07
Posts 2 |
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 |
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
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. |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
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 |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
"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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