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Mutlu
by Gary E. Andrews - 04/15/24 07:08 PM
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Death is a party It's so cool It's like graduating From high school Hovering above him Crying on the ouside You outlived him Laughing on the inside
Death is release Release from all care Release from trouble You had his share Pretending to miss him After he's gone Knowing full well Life goes on
Farewell Party Playing in your head Gene Watson Dead dead dead
Death is a party Straighten his tie Wear your new dress Tell some lies Say how you loved him You always will He's in a box You're in his will
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On the subject of death. I love your twisted sense of humor and use of sarcasm and irony. Thinking of what the possibilities would be for a musical setting is fun with such a recipe as this.
My mind then drifted to the funeral of my daughter (age 10). Today is the 10th anniversary of her passing. This poem is her older sister's writing done in her honor. The music for this piece is the sound of the ever present wind.
KAYLA
I won't buy flowers To place at your head, I'll meander to your grave Picking wild ones instead. Blooms of bright hues, Tangled stems and leaves, Rock roses, lantana, And African daisies.
You were no poised Composed bouquet, You were the scatter Of springtime at play. You were thunderheads In a blue summer sky, With deep purple rage That would wring you dry.
Your own scattered petals You gather with wind, Mix them with dust, Pirouette in the sand. These rocks will never know Your footsteps again, But you dance on wind! Kick up cyclones of sand Kayla! You dance on wind!
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Both absolutely amazing. Great job and sorry for your loss.
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Hey Jim this is sad and amazing. Have you ever put it to music?
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He Perry....WOW....That poem is amazing. Has that poem ever been put to music...? Barry
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My daughter who wrote it put a melody together on guitar for the funeral. I do not know if she had ever recorded it. She does open mic shows in San Francisco. I will ask her.
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