Customs call for rites and wreaths
he sits and watches as he breathes
so many rituals from morn til night
are they for pleasure, for sense of sight?
As the world gets cramped
comes a life to this earthy dump
with pomp and leisure do they greet
the new born soul, a welcome feat.
With innocence lost as babes grow up
rejoice or fail til they've had enough
they live and love according to choice
and gather their wants, demands they voice.
He recalls the solemnest rite
when everything seemed perfectly bright
the loveliest one he's ever seen
wants a life spent with him.
To choose a mate, one has to date,
as lovers dance to life's romance;
hardest rite to undertake, for heaven's sake,
is when they choose and bring on blues,
for life's content may not be meant.
As he watched the funeral pyre
paper structures burn afire
as one's remains is likewise cast
into body burners for churning ash.
As automatons lead their lives
robot acts move to jive
with unclear purposes, wants and tasks
carrying out rituals from dawn to dusk.
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Written June 21st, 2004
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customs and traditions should be observed, continued. paper structures going up in flames. should have done it with laptop at the top of the heap..
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This was very thought provoking peice!
Your talent shows through with such wonderful use of words you have so greatly penned .
Love how you told the story in this.
Great work
~Lisa~
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WOW! I love how you worded this and showed life from birth till death. And how we as human sometimes act as robots without a true purpose.
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I loved this piece also...
Soulful Woman -
ok ok il cut the adjectivey crap
imagery- superb
writing style- fantastic...
not really much more to say really other than i loved the piece
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A wonderfully penned piece you have here. The words choice and usage create images within the mind that keep the reader locked within this piece. Well Done!
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A round of applause for a piece of work beautifully written...This is a wonderful piece...Peace
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hey amy, we all make mistakes...cuz we're human..." to err is human, to forgive, divine".... asan divinity mo?
i think i made some mistake in my copy and paste...you know me, six fingers per hand...lol...good for piano, makes for idiocy on computer... like when i tried to correct this piece, i couldnt get it to fit so i deleted....and deleted all comments as well....lol...and i hope you're happy now... -
To choose a mate, one has to date,
as lovers dance to life's romance;
hardest rite to undertake, for heaven's sake,
is when they choose and bring on blues,
for life's content may not be meant.
choices-- (hate that word right now).. sometimes the things we choose to do brings discontent..
good job. i checked puzzhideaway, its not messed up as you said.
Edited on Jun 22, 2:14 because ''.
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