Death, you are not welcome here,
Not when dreams are bright,
Nor when love is mine to give,
I cannot sleep tonight.
I see your shadow creeping closer,
But you’ll have to wait.
I still have many things to do
That you cannot negate.
For life goes on though I must go
One day eventually,
But not when hands are held so tight –
My true love waits for me.
Reowr 
Get back ye haunty ghoul!
For Bastet speaks to Ra!
Anubis go ye to catch mice,
Cubby, you can sleep tonight!
To sleep, perchance to dream?
Aye, of your true love waiting to be found! 🙂
Poignant. It’s too bad we can’t choose our time to die…so many wait for the end in long, painful, suffering, while others are gone in their prime, with so much more they wanted to do and see.
Yes, we unfortunately have little control over these things.
Cubby, your poetry is always beautiful. You might have in the past shared how you write, but I will ask and if you have posted this just point me to you post. And, of course if you can’t answer that is fine. Just wondering are you always thinking? Do you see poetry in all things around you, are lines always running through your mind, do you write down your thoughts on paper or computer. You write from the heart and it is beautiful and I enjoy reading your post. Sad to say, I have never wanted to write anything until a few months ago, why now I don’t know. Perhaps my interest in photography leads to wanting to write things down, what I see, perhaps as I age {grins} Wishing you happiness and inspiration to always write. Thanks Cubby!
I am not always thinking of writing poetry. I usually have to ask myself “What should I write today?” and have this question consciously in the background of my mind. And then I listen for any whispers or tugs that I hear or feel. Anything that repeats in my mind, like “peanut butter is the best”, is prime fodder for my poems. It can take awhile for the whispers or tugs to come, but once they do, the writing part is pretty smooth. This is how I tend to write, by keeping in mind that I am searching and then listening and being open to inspiration. Otherwise I go on autopilot and don’t think about writing.
That is the best way i have heard that explained!!
My father died at the age of 87, my mother was 12 years younger. When it was my Mothers time she would say that Dad came to visit, he would say to her “not time for you to come to me yet”. She would tell him she wanted to go with him. It doesn’t matter if true or not, because these visits gave her comfort. She passed away at 88. Your poetry made me think of this!
That is so sad but sweet. I am so glad they had such a strong love.
beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you for reading! 🙂
Very nice!
Glad you think so! 🙂
great!
everyone must go but we don’t know when . .
Nor would I want to know. That would be horrible.
Death is not welcomed, only hope and love is what brings the world to a better place. 🙂
Great poem! 🙂
Hope and love are always welcome and make everything better. 🙂
True….
🙂
Say, have you read my new poem? You should check it out. 🙂
Nice poem. I have this morbid thing for poems about death.
A lot of great minds do. 😉
Yep, this is a good poem alright!! Loved it thoroughly!!
Thank you! So glad you did. 🙂
Love this. Makes me think of John Donne’s on the same subject – one of my faves.x
I haven’t read a lot of the classics, so I had to look up his poem. His writing is very sophisticated compared to mine. I am honoured this poem would make you think of his. 🙂
I studied some of his stuff at college. The one on Death was my favourite. It just did not admit defeat at the hands of death. It’s always stayed with me.
Your poetry is very special. x
Very well done! You enjoy your days, they are a gift! Thanks for the visit too…
Scoop
I’m glad you enjoyed it. Twas my pleasure. 🙂
🙂
Scoop
Excellent poem, Cubby! It reminded me a bit of Emily Dickinson’s poetry.
Perhaps a bit like a prologue. 🙂
Amen!
🙂
I loved the commanding tonality that this had, it reminded me of the everlasting flames of hope.
Unfortunately, death doesn’t listen to the commands of mortals, but we can always try. 🙂
Such a pleasure to read forthright and clever
Glad you think so Barb! 🙂
I am going to close my site down and restart again Deliberate Donkey has been taken to court by her ex. I have copies of my work…Its time for me to start afresh and finish healing anyway.. Check out her site and see what has happened http://deliberatedonkey.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/defending-the-blog-deliberate-donkey/
Ugh, I just read it and I can’t believe he would be so vindictive. I don’t understand how he can lay any claim on her writing and work. That makes me upset. I am so happy to hear that you have copies of your own work. I really hope the court proceedings go in her favor, although the judge sounds like a nasty little fella.
I know even though I have used different names and initials. It is showing me and I’ve known it since I got crook its time to start afresh with my photography and writing. will get started asap on new blog
Oh! Absolutely lovely – strong, defiant, technically superb. A cracker !
I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly caved my face in.
Rather brutal. I think I prefer the less violent “stopping” version. 😉
^_~ Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb your groove.
Not at all. 🙂
I like this poem because the night after my suicide attempt, my very close friend passed away just shy of twenty. I always felt guilty about that– I failed to die and he died so unexpectedly. A powerful, beautiful piece.
That is so sad. I’m sorry to hear about your friend’s passing away. It sounds like it was an unfortunate accident. The guilt sounds like survivor’s guilt, but I do not think that your friend would want you to be feeling guilty for being alive. That you failed to die, I can only be very thankful for as you seem like such a wonderful and compassionate person.