Food For Thought.

We are just children we frolic about

running and skipping loving to shout

no need for schooling we’ve nothing to learn

the mysteries of life are not our concern

hide behind mummy if strangers appear

comments received “Oh aren’t they just dear”

into the green oh we’ll have fun

it won’t last for ever our day in the sun.

Short lives are over we go to our fate

development finished we push through the gate

to go to creator at his bequest

dressed in our finest  looking our best

deaths deadly scythe has slashed at our throat

touched though by sadness no reason to gloat

our bodily functions permanently gone

only essence and value continuing on

Our filleted body now naked unclad

lies open and bloody cold on the slab

with artistry cunning we go on display

readied for furnace burn imperfection away

then on to the day of our celebration

news of our death will be fuel to a nation

a speaker loud will rise and toast

brethren gathered ” Our Sunday Roast”

Think of us fondly when you pass

fields quite empty with lush green grass

where our spirits still gamble with glee

how our tiny bodies did pleasure thee

we gave our lives to nurture yours

never judging of your so many flaws

even yet in our final form

we keep your body snug and warm

Suffer not my children unto me.

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  • Marie Milton on Aug 11, 2009

    Oh WOW!!! : ) This is truely a work of art : )

  • I Have Had Enough on Aug 11, 2009

    Great poem.

  • cafftee on Aug 11, 2009

    Well done oldster.

  • Goodselfme on Aug 11, 2009

    Your picture with words is everything rolled into one poem and so well done.TX

  • Mikayla on Aug 12, 2009

    Since death is unavoidable and unimagineable for most, you have written a poem that transcends all that. If this was your first attempt at poetry, it was a confident one Oldster..and you executed it very well. I also like that there was a little light shining through..providing a contrast to the doom and gloom associated with death and dying. As I was reading this..something I read somewhere popped into my head..It is not upon life that our ultimate individuality centers, but upon death.

  • Mikayla on Aug 12, 2009

    Oh dear..first time for me..probably won’t be the last time I misinterpret the subject/theme/meaning/significance of a poem..but then you do have one of the sharpest intellects at Triond Oldster. This is the first time you’ve tried your hand at poetry ay. Very witty..due care was taken to represent the images accurately..and you expressed to me your experience/feelings on this piece..don’t want to give anything away. I do however think Oldster..that the shape/form of your poem did not convey (to me) what you were trying to express. I also agree with what Fegger said in the forum. Nevertheless, this was a mammoth first attempt at poetry..nice one oldster.

  • SunshineRay on Aug 14, 2009

    That was deep. Great stuff!

  • Brenda Nelson on Aug 15, 2009

    okie dokie.. people should remember that when you are eating meat, you are eating something that wanted to live just as much as you or I.. or maybe even more than some of the EMO kids…
    eat less meat, I wouldnt say give it up all together,but eat less, and remember you are eating somebodies baby.
    I keep pet sheep. They really are sweet when they play.

  • giftarist on Aug 17, 2009

    Great post!

  • Aldrin A Wilding West on Aug 20, 2009

    Really enjoyed this. Celebrating life, death and whatever comes after. I’m not a believer, but I do believe we progress to some other form. I also like this for its clever rhyme. I’m a rhymer too. Good, meaningful poetry. Thanks.

    Buzz

  • kathie107 on Aug 20, 2009

    Interesting, I liked your poem.

  • Shamanz on Aug 30, 2009

    ooh, great poem and one that Rhymes too! Don’t know about you but I just don’t get poems that don’t rhyme. Your’s however read really well to me.

    Keep this up!

  • ByGrace on Sep 4, 2009

    oldster, this literally struck me dumb and awed…

  • Duff D Moss on Sep 8, 2009

    Geeze – makes me want to be a vegetarian. A very clever piece.

  • David Crerand on Sep 8, 2009

    It may just be one perspective, but it is one that many should contemplate. Great writing!

  • raptor22 on Sep 8, 2009

    Great poem.

  • STEVE666 on Sep 8, 2009

    I really enjoyed this read, Oldster. A truly great poem. Well done!

  • Used to be Shelly on Sep 8, 2009

    Great job again oldster.

  • BradONeill on Sep 9, 2009

    This is a great poem but I would never give up meat. Too tasty. MMMMMM

  • Mark Gordon Brown on Sep 9, 2009

    never keep sheep as pets or you will not ever want to eat them.
    I have had some sleepless nights bottle feeding orphaned ones and you do get attached.

  • Zunairah on Sep 10, 2009

    A very well written and thought provoking poem!! Thanks for sharing :)

  • Rod Ferrandino on Sep 11, 2009

    Perspectives change with the rhythm of the work; well done.

  • spiritwalker on Sep 25, 2009

    very good oldster. A very nice way to put it.

  • diamondpoet on Sep 25, 2009

    You are a great poet, one of the best I have read yet. But this gave me a few chills. I know that death is inevitable.

  • raptor22 on Oct 30, 2009

    Lovely poem, makes me want to be a kid again.

  • Mila Marcos on Jan 7, 2010

    I know what this is about;) – interesting theme Oldster:)

  • Mila Marcos on Jan 7, 2010

    I know what this is about;) – interesting ‘puzzle’ Oldster:)

  • Cynthia Cox on Jan 27, 2010

    you do indeed have a poet heart, you write it well.

  • hfj on Apr 21, 2010

    This is the first time i’ve saw this and still don’t know how it got by me. This was a very touching and powerful poem my friend. I didn’t realize the full extent of your wide array of talent until i read this piece. This was beautiful, and very well written. Well done ole friend.

  • Bo Russo on Apr 21, 2010

    Bloody incredible mate! deep thinking here.

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