By Zita Perera Subasinghe
Zita
Death, my friend my dear chum!
Sorry no chat with you awhile
Oh, Iknow that you’re not dumb!
You’ve been eyeing me awhile
Death‘Come with me, to see the sights!’
Z. Oh, you mean, walk hand in hand?
D. ‘Yes, to the city to see the lights!’
Z. Then you bury me under the sand?
D. ‘Trust me, my friend so smart and clever!’
Z. ‘Oh, Flattery will get you everywhere’!
D. ‘No! I won’t let you down ever!’
Z. ‘Except, six-foot underground? There!’
Z. ‘What? Have you gone a bit mad?’
D. ‘No, I just found it in the dictionary’
Z. ‘Oh! So, you’re an educated lad!’
D. I love to see you all dressed up
Z. And looking pretty but nowhere to go?
D. Why
not go to church all spruced up?
Z. To hear ‘Requiem’ and even more?
D You’ll be like in the Seventh Heaven!
Z. Oh, the truth comes out at last!
D. Friend Peter’s house has stories seven
Z. My
burial will go with a blast?
D A suspicious mind will get you nowhere!
Z Oh Death, my dear, loving friend!
D. Oh
yes! Flattery will get you everywhere!
Z. OK,
OK! Let me go to my end!
D. Why
the sudden change of mind?
Z. I
want to make a decent job of it!
D. Then
you’re indeed one of a kind!
Z. Bye! No tears, not a drop of it!
Oh!Zeta,
ReplyDeleteLife is vine-branch;A vintager,death
He threatens and lovers
More near with each breath.
Then hasten arise!Seek God,oh my soul!
For time quickly flies
Still far is the goal.
Vain heart praying dumbly,
Learn to prize humbly,
The meanest of fare.
Forget all thy sorrow,
Behold,Death is there!
Lazarus,Emma,1849-1887
Wonderful poetry Zita! I am in Sri Lanka as you know. I could not resist a poetic reply..
ReplyDeleteHello Death, the universal truth
We know you are waiting forsooth
But mistaken you are if you think
That we are scared out of our wits
We are born and we die, that is the link
But you cannot spoil the time betwixt
The Demise of Death'
ReplyDeleteflowers dying on a lonely grave
A decapitated stone angel
Green moss pushing through the cracks
Sone fallen,crushed and broken
Defiant marble pillars with gold acclamations
A sandstone wall of little resistance
Tower blocks grey and uninviting
Glass,glass windows,bottles broken
A dandelion sprawling in the dirt
Weeds rampaging through the daisies
Death has died.
Keith Fielding
Hello Speedy!
ReplyDeleteDeath loves you not
And wants you to live!
Tis Zita I was eyeing
And trying to give
A taste of dying
But oh that creature!
Thinks I’m spying
But I’m a great being
And not what they think
Hereafter I’ll hate her
Not give even a wink
Zita
Anonymous, Anonymous!
ReplyDeleteJust, who are you?
Are you ominous
Or a friend true?
Death finds buddies strange
Chatty, mysterious even witty
He is not likely to change
From here to eternity!