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The Phone Call !
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The Phone Call ! |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
The Phone Call You step across the threshold of your door on way to work, comes the ringing of the phone to make you late. Down the hall, its ring persists ‘gainst your Will braced to resist and you're unaware it’s come to change your Fate. It's an old and trusted buddy known to speak both mind and truth who you hadn't spoke or seen for quite some time who says "I do not want to borrow and there's nothing that I need but not to call you all this while is just a crime. You're the nicest being to draw a breath. 'Round you, I'm most inspired. You're an asset to the community. In your profession, a voice desired. I'm motivated, revved up, turned on in your presence, and I must say I could change the World and save Mankind being with you 10 minutes a day." He says goodbye and hangs up. You stand there serious stunned. Your grip of phone now frozen in the warmth of morning sun. And you feel your image of self explode with chaotic change and emit a Light that makes you understand its potent range. That if you were a baker making jellies and rolls, you'd be a better baker this day. And if you were a teacher making minds unfold, the Universe would be on display. And if you were a laborer with sweat on your brow, you'd work with pride as you should. And if you were a student embracing tomorrow, you'd reach for it feeling you could. But you learned nothing more of baking or teaching, laboring or books on a shelf only that each man's best performance is reflected by how he sees Self. And if you can change from a call without that makes you feel you can win, what power must lie in your own human heart to change your Image within. Namyh |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
What a phone call! For a while I was thinking some salesman was buttering you up. This poem was exceptionally well written and I applaud you for writing it. ~ Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills. ~ |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
The last two lines of this are pure truth!...where heaven lives if we let it. It's always a real friend who sees our potential and opportunities and helps us without pushing. A very insightful write, you left me thinking how often I answer the phone and wish I hadn't.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Well, Namyh, thank you for this phone call, it was well worth being late ... for it holds the kind of wisdom we all need to refresh sometimes. Very insightful and written with your usual excellence. Our higher Self whispers always I think, but sometimes we ignore it and then the message is sent in different ways, through the voice of a friend for example. Great! Love, Margherita |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Namyh, There is so much that I love about this poem. I love how you use rhyme. I really love your passion. I love the intensity in the middle. I am a fan - a serious fan - of your poetry. Good one and thank you for sharing with all of us. Alison |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
JerryP – Ahh Shucks Jerry! Now you’ve definitely buttered up my day with your applauds. So very happy this work put some butter that sells in your day. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
– Margherita – When our higher Self whispers, we’re sometimes so busy listening to everything else that we don’t hear. And when the voice of a friend says what we failed to hear, we can often be heard to say “Hey! That sounds familiar but I like it”. Thanks Margherita. Namyh P.S. – By the way, your phone is about to ring! LOL. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
KlassyL – We all have hidden potentials. And yes it often takes someone else saying, without pushing, how much we are appreciated even when we forget it ourselves. I wrote this as a recognition that we are more than the sum of our parts which should be remembered. Namyh |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Alison – No poet can ask for more from a fan, a serious fan, than for his poem to be loved, for the rhyme to be loved and for the intensity to be loved. Now I’m your fan. Namyh |
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