A Few Requests
grooveamatic
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I think when I lie down finally
I shall want to be surrounded by plants;
Houseplants and a few exotic desert flowers,
Perhaps.
And fishbowls with colorful fish
Wagging their little fishy tails,
Drifting serenely into the glass occasionally.
And I will want those people that have loved me
To come sit and chat
And they may weep if they want I won't stop them
But I'd prefer to talk about the old times
And what they are going to do with the rest
Of their precious waking days.
And maybe if I'm well enough
We'll all watch one of my favorite movies
And I'll say all the lines before they happen.
I also hope someone brings a dog that I can pet.
And then I'll have everyone leave
Except one special person
(who may be drawn from a lottery;
I haven't decided that yet)
And I'll hold their hand
And ask them
If they think fireworks are exciting
And just what do dreams mean
And what's the loudest thing you ever heard
And should we eliminate parking meters
And just what are colors anyway
And when was the first time
They knew they were in love?
And then, closing my eyes,
I'll listen to their replies,
Happy that even without me
The world will be full of scrumptious questions.
I shall want to be surrounded by plants;
Houseplants and a few exotic desert flowers,
Perhaps.
And fishbowls with colorful fish
Wagging their little fishy tails,
Drifting serenely into the glass occasionally.
And I will want those people that have loved me
To come sit and chat
And they may weep if they want I won't stop them
But I'd prefer to talk about the old times
And what they are going to do with the rest
Of their precious waking days.
And maybe if I'm well enough
We'll all watch one of my favorite movies
And I'll say all the lines before they happen.
I also hope someone brings a dog that I can pet.
And then I'll have everyone leave
Except one special person
(who may be drawn from a lottery;
I haven't decided that yet)
And I'll hold their hand
And ask them
If they think fireworks are exciting
And just what do dreams mean
And what's the loudest thing you ever heard
And should we eliminate parking meters
And just what are colors anyway
And when was the first time
They knew they were in love?
And then, closing my eyes,
I'll listen to their replies,
Happy that even without me
The world will be full of scrumptious questions.
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i cannot get over those last 9-10 last lines, those questions and the way you wrote that. im speechless. the questions and knowing that they will always remain..., genuis. great job
Mitch Hedberg- RIP 1968-2005. your jokes have laughed me through a lot. I thank you.
yes yarn spun from thought's loose ends
ten fire bombs lit next to my head
(i went momentarily blind), no
wavelengths folded (somehow)
I don't know.
Thank you!!!!!!!
As are your ideas, justam! Thanks for reading!
This would be an interesting--albeit confusing--poem all on it's own.
Thanks for the imaginative reply!
every line and phrase is pure magic and smiles.
thanks, and you're welcome... i was hoping you wouldn't mind
Mind? Not at all....absolutely fantastic!
Were those answers real PastaNazi biographical answers?
to me, these two lines say a lot of different things. i like this a lot.
from my window to yours
those lines do say a lot about the speaker, don't they? (who incidentally happens to be me in this poem...)
I was wondering if anyone would think about that....
thanks for reading it, trapped!
awesome thoughts
how communication is a bunch of different ideas
it doesnt matter to me much to say i believe in a certain way
for i was brought up in a certain way
i believe in us though
and god
for god is love
im gods son
What about those colors?What are they anyway?
Cant believe I almost missed this one....:)
Missed ya....
peace,
ali:)
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
Thanks so much, dear!!
I've been missing you, too!
If I ever get a damn night free I'm gonna call ya! (really!)
xoxox
I think the loudest thing I ever heard was the blood pumping through my head after I thought I saw a ghost. Still not sure if I actualy saw that ghost.
Us&God=very belieavable things. The concretest things. Thanks so much for your post.