Now-you-see-'em, Now-you-don't (poem) by Joyce P. Hale on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 24, 2006

A unique approach to death! I 'm not so sure I'd want a "wild" party , a tame one would be just fine for me....Great write......M

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on June 22, 2006

. . . wow, what a way to go Sis. JP!
blessin's
cynth'ya

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 5, 2006

Let's go together. I love the way you express this, Joyce. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on May 5, 2006

When I finally am laid to rest, I don't want people crying and saying why. I want them to be happy for me, because I'm going to be with our Lord forever. I want them to be happy for me, because now I can finally be happy. I'd like to have someone there playing the bagpipes, but not a funeral dirge tho, but a very happy Irish dance tune. Our physical death is only another phase in our journey to the Lord. Thanx Joyce for sharing. Light yet serious.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on April 27, 2006

Y E S !! Don't suppose it will work out, but I'd love to have
a New Orleans funeral. "Oh when the saints go marching. . ."
Louder & roudier the better, right? L i f e is what matters.
Who we are n o w. "Oh when the saints. . ." Ain' no saint {that's for sure}, but I love the joyful sound. Girl, we are goin' out
s i n g i n'. Raising a Toast, 'Pea' <3

Reviewed by Robert Blackwell

Reviewed on April 24, 2006

That's how they'd do it in New Orleans, I've been told...a party and dancing to bid adieu to the dearly departed. Nicely done!

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 23, 2006

Wonderful write Joyce! If we live a good life, we are promised a good future.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by H. Lena Jones

Reviewed on April 21, 2006

Good one, Joyce. After all, what can be better than going home to Heaven to be with the Lord...to live forever in a Kingdom where there are no more tears, hatred, pain and suffering? 'Tis a time for rejoicing, all right.

Lena

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on April 15, 2006

Joyce
I agree with your premise, give me a good old fashioned Irish Wake everytime...hallelujah !
Death is a time of rejoicing....the transition from flesh and pain to spirit and bliss ...:)
Peter

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on April 14, 2006

Yes I agree and it's exactly the way
I want. Joyce, I always enjoy your
work. Excellent!

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on April 14, 2006

Now that is the only way, Joyce, like my families old Irish wakes...
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 13, 2006

Way to go girl!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 13, 2006

Send Me Off in Style - Now that's the way to go!

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on April 12, 2006

This composition is an epicurean grand and a poetic banquet to please all refined guests of Phoebus' palace in a feast in homage to Erato...

I enjoyed reading "Now-you-see-'em, Now-you-don't".

I salute You, Sublime Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 12, 2006

Joyce,

Excellent!!!!!! Enjoyed this one.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 12, 2006

Sounds like a ticket to ride!;-) Excellent poem Joyce!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on April 12, 2006

Sound like Janis Joplin, Joyce, and in fact, that is what she did. She left money where her friends could throw here a sixties' style orgy of fleshy desires.