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Right, so I write a poem, designed to make people cry. What happens? The buggers laugh. Why? Do you not get that there's a poignancy to death, and to the poem? The man is in the ground for goodness sake! Yeah, it's absurd, but that doesn't mean that absurd can't be poignant. I do write absurd and silly things, but not all the time. Sometimes I am being serious, and I'd really like people to stop trying to fit me into a genre. I'm not funny. Not intentionally. Sometimes my poems and stories take a bit of interpretation, so maybe bear that in mind next time you read something of mine.
I was one of the only two people, or rather, 'the buggers', who took the time to comment on your poem. The fact that you write absurd and silly things had absolutely nothing to do with my interpretation of this piece, and right now,the only genre I would place you in would be that of egotistical. Yes, there is a poignancy to death, and if poignant was what you were hoping to achieve, then perhaps wording it differently would have had the desired effect.
As Joss Whedon, (American screenwriter, film and television director and producer, comic book author, composer and actor) says... “All worthy work is open to interpretations the author did not intend. Art isn't your pet -- it's your kid. It grows up and talks back to you.”
I shan't apologise for apparently 'misinterpreting' your poem . I enjoyed reading it, I wouldn't have bothered to comment, had I not, and yes, I did find it humorous, and a little morbid, and it appealed to my rather dark sense of humour. And, to quote part of your comment on your profile.. "It is NOT humorous, and if you misinterpret it, I will tell you as much, and I WILL USE CAPITALS TO DO SO." May I suggest you get off your High Horse and be appreciative that 'the buggers' took the time to read and acknowledge you work and that I hope to read more of it.
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I just this week had a real surprise that I wanted to share. My DAD wrote this in a letter to one of my brothers ... now deceased. I had NO IDEA that he would pen these words. He was a farmer and was also active in civic affairs. He also taught Sunday School for 38 years. This was written in Dad's near illegible left handed scrawl in one long paragraph. I took the title from the first few words and then arranged the rest in this poetic format. To my knowledge, this is the only thing of this nature ( writing of poems, etc.) he ever wrote.
I MUST REMEMBER
when I have planted my last grain of corn,
when I have set my last potato plant,
when I have harvested my last crop,
when I have attended my last meeting,
when I have sat in my church for the last time,
when I have kissed my wife for the last time,
when I have counseled my boys for the last time,
when I have hugged my grandchildren for the last time,
when I've prayed to my God for the last time,
when I have eaten my last meal,
when I have drawn my last breath,
when my heart will beat no more,
Then will I receive my reward from my Heavenly Father above,
Who as been so wonderful and good to me through the many years
I have been permitted to live on this Earth.
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B.L.A. 1905 / 1994
I MUST REMEMBER
when I have planted my last grain of corn,
when I have set my last potato plant,
when I have harvested my last crop,
when I have attended my last meeting,
when I have sat in my church for the last time,
when I have kissed my wife for the last time,
when I have counseled my boys for the last time,
when I have hugged my grandchildren for the last time,
when I've prayed to my God for the last time,
when I have eaten my last meal,
when I have drawn my last breath,
when my heart will beat no more,
Then will I receive my reward from my Heavenly Father above,
Who as been so wonderful and good to me through the many years
I have been permitted to live on this Earth.
+=+=+=
B.L.A. 1905 / 1994
I was trying to be nice!! I'll let you have the shady spot too.BcfEIlQ7P7bS89ts 
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I found another poem my mom wrote that you might enjoy.
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HOLDING HANDS
I have the hand-holdingest husband
As anyone can see;
In just any old place at all,
He holds hands with me.
While walking in the country,
Or strolling in the park;
He doesn’t need to wait,
For stars and moonlight after dark.
Through summer’s sun,
In springtime’s rain,
Or sitting by the fire;
He seems to have one thing in mind.
In any kind of weather,
He holds my hand in his
As long as we’re together
That is our desire.
I hope when we get to that Promised Land
I pray we go together
We will enter Heaven’s portals
Still walking hand in hand.
G.Mc.A.
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HOLDING HANDS
I have the hand-holdingest husband
As anyone can see;
In just any old place at all,
He holds hands with me.
While walking in the country,
Or strolling in the park;
He doesn’t need to wait,
For stars and moonlight after dark.
Through summer’s sun,
In springtime’s rain,
Or sitting by the fire;
He seems to have one thing in mind.
In any kind of weather,
He holds my hand in his
As long as we’re together
That is our desire.
I hope when we get to that Promised Land
I pray we go together
We will enter Heaven’s portals
Still walking hand in hand.
G.Mc.A.
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Thank you, AriesDragon, for starting this picturesque thread and reminding us of the beauty to be found on this spec of dust in the cosmos. Through my association with you ... and also seeing some of your artwork ... I'm developing a dper appreciation for nature's beauty. I sincerely thank you for sharing things like this and seeing beauty through your eyes.
... at the END of the LINE!!