Longing for Eden




Let it be soon!—the day when evening falls
And never a new day dawns! How sweet to slide
Down the steep hill into the abyss that calls
Our friends and loved ones to the Other Side.


Never again to wake up in the morning
And face another day and wonder what
New terrors lurk ahead at every turning,
Nor be the pawn in Someone Else’s plot.


Ah, peace at last!—long everlasting peace,
Either in dark oblivion’s lovely arms,
Or in Elysium where the summer breeze
Will fan our faces and a dream sun warms.


There, in the Always Garden, we shall sit
And muse on Earth and all who suffer it.

9 thoughts to “Longing for Eden”

  1. I think this is a “surrealist” poem in the sense that the reader is here being challenged to see if he (or she) can relate each picture to the verse that accompanies the picture. Obviously the poem would evoke a completely different response if there were NO pictures. Or if a completely DIFFERENT set of pictures had been chosen.

    Why have these particular pictures been selected? Because, I think, they are all idyllic evocations of the Garden of Eden. And this is what the poem is ostensibly about: a longing for the lost paradise. These poems certainly offer a bath for the mind and an acid trip into Other Worlds totally divorced from everyday reality.

    Just my two cents . . .

    1. These particular pictures have been selected exactly because they are all idyllic evocations of the Garden of Eden and when everybody sees these particular pictures everybody starts longing for the lost paradise of the Garden of Eden and everybody gets so caught up day dreaming about the lost paradise they forget that Lasha is a one-act show and forget this poem is yet another *yawn* death poem by Lasha. Lasha only composes poems about the death, that’s the genre she LERVS , the death poetry genre.

      The idyllic evocations [ the surreal pictures ] is a smart idea — the coloUrful purdy pictures distract everyone away from Lasha’s morbid fascination with death so nobody comes to the conclusion that Lasha has some serious issues going on in her head to the point that she’s suicidal and wants to end it all and maybe she should go jump in a lake, *grin* — that would put an end to her mental problems and would put her in the Garden of Eden she yearns for, pines for, moans for!

      This just might be the Lasha death poem that inspires everybody to commit mass suicide a la Jonestown — Revolutionary Suicide! — the poem is that good! [ Lasha’s daydream : We all commit suicide ] And the coloUrful purdy pictures makes the poem even betta’ mo’ beautiful! Come On Everybody, Drink The Kool-Aid! Oh come one, you got nothing to lose— and EVERYTHING TO GAIN! Oh come on everybody, let’s make Lasha happy — for all she does for us — and drink the Kool Aid! Drink the Kool-Aid today and by tomorrow WE’LL ALL be in The Garden of Eden together — one big happy family! One big happy family gathered all together worshiping JEW qabalah night hag vampiress lilith in the Garden of Eden turning Paradise into sh*t again so WE can all start crying crocodile tears over a lost paradise WE never cared for to begin with.

      Golly gee, suicide sounds like a lot of Fun, 🙂 , it’s impossible not to want to kill yourself after looking at all of those coloUrful purdy pictures about what awaits us after WE kill ourselves! The surreal pictures were a smart idea, in fact, a Brilliant idea! LMFAO!!!!!!

      1. In keeping with the spirit, TROJ – you could, at least, demonstrate how it’s done! 😂😅

  2. No offence intended, but the last picture looks like one of those published by the Jehovah’s Witnesses.

    1. @ Mel

      No offence intended, but the last picture looks like one of those published by the Jehovah’s Witnesses.

      No offense was taken by LD. She regards your comment as constructive criticism. It so happens that this final picture appealed to her the least of all the pictures posted. It was too cloyingly sweet for her taste, like a picture postcard:


      She has deleted the above picture and puts this in its place, hoping it is preferable:


      Scroll above to see the new effect.

  3. This reminds me of the “voyage of life” series of 19th Century paintings by Thomas Cole, which now hang in the National Gallery of Art. I remember being mesmerized by them when I was a child about six years old, when I’d visit the Gallery on Sundays when my oldest sister, at Georgetown, was working as an assistant curator there. (The Gallery was closed on Sunday in those days, and I had the run of it! 😀)

  4. Today, Sunday December 1st, is the first Sunday of Advent season on the calendar of the traditional Catholic Church. It’s today when little bubalah bambino baby toby really starts to hound his mommy with his “Give Me Give Me Give Me I Want I Want I Want” Christmas lists so his mommy will know exactly what he wants for Christmas — so there’s no misunderstandings. uncle ain’t no tar baby, but if he doesn’t get what he wants he sure is one helluva cry baby, lol….

    Hurry Up, Mama, and start shopping for your whiddle bubalah bambino baby! Christmas is right around the corner! Get your ex-nun butt offa the pew and outta the church for a change and go out and start buying all those toys your Lord Fauntleroy demands for Christmas!


    May Saint Sister Mother pachaMAMA Superior Moaner shower her whiddle toby with a lot of gifts for Christmas as Santa also leaves a lot of gifts for toby under The Tree, WE pray this the first Sunday of Advent Season on the calendar of the traditional Catholic Church, that Lord Fauntleroy is not in any way disappointed in any of his gifts, God forbid, never that. Who wants to listen to him if he doesn’t get what he wants, WE pray he doesn’t have a post-Christmas temper tantrum, lol……

    Happy Advent Season everybody! 🙂

    1. Joe,

      If you need to post this kind of rubbish, do us all a favor and keep it brief, will ya? After all, brevity is the soul of wit. The only reason I let this drivel pass through the net is because it’s Christmas time soon and we need to be a bit more easygoing during the festive season.

  5. The lovely paintings by John Sloane of the America of several decades ago (maybe around 1900 to 1930s?) can be found in calendars. I wouldn’t be without one.

    The lives depicted in Sloane’s art are not garden of Eden but pretty damn close. These images are not corny or unrealistic. This is how (some) Americans were able to live, when we took beauty of rural life and nature all for granted. We can’t expect to see this anymore.


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