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P1000151The funeral poem website was first established in the hope that one of Michael Ashby's modern funeral poems would resonate with, and help, someone, somewhere, at the saddest of times.

This website has grown to include famous funeral poems, and has now touched hundreds of thousands of lives in 172 countries around the globe.

Michael is fortunate to live in South West England on the spectacular Devon coastline. Some nights he is awoken by the sounds of an argument between the sea and the local pebble beach coming in through his bedroom window. He's not sure who starts it, but they always settle in the end.

He spends part of each day gazing out to sea, waiting for his next poem to appear on the horizon.

Other poems by Michael Ashby can be found at michaelashbypoems.com (including his Diamond Jubilee Poems and Cancer Poems ).

His flagship poem "Salcombe's Estuary Orchestra" is permanently moored by heartstrings twixt Salcombe and East Portlemouth's golden 'low tide' beaches.

SALCOMBE'S ESTUARY ORCHESTRA

Seabirds dance to Neptune's beat and
Like moths around a flame
Welcome home the fishing fleet
Back safe from the catching game

In and out, to and fro
Rise and fall, high and low
Flood tide, ebb tide, spring tide and neap tide
Riverside, seaside, creek side and boat side
All dance to the waters' refrain
As cormorants line up to conduct
And the estuary orchestra plays again

Ferries crossing, visitors jostling
Lights blinking, prawns winking
Sails bracing, dinghies racing
Bobcats leaping, seadogs sleeping
Boatmen waving, lifeboat saving

Finally, the conductors dry
Immodestly on a prow
And as the sun turns off the rain
The estuary orchestra takes a bow
Before playing a tidal encore
Over and over and over again

Michael Ashby

Secured alongside by an invisible, unbreakable bond is...

CHECKMATE

Supping my cool aqua mineral, stirred

I repose against the bar and await

An Asian creature, singularly furred

Just ten minutes late for our first blind date

 

Pheremones give my position away

To the new Queen moving onto the board

As the game of love engenders foreplay

Before I, the King, must fall on my sword

 

Obsidian eyes dance in virgin snow

Slowly melting my inscrutable heart

An earthquake tremor marks a first hello

While a formal bow masks a shaky start

 

I recommend a Chinese takeaway

And she concurs with my favourite dish

Fresh bamboo shoots arrive with little delay

Topped off with honey and fresh local fish

 

A small giant panda is due within

Wolong, whose outlook is colourful now

That I have wooed, and won, my Queen Yin Yin

And she's checked, and mated, her King Yang Tao

 

Michael Ashby

Floating past daily on the tide of life is a gnarled Viking longboat - sinking lower in the water each year - with these words etched forever below the worn figurehead...

OLD AGE ISN'T FOR WIMPS

It's a lonely fight

In the middle of the night

With the temperature falling

And old pains calling

Pains in the body

Pains in the soul

Old age sometimes

Can be a living hell

 

Michael Ashby