The Worried Sage Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

The Worried Sage





To the gods, I beseech you all,
To the unknown sages, hear me!
To the gruesome dust and soil, hear me!
I am so worried, -a worried sage,
I am so disturbed, -in spirit and pages!
What songs will be... When I ghost,
Will it be Jim Reeves
Or Don Williams that my father loved
Or mere traditional songs,
By whomever pleases them, -the funeral planners.

Hey, oh you funeral planner,
What have death told you about me,
Why have you given ears to uncertainties!
What will be of you thereafter,
Or have I eventually wronged you?
Are you no sinner to die?
Have you no tears to cry?
Have you no love in the heart?
Can you give to the world!
The words I have given unto them?

I am so confused about memories,
Have I been making impacts,
Haven't sages attain greatest heights;
In the political, religious, and otherwise, to be recognized?
I discarded many yesterday,
I trashed many dead night,
Have welcomed many moonlight,
Have dined with several morning,
Yet, my words are like demon aged sword!
Bury me well and be carved, as a "funeral lord".

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To the wind, I raise my voice!
To the crying clouds, I call upon,
Hear me, hear me again and again!
Who is this death I hear?
Let it be my Father, I long to see him again
When mara water becomes more bitter than ever;
Then, am due and done to die!
Living further is about crisis,
Lay me comfortable withhaste;
Less, I miss my poetry dinner in the ghost land.

Remember, recite more of my poems than your songs,
Chastise no words but rain the truths about me,
Reckon the sages, authors, poets, writers and likes of them!
Than giving unmerited shellings to the Priests,
Worry not to mourn a sage;
The papers burnt and alive do cry a-river,
So worried have I been,
Over my ghost, over my departure,
To paradise! I humbly plead rapture;
Extended to all worried sages.





© Author KELLY JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
03/04/2018
02: 11AM