The many who will miss your fellowship
Will pause a moment in the afternoon
And ponder on your passing all too soon,
O you, of steady heart and sapient quip;
You, ever ready with the curious tip
To bless the easy hours with a boon --
To liege your whimsies like a staunch dragoon
When blithe Lady Tobaccum kissed the lip.
The many who will miss your fellowship
Will more than pause, more than a moment, and
Will more than ponder long without a sound:
Nobility, honor, companionship --
You lost----your broken hourglass spilling sand----
And ravens strolling on the barren ground.
Author notes
An old poem retooled.
What did you think
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A fine, wonderful tribute with the perfect cord struck throughout. A magnificent flow that lends itself perfectly to the sadness expressed here. I really, really loved this piece...
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Barry was a dear friend of my exhusband and myself. When he died we were devastated.
Thank you so very dearly for the read!
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Wonder if B.L. was as fine as this ultra fine poem?
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Thank you , Tiki, well we all know humans are not as great as cats, and humans are rarely as good as paper is to lie on, but he was a dear friend, and he was honored appropriately, though perhaps not as eloquently as your beautiful compliment.
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I must admit that I had to look up "Lady Tobaccum". The funny thing is: when I put her in Google, this poem is what came up first on the list. Love your sonnets, as always.
Love,
Amera♥
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That's so funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Thank you ever so much for the read!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
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Amazing!
Told you yesterday,it's wonderful to have come in here and see you editing and posting up your wonderful oldies.
I enjoyed this tremendously.
Tc.
S.
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Thank you so very much for the read! He died a long time ago, and he was a great friend to my ex-husband, my ex-brother in law and I. I'll miss him always.
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Dear Purrs,
Though not acquainted with the late B.L.
I hope he is in Heaven, not in Hell.
You seem to think he was an upright bloke
although, like me, he did enjoy a smoke.
I hope smoking's allowed where e'er he be
but, if it's all "NO SMOKING", - R.I.P.
I especially love the lines:
"To liege your whimsies like a staunch dragoon
When blithe Lady Tobaccum kissed the lip."
A splendid eulogistic sonnet in Italian style,
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Thank you so very kindly: he was a pipe smoker, and a pipe seller and tobacconist of some note. He's greatly missed. Hugs!
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I'd be honored! Much thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I really like this one Purrs. The imagery is fantastic.
'You lost----your broken hourglass filled with sand----'
pure artistry, I might just have to draw it!
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