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Adieu

by Camy

If there is a point to all of this it's slipped me by

We're born, sleep a lot, make love, wither, die

Lessons we learn, trials we suffer through

Covered with sod or burnt, it is adieu

I strive to make a difference, yearn to carve my mark

Battle genetics daily to change apathy to spark

Yet if there is a point I'm afraid I don't see it now

Prithee tell me, I will be remembered how?

---

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Adieu

by Camy

If there is a point to all of this it's slipped me by

We're born, sleep a lot, make love, wither, die

Lessons we learn, trials we suffer through

Covered with sod or burnt, it is adieu

I strive to make a difference, yearn to carve my mark

Battle genetics daily to change apathy to spark

Yet if there is a point I'm afraid I don't see it now

Prithee tell me, I will be remembered how?

---

What a wonderful poem.

With an equally wonderful concern.

You will be remembered for stating it.

You will certainly be remembered for having brought it to our notice.

Or is there an answer hiding in the questioning?

:hehe:

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Adieu

by Camy

If there is a point to all of this it's slipped me by

We're born, sleep a lot, make love, wither, die

Lessons we learn, trials we suffer through

Covered with sod or burnt, it is adieu

I strive to make a difference, yearn to carve my mark

Battle genetics daily to change apathy to spark

Yet if there is a point I'm afraid I don't see it now

Prithee tell me, I will be remembered how?

---

Clever Emu! I echo Des' comments - you will be remembered as an expert wordsmith and a great guy and a brilliant musician and.. and... and... Your mark is well and truly carved - on hearts and minds.

Great poem, mate - your best yet, possibly.

Bruin

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Blimey! :hehe:

Much as I appreciate the sentiment, chaps, please desist.

It's a poem, not a plea to be lauded. I haven't shuffled off my mortal coil yet. :lol:

Camy

ps love ya both! :lol:

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I guess I'm too young to feel the emotions in it fully. :hehe:

But it's cool. ^_^

It's a poem, not a plea to be lauded. I haven't shuffled off my mortal coil yet.

Oh hey! I just found this GORGEOUS tombstone when I was... *cough*... erm yeah :lol:

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I love this poem! It's one of those things us humans always think about, but never really say outloud. It strikes right to the core of me. Like this one song by John Mayer that says, "But I'll gladly go down to the flame if the flame's what it takes to remember my name." It's an everyday search for me. Which way? This poem has voiced it out so eloquently and beautifully. Thank you, Camy, for writing it. You're one hell of a poet.

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Blimey! :lol:

Much as I appreciate the sentiment, chaps, please desist.

It's a poem, not a plea to be lauded. I haven't shuffled off my mortal coil yet. :lol:

Camy

ps love ya both! :hehe:

Pooh. Poems get lauded when they merit it and you'll just have to get used to that. How are you going to feel when you're appointed Poet Laureate?

I know you haven't popped your clogs yet, we're just getting in practice, ok? :lol:

Now the old muse has just poked me in the ribs, wants me to write a poem for a state occasion as though I was Poet Laureate. Race you to get one posted here in this thread!

Bruin

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Okay - the muse insisted so here it is.

Her Majesty in regal style

Dressed in blue with wooly vest

Waves and nods her perma-smile

Doing again what she does best.

The carriage, gilt, with footmen, green

Moves slowly through St James' Park.

Roofless, so she can be seen

Unless of course it gets too dark.

With her, in state, her husband sits

His smile less sure, less warm, less real.

His place as consort is the pits,

See his pallid grin congeal.

The crowd, as ever, wave their flag

Delighted with their glimpse of glove

Held up, just so, to match the bag

She clutches in her lap with love.

At last the carriage slows and stops,

By Marks and Sparks and Safeway too.

He follows her around the shops.

Poor Ma'am, she's not like me or you!

Bruin Fisher

Okay, I know it lowers the tone considerably after Camy's masterpiece - blame the Muse - he made me do it.

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Gentlemen,

As much as I am in awe of Camy's epiphany of the great riddle,

And also of Bruins majestic insight into humble royalty,

I know this blog is Camy's sanctuary,

But if you (and Bruin) are going to write great poems,

You must not be shy and tentative,

So post them in the forums,

Where they forever may be seen to live.

:hehe:

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Gentlemen,

As much as I am in awe of Camy's epiphany of the great riddle,

And also of Bruins majestic insight into humble royalty,

I know this blog is Camy's sanctuary,

But if you (and Bruin) are going to write great poems,

You must not be shy and tentative,

So post them in the forums,

Where they forever may be seen to live.

:hehe:

Dearest Des,

This is the poetry forum!

:lol:

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:hehe::lol:

Dearest Des,

This is the poetry forum!

:lol::lol:

oh, :lol::hehe::lol:

Sorry, dementia has come on early this morning, or is it evening?

For some reason known only to my brain cell, (poor tired little thing that it is), I could have sworn we were in your blog, Camy.

Are you sure this is the poetry forum?

When did we teleport here?

I have to go lay down for a while. :lol:

At least the poems are where they should be. :icon11:

:hug:

:Wanders off in daze, towards the edge of the planet:

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I think I hate that poem, Camy, but for all the right reasons. It makes me think, it makes me feel uncomfortable, insecure, doubt my own value on this earth. It is excellent, and I hate it for that reason only.

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Dearest Des,

This is the poetry forum!

:blink:

Indeed, Camy, but a thread for your poem. I do think other poems breathe better when living on their own threads.

Let's not hijack one anothers' threads, particularly when there are ever fewer places to post them (with the closure of the Corner).

Kisses to Camy and Des....

TR :wink:

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Indeed, Camy, but a thread for your poem. I do think other poems breathe better when living on their own threads.

Let's not hijack one anothers' threads, particularly when there are ever fewer places to post them (with the closure of the Corner).

TR :wink:

Whoops - that's my fault - sorry. I was the one who hijacked the thread by posting my own versification there. Camy's since put it right by starting a new thread for it. Can I get away with playing my Newbie card? I won't do it again.

Bruin

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Whoops - that's my fault - sorry. I was the one who hijacked the thread by posting my own versification there. Camy's since put it right by starting a new thread for it. Can I get away with playing my Newbie card? I won't do it again.

Bruin

Gee Bruin, between you posting your poem and me not knowing where I am, I think I need to use your newbie card if you have finished with it, please. Mine is all worn out. :wink:

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Gee Bruin, between you posting your poem and me not knowing where I am, I think I need to use your newbie card if you have finished with it, please. Mine is all worn out. :blink:

Hold on.... let me just wipe the coffee stain off it with my shirt-tail... here - you're welcome to use it any time! Just be sure to let me have it back - I'm sure to need it again (and again, and again...)

:wink:

Bruin

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Gee Camy.

They were about to duke it out with newbie cards ninja action! :wink:

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Adieu

by Camy

If there is a point to all of this it's slipped me by

We're born, sleep a lot, make love, wither, die

Lessons we learn, trials we suffer through

Covered with sod or burnt, it is adieu

I strive to make a difference, yearn to carve my mark

Battle genetics daily to change apathy to spark

Yet if there is a point I'm afraid I don't see it now

Prithee tell me, I will be remembered how?

---

In one of my chapters I recently wrote:

Long ago, I learned that life on this rock is little more than one distraction after the next, interrupted by the odd obsession and occasional sorrow.

To expand on that I suppose I should add ;)

Life is also the lessons we teach by our actions, and the lessons we learn from the fall out of other people's decisions.

I know you weren't searching for an answer to your poem. It's beautiful by the way... but the sentiment seemed appropriate and I thought I would post it.

Take care!

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