| Author | Message | ||
| Rhonda Maltbie
Member Username: rondalyn Post Number: 98 Registered: 04-2005 |
Bury Me On The Back Of A Harley When I die I want no eulogies, no sermon by a well meaning minister. No ‘Amazing Grace’ or classical rendition of Moonlight Sonata. Let it be “Fat-Bottomed Girls” by Queen. Leave the flowers in the garden. Please give me no tired poetry by some anonymous someone about footsteps in the sand. Mine are washed away by an incessant tide. If you must recite a poem then let it be profane, something by Bukowski. Speak in anecdotes: when my pants fell down in Safeway, when I stuck my tongue to a metal ice tray, when I dropped that quarter down the ass-crack of that man at the laundry. I want to be buried in my night gown. When you speak of the men I loved, don’t forget the head games. Make it saucy, embellished with freakish fantasy. Don’t make me haunt you like a bad movie. open bar- remember me with a party Rhonda Maltbie (Message edited by Rondalyn on February 14, 2006) | ||
| Dale McLain
Advanced Member Username: sparklingseas Post Number: 1839 Registered: 11-2004 |
Rhonda~ Put me on the guest list! What an utter delight! I think I'll print this and staple it to that damn living will in the safety deposit box. Fantastic! take care~dale | ||
| Barbara St. Aubrey
Member Username: elyse Post Number: 85 Registered: 01-2006 |
ah - I love it - the message is great - so many I know prefer the wake you describe but oh and oh tradition takes over and trying to break those who deal in death of their traditions takes so much more than the average grieving relative - Having been to many a wake before everyone was interned in a funeral home - ahum - home - never quite got that since they are so sterile - at any rate the bar was always open - it was a family reunion with photos being shared and kids playing hide-go-seek under the casket - fun and all we needed was a few balloons - ah so - went the way of the mom and pop store - like these lines - the rhythm is all there. don’t forget the head games. Make it saucy, embellished with freakish fantasy. Don’t make me haunt you like a bad movie. I roared laughing with this one but it fit so well - what else could even work... Let it be “Fat-Bottomed Girls” by Queen. great! | ||
| Lazarus
Advanced Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 1160 Registered: 10-2005 |
Rhonda- You are so freakishly REAL! I love it. And the earth, bristling and raw, tiny and lost resumes its search; rushing through the vast astonishment- Ted Hughes, from His Legs Ran About. | ||
| steve williams
Board Administrator Username: twobyfour Post Number: 318 Registered: 05-2005 |
hey rhonda good to see this here, i just asked you to stick this one over here from the workshop exercise. nice to see you've beat me to it  s | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 6705 Registered: 07-2001 |
For whoever is listening this is a Rhonbun - a poem with a haiku at the end. Rhonda is the master, so much so others afraid to try it. Smiles. Gary A River Transformed The Dawg House December Fireweed | ||
| J. Bescup
Advanced Member Username: jbescup Post Number: 84 Registered: 09-2003 |
hell yeah! Yaeh! That's my kinda funeral! I'll bring the jack daniels and the cheapest crappiest beer I can find-- the kind that steel workers drink I'll bring them too make sure they don't shower first hahaha rocking it to the last drop! Sweet | ||
| Emusing
Moderator Username: emusing Post Number: 2816 Registered: 08-2003 |
Perfect for me from start to finish. Bravo. E | ||
| LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc Post Number: 3995 Registered: 07-2002 |
Rhonda, Fabulous! Don't change a word of it. Well done! best, ljc Once in a Blue Muse Blog | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 6625 Registered: 11-1998 |
Dear Rhonda -- my sentiments exactly. You don't mind if I borrow this for my own funeral, do you? It's just about perfect. Don't change a thing! | ||
| michael julius sottak
Advanced Member Username: julius Post Number: 2167 Registered: 12-2003 |
ahahahah! you rock rhonda... and you have me laughing so hard........ i told my sister last night after we left a friend's funeral............ just fuckin roast me like a goddamn turkey & skatter my ashes off elephant rock (with Jill's underwear stuffed in the damn styrofoam cup).... i'll never forget either smell! | ||
| Kathy Paupore
Senior Member Username: kathy Post Number: 2996 Registered: 12-2003 |
Rhonda, enjoyed the read and your style! K | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1551 Registered: 11-2003 |
rhonda, this is funny but sad and serious and just a great poem thanks laurie |
