No tears at my farewell

No tears at my farewell

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"

Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone you love them.

"
                      No tears at my farewell

When my body becomes tired
The blood doesn't want to flow.
Allow me to fall into a peaceful sleep.
Death will come when it desired.

At my farewell
I want no tears.
I don't want a fancy box,
With a stone describing  my name and my time of death.

I have been to the farewells of others.
So many people cry tears for lost friends,
who are beginning a new journey.

Allow the heat of fire to disburse me to heaven or hell?
Gather up my ashes.
Toss me into the great ocean.

I don't want to waste any more land.
I abused kind Earth for too long already.

If you want to present me with  memorial.
Plant trees, so many trees.
I may come back to see you there.

You may find my spirit by the sea or
roaming the great forest.
I want to roam in the beauty of nature forever.

I want a good death like the Vikings or the Native Americans
of old.

Build a bridge in between the trees.
Let my final resting place be the green earth.
 
Send my body into the sea on a burning raft.
Allow my body to escape into the gentle winds of the water.

Leaving no tears.

I want a Gypsy  funeral
Dancing, talking and remembering the good days.
A grave is left to leave sad memories only.

Wherever I land
Perhaps heaven or hell?
I will sing and dance
Raise  more cane.

Life is to be lived
Not to be depressed or afraid.
Then lay down and die at birth.

Suicide don't scare me
Being sickly done.

All of us must take the final journey.
I'm not afraid for my sake.
For I know how I felt at my brother's funerals.

I had no right to cry for them.
I learned later.
We should have remembered the good times and laughter.
Not the tear and heart break of a funeral.

I'm dreaming of a ship.
The flames are strong.
I will watch from a distance.
Friend drinking strong tequila.
They sent me off with a prayer
and a wish.
I will find some calm and peace.

Plant the trees by the water.
I will come and sit with you.

Live hard, celebrate being alive.

                              Coyote
                           1990

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
I wrote this 20 years ago after my brother's death. I learn life isn't no guarantee. Best tell the people you love them often. Laughing and singing will leave you with a complete and full life. Being pissed off will blind you to the the good around you. Any mistakes. I would appreciate the help. Never too old to learn.

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This is so beautiful & brilliant, there are no words to comment . . . just sorry (((HUGS))) about the circumstances of your brothers' deaths (I remember this happening twice in your family?) I have the same feelings about when I die, but you've expressed it with much more natural honor & grace than anything I ever thought about. This is such a beautiful tribute & reminder to all of us (((HUGS)))

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

I appreciate the comment my friend. Death is just another journey for us.



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WOW!!!! This is quite a Strong poem that resonates long after reading, it is sad in a way, but responsible also. You may as well let people know what you want.
Much respect for your love of mother earth...
:-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Beautifully written! I've always felt the same way about my own demise. I'd much rather it be a celebration of life rather than a mourning of death...

I have been to the farewells of others.
So many people cry tears for lost friends,
who are beginning a new journey.

Great words!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you make me realize.. it was a good poem.. you should share it with everyone..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very good poem. I agree with PoppySilver.
I think this is one of the best poems I read from you so far. Very good.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting and inspiring. This is one of the best poems of recent memory

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gorgeous ...this is how I think of death too...it is nothing...live life and die knowing you are not dying...life is a gift...it should not be wasted in mourning

Posted 13 Years Ago


"I had no right to cry for them.
I learned later.
We should of remembered the good times and laughter.
Not the tear and heart break of a funeral."

This is beautiful. I firmly believe that a funeral should not be so full of sadness and sad memories. It's a sad moment, yes, but we should try to be happy. Remember the good times. Instead of mourning, celebrate the life they lived! Beautiful work. One of my favorites.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Not all people look from the same perspective as that of the persona. Such optimistic and open-minded thoughts express bravery. A wonderful write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Life is a treasure...and one can see by reading through your thoughts how much you cherish being...though there are so many emotional highs and lows within your poem the message of life is the most important...

nice work my friend...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful love, you speak words of wisdom, its easy to fear death and to fear what is after but it is even harder to know people will not cope well afterwards either! To plant that tree is to live on, I absolutely love this, beautiful!
Speak what we need to say whilst alive! :)
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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