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Array ( [sid] => 104006 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => HIS PLEA [time] => 2005-08-20 12:15:07 [hometext] => You never know what's waiting for you! [bodytext] => Dear Death

I write to you to ask for a longer life,
I don't have any children, a house or a wife.

I have plenty of money but as you can guess,
Just lays around my bedroom making a mess.

See I know that I'm dying and this is the end,
But first I would like to make a good freind.

If I die now no one will care,
My funeral dull 'cos nobody's there.

My father and I haven't spoken in years,
And I haven't been able to conquer my fears.

I wanted to be an architect
But haven't been able to do that yet.

As I come to the end of my plea,
I see that you've written to me.

And in your note,
you have wrote.

I've listend to your reasons
I've understood your plea
But you must realise
it isn't up to me.

So although I sympathise,
You must close your eyes.

For God has jobs for all his men,
With rooms and buildings you must mend,
An architect you soon with be,
If you just die and come with me.


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HIS PLEA

Contributed by maestar on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 12:15:07 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Dear Death

I write to you to ask for a longer life,
I don't have any children, a house or a wife.

I have plenty of money but as you can guess,
Just lays around my bedroom making a mess.

See I know that I'm dying and this is the end,
But first I would like to make a good freind.

If I die now no one will care,
My funeral dull 'cos nobody's there.

My father and I haven't spoken in years,
And I haven't been able to conquer my fears.

I wanted to be an architect
But haven't been able to do that yet.

As I come to the end of my plea,
I see that you've written to me.

And in your note,
you have wrote.

I've listend to your reasons
I've understood your plea
But you must realise
it isn't up to me.

So although I sympathise,
You must close your eyes.

For God has jobs for all his men,
With rooms and buildings you must mend,
An architect you soon with be,
If you just die and come with me.






Copyright © maestar ... [ 2005-08-20 12:15:07]
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Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 12:42:26 PM AEST
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man..............that really is a sad, and tear jerking write. I do hope its not the truth, in the real sense. If, so I AM SORRY! Maybe, you can do some of what you long for, soon.! Wow..........I have never read a write like this

brew~.



Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 01:21:18 PM AEST
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No, no, no. Nothing is worth selling your soul for, especially not a career, trust me on that. Hopefully this is just fiction, if not, I am terribly sorry. But even in death one must have self respect and morals. If it is fiction, then you have a really great imagination and I should kick you in the shins for worrying me, lol. I don't know anything about you, but sounds like you need something to do. Go out and volunteer and fill that empty time with something useful. I do it and it is great. You will get back far more than you ever give. Have a great day. Rita


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 01:44:33 PM AEST
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wow! This poem is ingenious!! I can see from Rita's comment that she has not understood it. I think you were trying to say that even if you feel like you haven't fulfilled your dreams in life we don't know what god has planned for us even in death!! You are a brilliant poet and you should keep on writing. I couldn't see where there was any reference to selling your soul!! Leave the voluntary work for those who are not such great writers! Well done, keep it up Maestar!


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 03:20:14 PM AEST
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A very powerfull poem, but yes in death you must have self respect forself just as you must have respect for the dead, but if you are talking about selling your sould for a career, I think you would want your soul and find your own career to build up yourself, build up your spirits and your soul. SLipSiX.


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Manda2 on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 04:06:13 PM AEST
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If you think that this poem is about selling your soul for a job, read it again!! This poem is about somebody dying before they feel like they have fulfilled their dreams. But death cannot decide they can have longer for it is up to god and in heaven there are opportunities to do everything you ever wanted to do anyway!! The poet will be an architect for God!! The poem seems pretty straight forward to me, it doesn't mention selling your soul!!!!! Keep up the good work Maestar!


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by lillyjane on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 11:39:05 AM AEST
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A wonderful but sad poem, xxxxxx


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Sunday, 21st August 2005 @ 11:40:22 PM AEST
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Great poem. I hope before I die that I make an impact worth the life that I have been given. (Sorry about the late read)


Re: HIS PLEA (User Rating: 1 )
by Candice on Wednesday, 21st December 2005 @ 09:14:44 AM AEST
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First I read you poem and then I read your comments.
And your poem is even better than I originaly thought.
It makes people think.
Which is what a good poem should do
So yes yes yes,




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