I'll try posting this poem here...

[GoddessOfGuinness]

Death sometimes comes in a dream
Holding me tenderly,
Whisp'ring the delights awaiting me
In that ineluctable euphoria.

Too soon, when my waking nears,
His lips caress my cheek,
And Death gently implores my patience;
Despite my desire, it is not yet my time.

The dream...the sweetness of it
Loiters around my heart
Until my mind begins to wonder
If I'll have to nag him to take out the trash.

[oneighty]

1. Nice poem Goddess

One in which dreams fade quickly into reality.

It is garbage day on my street today also.

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[GoddessOfGuinness]

2. Trash is least fun when it gets hot and humid outside!

:toast:

[oneighty]

3. Life forms in agreeable weather

via a miraculous spontaneous generation process spring forth and soon become the trash.

All of it.

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[GoddessOfGuinness]

4. In it's turn, trash mulches the earth,

making new life and new growth possible. :D

[NMMNG]

5. Nice work

:applause:

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

6. Nice! Gave me chills and not many do that.

Have you been reading Donne again?

[JitterbugPerfume]

7. thanks

that is a very nice poem!

[PretzelzRule]

8. Very good!

Thanks for sharing; I like that very much. I am part of a fledgling writing group in my town that gets together and shares poetry we've written...I hope to soon be writing as well as you do. :)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

9. My dear GoddessOfGuinness!

Very nice indeed!

I love the twist at the end!

:toast: