Saturday, March 8, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
slang who's who
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Labels: aging, death, endurance, epitaph, perseverance
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
When I breathe no more
When I breathe no more
good salty air of sea
or fresh breeze of stormcoming
lord of death's accounting tablet
let my name stink of earth
and tincture of flowers
with rain soaking this precious mantle
her covering and girdle my mother
for to her breast again i would return
july mmxii
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Labels: death, dying, return to earth
Monday, July 13, 2009
Does my mother need an ornament
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 7/13/2009 0 comments
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Jest like to wonderland
Yes your spirit goes to heaven
jest like you were before
xackly cept you got no worries
no bothersome you name it
jest like to wonderland
snug in yore mother's you name it
only difference is difference
you got none
difference is wot you left behind
cos it so worrisome
now you got cosy wall-to-golden wall same as
spirit deft yclept for me
leaps in veins
you dasnt smile in vain
nor shed tears neither
you live with circumstance
for no smiles no tears
both go together
can't take it with you
alas for the lack
you realize that don't you
mmviii
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 8/12/2008 0 comments
Monday, April 14, 2008
We pay a price
We pay a price for living
is the price too dear?
oh no! fear
is too near the bone
to place a value upon
“turn again Whittington!”
time marches
in quick step
or slow
just so
the paean and the pang
one arrow to the bow
many to the quiver
armed by providence
against what accident
may deliver
mmv
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 4/14/2008 0 comments
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Hesitation
Who hesitates at death – I'm one
what hinders crossing over?
burden of ownership
once shed … gone!
mcmlx
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 3/22/2008 0 comments
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Mutability my theme
Mutability my theme
nay, neither moot nor mute
I must say my say
do my damned worst or bestingest
every grunt and groan
a mouthful to a footfall
until i flop myself down
and exit upon a hook
where there’s no season or clime
no bother of raison d’être etcetera
campanile bells ring their changes
changes to measure compatible
lively the moment to strike
or strict
to which they turn their tongues
pulled and reeling
heel and toe as we go
with a heigh ho hey nonny no
upon each taken yeasty breath
footing it tempo to the body’s beat
urged by primal legacy
mutability my theme
taken at its worth sobeit!
cogency sent from earthandsky
mmv
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 9/18/2007 0 comments
Labels: aging, death, end of life, fortitude
Thursday, May 24, 2007
To fall to earth
To
fall
to
earth
falls our lot
as sure as tulips
in eager shorter session
discard their wounded petals
on this vacated plot
where hungry persistent squatters
earn their keep
with striving like ours
glory thus ingloriously departs
while wider world entertains its purposeful poise
mmvii
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 5/24/2007 0 comments
Labels: death, end of life, poetry
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
In the mean time
In the mean time
digging the too-little lean time
squandering misgivings
between breakfast bed and berth in earth
let me be chaste of temper
sic fidelis senex
scornful sufficiency of latin text
let gone-bys be bygones
death being what it is or ain't
absence entire
i pronounce a propós demi-urge
half of providence
ever with property upright in mind and stature
in midst of baleful indignities
may i relinquish this state of blessed quiet and unrest
consummate resignation
before consigned to follow those gone before
sinking irretrievably bar memory
to deteriorate as any flower or bug or rainsquall
cycling through this grace
devoid of warrant majestic as birth
rumination no travail
dispensing with great question
what who how bye and bye
laughable if we could laugh or cry
mmvii
Posted by Laurie Ashton at 5/09/2007 0 comments
Labels: death, end of life, poetry, resignation
