Two Short Poems on Death

Coffee

I know that life brews mornings up
Robust beyond belief,
That sweet love in a lasting cup
Dilutes a distilled grief.

I know no more of death than you,
Except in bitter blends
Of scalding sorrow poured into
The farewell cups of friends.

Let Your Life

Let your life be for forgiving.
Do not die while you are living.
Dying should occur far after
You have filled with love and laughter.

Keep your candle always burning.
Keep an open mind for learning.
After death there’s no returning.

The Mad Poet of McKinley Ave.

I agree, the worst time to die is when one is alive. Certainly it must be hard to die when the joys of life are almost forgotten, but it can’t compare to dying suddenly.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease that is always fatal.

Generally speaking, but even the least fateful life is isn’t fated to be fatal.

Paraphrase from Shakespeare"s Julius Caesar"— A coward dies many times before his death; a brave man dies but once.
Or to quote Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gently into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

All too true. All too human.

About “Coffee”–my friend TAC would call the poem a set piece, a contrivance, far too polished to reach the raw, visceral heart of the topic. What do you think?

A contrived poem
Is written without feeling
In the heart it has no home

A poem on coffee
Not a set piece
Coffee is integral to me

Coffee and life together
Brings out the depth
It makes the poem better

More than artificial lighting
Now for the reader’s health
I’ll stop writing

A fine poem about a poem! I’m flattered. Thanks.

Live till you die, then go without regret and without loss.

Love this.

Good stuff, Ier. Reminds me of Andrew Marvel, though I’m pretty uninformed.