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Leslie Philibert Walk Slowly At My Burial - Poem by Leslie Philibert Take the pace out of step, the black beetle crunches over gravel, a block of ice, stupid silence carried like a china cup nearly down, a ring of flowers, the first prize packed like a gift; six strong men are needed to carry my boxed bag of bones, flaps of skin and the old-man smell. Hold on. A moth in a lampshade couldn`t bruise its wings less; scared of the fall into cold loam. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about Walk Slowly At My Burial by Leslie Philibert Lol I could dream of this poem in many ways, thank you for giving me such freedom! Even when being dead we would stop everything only to observe the works of nature; or would the moth it be a teacher saying that everything goes on and off? Or I could go back to the start of the poem and dream of a different burial, mine. Maybe you have written this with fear in mind but for me is an exciting poem helping me to think search and feel my way out of that fearfilled box. Thank you! (Report) Reply Babalola Augustine Adeola (9/8/2013 6:50:00 AM) hmmm... scary a bit. a word for us all (Report) Reply a melancholic write with beautiful metaphore. (Report) Reply Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Leslie Philibert's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Tóg Mé Ar Shiúl ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Cuimsíonn scamaill an spéir tráthnóna Scarlet, scáthanna lengthen mar an caoin uaigneach, chun fothain ó intinn misunderstood, grá eile nuair a bhí dteagmháil coireachta. Áit éigin i bhfad amach ar an sféar tuirseach, tá sé fírinne nó leomh, a bheith gealltanais daor, beidh gach chruthú a shealbhú sé anáil agus troideanna gang a banger pubescent a bás! Beidh Fiú sa saol seo siúlóid coincréite a théann i bhfad níos faide ná caint, Seasann sí ag teacht shakes sí a dhorn mar a thagann siad as a cuid a chur ar a saol. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Tóg Mé Ar Shiúl ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe