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Double Standard---something different from me
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Double Standard---something different from me |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Double Standard Virginia Salter a little girl of seven or maybe she was eight they took her into the trees and emblazoned well the date the boys were eight or nine and curious as toads they fought to cross the line that day beside the country roads then she went home as did her brother, too he told their mom all about what she’d let those little boys do “But, Mama,” she cried between the lashings of the whip “he did it, too!” “I wouldn’t doubt it,“ was her quip. it seemed that she, like Eve, was the one to have sinned not the boy, who’d done the same for that was the trait of men the years moved on and other times there were boys that tried the same but she kept her legs quite tightly tied for no one else to claim as she grew into a woman she remained fully chaste intent she’d not give herself to one who’d be a waste pure and clean she counted herself when she had met her ‘king’ she trothed her love, her lasting love to the man who gave the ring for all of life she vowed to give her emblem of undying love he said “I do,” yes, he promised, too, to man and God above many years their love did grow or did it really wane the passages his soul did take saw it’d never be the same now she lives alone in her heart and in her house she thought she’d married a wonderful man but he must have been a mouse © August 18. 2000 |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well now that's so sad but so in touch with reality...these things unfortunately happen and they hurt all people and all respond to it in different ways....however, I notice that there are so many who have taken back control of their lives and decided as mature adults that they would learn from their experiences and make sure that the ones they love don't have to go through the same things. To me, this is not the way it should start out but it ends up being growth toward cultivating a deeper appreciation for stronger morals....other than that every relationship ends up being a gamble of sorts. It's just life that we hear about all of the break ups and never about the relationships that last for years...kind of like plane crashes, a real big deal! never do we talk about all the successful flights or the near misses......this is a very thought provoking poem you have written that's why I am going on so....good work! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
do you suppose then that pain touches so many more nerve endings than joy? thank you for your lengthy comment...I feel blessed you read this lengthy piece |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Does for sure but it's not the way it's supposed to be.....who wants to spend a life full of pain...that's why the positive nature of the human being takes over and develops goals that pursue happiness....and that's what it's all about, having something to look forward to...goals toward happiness....thanks for the poem I enjoyed the content so much! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
VAS, I think I , and I can't think or speek for others, feel and remember pain the longest. I have no idea why this should be because I look for love and its wonderful feelings more often. I know of what you remember at the begining of the poem. Those feelings never go away ME |
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