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Richy
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0 posted 2014-02-16 03:13 PM


The baby stands
and he tussles,
with gravity

And every inch afterward
we pierce
through that force

We don’t have a choice we are
pressured
to do so

I guess that’s another reason
they call gravity a force

I’m not trying to lighten the gravity
of the situation

But it is hard to be free when you live
in a pressure cooker

We’re just a collection of proteins and
vegetables

The onions are crying

And the rest are just stewing about
in their juices

If only gravity was lighter I could lose
a few pounds

And put the spare tire back
in the trunk

But then gravity is, weight

As in the preciousness of
mettle

How gold
is your contribution

How much
does your worth, weigh

Gravity is a wall that is holding us
back

Until we are ready

Sure we can fly
if we put a saddle around an engine

It’s just finding more hay to fuel all those horses
that’s tricky

That’s, the story
of our life

Always bewildered, in search
of the fodder

Sometimes our faith makes us
gradually gravitate

Across all the darkness to those with more
mass

Otherwise, we drift

Inside of
avoid


Gravity teaches patience

It holds us under, a blanket
of wait

Toward the end, our own gravity of
moment and life

Pushes us
down

Beneath the grounds,
of reason

Into our, very own
grave

A grounds, for dismissal
as it may

A yard full of bones with those sticks and those
tomb
stones

Down below,
where only darkness
shrines

Rows of markers and final
words

The poetry of man, written
in lines


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OwlSA
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1 posted 2014-02-16 05:37 PM


Much enjoyed, Rich, amongst many laughs.  If we are all vegetables, may I please be a turnip?

Owl

Richy
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2 posted 2014-02-16 05:45 PM



i had you more as an eggplant Diana but either way.. haha

thanks for the kind review


Lori Grosser Rhoden
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3 posted 2014-02-16 08:49 PM


That one I just had to read to my daughter-it was a classic Richy-She loved it too!
Thanks for the moment.


Lori

Richy
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4 posted 2014-02-16 09:20 PM



awwww how special.. i bet she's going to be a wonderful poet like her talented mommy..

thank you Lori, and daughter


Bluesy Socrateaser
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5 posted 2014-02-17 02:48 AM


Great wordsmithing Richy!

...just bein' Bluesy

latearrival
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6 posted 2014-02-17 11:40 AM


I love your play on words but,
Oh Richy, I could not bear to think I would be down under deep within the ground,

with only rows  of name markers.  It is too dark  and  sounds so finite.

I would dread to be  seen only within a granite  placemark  that bore my name.

I am free outside  

I would choke and not be able to breath or see the world around me.

I need to gulp and take in the air and sounds of birds chirping and  sense  the smell of roses.

I live in the outside world.

Please keep me here.

cremate me and send

me up in holiday pyrotechnics

Where I would turn and twirl and light up the sky  in my last dance of freedom .

If I then  come down to earth and fertilize the ground

or land in water and feed the fish, I would have done my last  good deed.
  
Thanks for the encouragement to help me to see where I need to be. Jo



Bluesy Socrateaser
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7 posted 2014-02-17 12:59 PM


Beautiful thoughts became extraordinary poetry Miss Jo.

quote:
I could not bear to think I would be down under deep within the ground,

with only rows  of name markers.  It is too dark  and  sounds so finite.

I would dread to be  seen only within a granite  placemark  that bore my name.

I am free outside  

I would choke and not be able to breath or see the world around me.

I need to gulp and take in the air and sounds of birds chirping and  sense  the smell of roses.

I live in the outside world.

Please keep me here.

cremate me and send

me up in holiday pyrotechnics

Where I would turn and twirl and light up the sky  in my last dance of freedom .

If I then  come down to earth and fertilize the ground

or land in water and feed the fish, I would have done my last  good deed.
  

...just bein' Bluesy

OwlSA
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8 posted 2014-02-17 02:40 PM


Giggles, Rich!  I would be OK with being an egg-plant (brinjal, right?), but I really would prefer to be a turnip!

Owl

OwlSA
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9 posted 2014-02-17 02:41 PM


Martyjo!  Your response is a poem in itself!  Just beautiful!

Owl

Richy
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10 posted 2014-02-17 08:22 PM



thank you Socrateaser for all the wonderful support i really appreciate it


Richy
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11 posted 2014-02-17 08:25 PM



Awwww Jo what a beautiful reply..

yes being cremated sounds so much more poetic.. but im just afraid of burns..

either way, ashes to ashes and dust to dust we all end up being part of the cycle of life either way..

loved your poem, thanks so much for sharing that here it was very endearing..


Richy
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12 posted 2014-02-17 08:35 PM



Diana, did I ever tell you that my brother’s daughter was anise

I think I would be a mushroom because I’m a fungi haha

Now I’m thinking you should be a pinto bean.. because of your love for horses..


JerryPat2
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13 posted 2014-02-23 03:44 PM


Ahhh . . . Mankind likes to take the world on by sheer force as though we are capable of doing very much about how things god. We think we do, but no, we do not. The earth will be here long after we are gone. We can't destroy it, although we heartily do try.

~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~

Richy
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14 posted 2014-02-23 04:05 PM


the sad thing is i dont think we can keep from destroying, ourselves..

maybe intelligent life forms are more a cancer than a hope

it makes one wonder if we ever deserved to exist in the first place

im all for mother earth..

it all was going to end tomorrow, id be sad for humanity, but happy, for her


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