|Funeral For A Large Man
Problems with the lid,
to hear nervous fiddling,
ancient aunties stuck to seats,
in furnace central heating.
Slid and swerved
on rollers to the hearse
"Hasn't been a worse one
in my lifetime's work."
In church, mourners burst
into nervous unrehearsed song.
All thanked the Lord for a freezing day
as combustible thoughts strayed
into minds that preyed,
while wishing themselves away.
Later I remembered him trembling
in sunshine as he drank
from a glass of wine,
thimble in his giant hand.
12 Jun 05
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this is good. very nice.
Thanks for the comment unknown,its appreciated.
Liked the thimble Larry, guess that's why some folk drink from the bottle.
If only i could stick to a thimble full i wouldn't be the wreck i am this morning looking out of bloodshot eyes on a grey world of my own making.
Larry brandy boy Lark
no sir, you are hooray.
Is it good to be hooray or should i be worried?
Larry hip hip Lark
I was drawn to the title of this one...I kinda guessed it'd be funny, but it turned out to be quite moving actually.
The last 2 lines really made the poem much stronger as a poignant piece.
He was my best friend(Sob) and in the end we had to winch him into the pub ,after they'd removed the front wall and all the regulars had vacated to the beer garden
Larry demon drink Lark
heh heh...yeah, that must have been a sad day!
i hear they just finished cremating marlon brando
Well i guess we have the consolation of knowing that he must have kept a hell of a lot of people warm
Larry Fat in the fire Lark
I spent part of my youth trying to look like Marlon,
and at middle age, trying not too.
Very excellent work Larry fine writer Lark
by the way larry, you, this pome and sad happenstance broke my writers block so thank you.
lovely, as always. : )
Man this is fuckin' brilliant who the hell wrote this?let me crush the bones in his writing hand ooooops it were me sorry its a fat lump of shit really
Dear Noodle man
I'm glad that reading my poem was of help to you
Preyed, or prayed?
Gee thanks themolly, a compliment indeed coming from you.
I don't get why this is so good...
It's a beautifully observed piece of writing - poignant and sad, but somehow capturing a sense of the ridiculous.
Someone is seriously somehow able to comment in my name! How? What?!?! &nb sp;How!!!!!! OH MY GOSH! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
Why would I say THAT!?!?! I gave this a 9!!!!!
Does one hear nervous fiddling?
Do rooms boil in furnace heating?
And I quite sure, the room did not slid or swerve on any roller.
All in all a poorly constructed piece of prose, with little technical merit.
Subject matter good, and in slightly more capable hands could have been quite entertaining.
Does one hear the voice of low self esteem. Does one feel shit, alienated etc. etc. Does one hear the bored emptiness of its own mind.Does one want to make oneself feel slightly better,but only for a moment by writing like a poetry bitch.
Oh and by they way,you can feel shit,but i wouldn't recommend it
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? Lie down in a dark room and keep taking the tablets
Poor Larry lark.
Who it would appear likes to leave anonymous comments?
And whose ego is so brittle, that he flutters to the ground in search of praise hoping to find the grit for his crop.
Do snakes in the grass really fly?
I enjoyed the authenticity of this poem .It rings true .This is exactly what peopl would be thinking.The common touched you used made it really easy to relate to .
Poor unknown ,
as if we didn't know who it is, whoops i forgot the delusional royal address .Start again . As if "one" doesn't know who it is your royal majesty.One's second stanza encamsulates the tacky prose with which your most highest highness litters his poetry. If one looks carefully in ones grass,one will find that even when poor Larry is posting "anonymously" because basically he can't be arsed signing in,he always adds his name. My my ,someone has really got among the snakes in your head. but if your looking in my direction your barking madly up the wrong bananabush.
Not much of a slueth are you to think that i have time to waste slagging off persons
even if they are the royal self annointed poetry bitch.
Larry signed in double Lark
hey larry you put the fun back in funeral.
I like the last like the best...REALLY like it. Very cool larry
Who'd be an undertaker eh?Me, i'm having myself enbalmed and placed by the side of route 66 wiith my hand pointing and a sign that reads "this way to LA, have a nice day.
I notice your outburst directed at some unknown person.
Regarding your poem, either your central character or more probably your self, shows considerable ignorance in regards to wine drinking, obviously you have no social class, any third rate bar man could advise you on the correct size and shape of glass for most types of wine.
Therefore, your analogy regarding the thimble falls flat, undoubtedly burdened by the sheer weight of the writer’s ignorance.
It must be difficult burdened with such incredible intelligence such as yours.
Just as it must be a burden for one to to be weighed with incredible stupidity such as yours. I say this as IQ to congratulate your incredible intelligence .So why do you act so stupid and write even worst(Without a question mark) because i almost certainly know the tedious answer.As for wine,i just drink it ,by the thimble full of course.
You can pretend all you like, and shout your abuse from the rooftops nothing changes.
Your are a fraud of the lowest order, your reactions prove all.
last line was brilliant, completely outshone the rest of the poem. outshone? is that a word? oh well, you get what i mean
How gratifying to know that someone can see straight through you - would you like to be in my Fraud Squad? It takes one to know one.
If we should look at facts as such
I think the Lark protests too much.
Got his flight feathers in a spin
and landed in lost Larry’s bin.
‘A bit bedraggled but squawking loudly as usual’
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very nice. the lines bring the melancholic scene to life.
The more I read the last two lines the more I dislike them.
In fact, I definitely do not like them at all now.
I think they should be amended to give a more coherent structure and meaning, this is my proposed change to those two lines
‘Later I remembered him in sunshine, trembling as he drank a glass of wine, thimbleful like, in a giant hand.’
Thimbleful being the noun relating to a quantity, and the noun thimble relating to the protection of a digit, an appendage normally the thumb.
Watch you do not fall of your perch in your sleep,
It’s a long way down, without flight feathers.
I guess larry didnt listen!
A real Auden feel to this yet with a more exclusive and less for the everyman vibe.
And, pussycat has a kip too. ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz
great compliment which of course i can't accept .Auden is a star in the poetic firmament and i am in the gutter looking up at him.
to be honest im enjoying arminius's and larrys flirty little converstion in this forum. Do they do private show? :)
He's larry's own personal 'Barmy Army'.
I've read this before. Did I not comment? How odd.
this is brilliant. reminds of the time a friend with cerebral palsy was buried: one arm was raised high in the coffin.
a deft touch with this work
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doesn't allow me to think enough
I think someone has been interupting my sleep.
It also reminds me of a friend of mine who died on "the job " as we say in England. .He was really trying to impress this particular lady and they finished up having to bury him 30 feet underground.
Larry cocksure Lark
eexxttrreemmeellyy gggoooaaaddd (good)......reminds me of something my head would throw together
this here is a fine pome
Good, very good. I like the idea a lot, and the way it translated into writing. I feel like the title would be more effective as Funeral of a Large Man, rather than "for", but even if you don't take that advice, "for" and "a" shouldn't be capitalized. Should line 11 be "a thimble" rather than just "thimble"? Line 7 is a good concept, and paints a good picture.
This poem was my tribute to one of my best friends who finished up housebound with severe weight problems and the poem is an accurate representation of his funeral
this is great.
very good piece,
I bow before your judgement.
All the better for being true. Nice work.
One of your best poems for me
Thanks for your kind words.
preyed or prayed?
Strong, excellent poem. I can almost feel the itch of damp woolen sweaters. Hear those nervous rustlings and disturbing coughs-- Did you intentionally type "prey" ( not pray)? Won-der-ful
My use of the word prey was deliberate to suggest relatives who during the service might be thinking how they might benefit materially from the large mans demise.It also of course suggests that they may also be mumbling a prayer while ruminating thus i also attempt to point up the hypocrisy that seems to permeate much of what passes for social life.Thanks for your interesting observations
Very good. Great humour and vivid imagery of the man at the end.
Glad you liked it.
yes. very nice piece
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Thanks for reading
hey Larry i was doing a history assignment on William the Conquerer and they reckon he ended up so grossly corpulent, yeh well anyway they couldn't get the lid on his coffin secured properly, there are some other details i can leave to the imagination
Very Interesting read. Cheers
The poem addresses many issues directly and with humour and for that Mr Lark is to be admired.
Apparantly Henry the Eighth exploded under the lid.
Larry internal spices Lark
i am a fan of word play, and yet pray to prey ... in this case i mighta gone for the obvious a. but who am i to say.
interesting topic for a piece of poetry. and personal, clearly.
i liked this piece. read it a few times. liked it more each time.
I like the internal rhyming... this one is fun to read aloud. And the last sentence is a great image.
nice poem, Larry. very nice work.
it has your charm. your signature. i knew it was you before i knew it was you.
it has your DNA.