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Life's Like This
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Life's Like This |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration 
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more rambling, that's all... Life’s Like This ©2002 C.G. Ward fads and friezes plastered on a wall take the place of sincerity. yet if one could expand beyond the frame of this vintage van gogh print, perhaps he could catch a gust that would slide him into a place of safety, a bastion of comfortable. or perhaps I’m just being naïve, dreaming of a past that doesn’t intrude on the future like a prelude to sorrow. it’s a challenge, you know, to face the day when all you have is a pair of broken shades to obscure the sting of another loss. and to think, I used to be superman - cape blown back like a pennant of strength, a demi-god of growth… wait, no. just a man. a man who found there is no shortage of kryptonite in a world filled with the potential of friendship. see, life’s like this – you run and run and run and run… then stop. wait. look for the choices you thought you couldn’t face, because time beats down the truth with a shrieking voice, belting out the inanity of trying to hold on to something you never had in the first place. well, when I look at it like that, I think I could bear to slow, to taste this moment, and hope somehow, that there’s another. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
*Brilliant* thank you for this! I enjoyed your candid view! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
and to think, I used to be superman - cape blown back like a pennant of strength, a demi-god of growth… wait, no. just a man It's inevitable. but sometimes a man is all that is needed...(and why does everything I type have that naughty innuendo...I was trying to be SERIOUS!!!) and yes, this is James Dean in poetry. For all the reasons that I said--the pain, the questioning, and re evaluation...think of rebel without a cause...what's the role that is left? There's so much here...it's all beautiful, too. I may be back.  But it was that verse that got to me this night.and? pssst...loving this stuff.  |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
"it’s a challenge, you know, to face the day when all you have is a pair of broken shades to obscure the sting of another loss." Loved the image you created with these lines Christopher and also the ones Karen singled out as well. This poem was a fascinating study of mixed emotions and I got from it that the realization of the pointlessness of holding onto something you never had almost leaves one powerless to only hang onto hope of one moment more of something good out it all. Ohhhh I liked this one! We should spend less time worrying about when our life is going to end and more on when it's going to start! |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Christopher, you seem to have a pretty good handle on life and what it's about. This one I am keeping. It makes me think. Not many poems can do that. Thank you for this. Michael |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
BRAVO!!!! Christopher Brilliant words, most enjoyable read ~HUGS~ Tracie Love is the life of the soul... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
perhaps he could catch a gust that would slide him into a place of safety, a bastion of comfortable. or perhaps I'm just being naïve, dreaming of a past that doesn't intrude on the future like a prelude to sorrow. it's a challenge, you know, to face the day when all you have is a pair of broken shades to obscure the sting of another loss. ========================= see, life's like this you run and run and run and run then stop. wait. look for the choices you thought you couldn't face, because time beats down the truth with a shrieking voice, belting out the inanity of trying to hold on to something you never had in the first place. well, when I look at it like that, I think I could bear to slow, to taste this moment, and hope somehow, that there's another. ================================== ...... so .....this is when I'm supposed to say something witty and poetic, something clever that lets the poet know how this effects and impresses...... I seem to be at a loss ...... will ya just know if all I can say is damn? or perhaps I'm just being naïve, dreaming of a past that doesn't intrude on the future like a prelude to sorrow. ... damn. (sincerely) (and thank you.) mothyme When your own emptiness is all thats getting through There comes a point when youre not sure why youre still talking... I passed that point long ago [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (05-11-2002 06:53 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I cannot top the accolades given, so I shall just join them, with some gentle clapping...and a little  since we don't have a smiley that curtsies... |
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NapalmsConstantlyConfused
since 2001-05-15
Posts 529 |
i dunno, that whole "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!" thing kinda summed it up, actually. -Dave |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Christopher~ ''yet if one could expand beyond the frame of this vintage van gogh print, perhaps he could catch a gust that would slide him into a place of safety, a bastion of comfortable. or perhaps I’m just being naïve, dreaming of a past that doesn’t intrude on the future'' interesting, setting bringing the words to surface it plots the feeling very well... time has a way of doing just that, beating down the truth...but, if it is, something you never had in the first place, why not let it go? if it is never "ours" to begin with then how can we know what we are missing? look who's talking right??? LOL I am the fastest runner on the planet...and always looking for that "next moment" Lauren~ I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Throw this one in the air..it better land on the bed!!! (private joke) I love it, love it love it. Submit sir!! This one begs to be read by the world.  |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
As always, your work inspires. bravo... ~Tier |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Chris Great job with this one! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
see, life’s like this – you run and run and run and run… then stop. wait. look for the choices you thought you couldn’t face, because time beats down the truth with a shrieking voice, belting out the inanity of trying to hold on to something you never had in the first place. When my brevity gets a bit longer than it should...this is where I'm trying to go with it. I'm beginning to read your poetry as I would a lesson in how I'd like to write. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I must say that this ponderable piece, is heading straight for my library. I really like like this one Christopher Maree |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
How does a print become a vintage? Doesn't vintage indicate authenticity - unless of course you mean to tell me you have a Van Gogh original on that there wall hon...? heh 'a bastion of comfortable.' Very, very goooooooood... 'fads and friezes plastered on a wall take the place of sincerity. yet if one could expand beyond the frame of this vintage van gogh print, perhaps he could catch a gust that would slide him into a place of safety, a bastion of comfortable.' This whole stanza actually...wonderful...I like the image of riding the wind...becoming ephereal in a way. Outside the body...well, that is what it made me think of anyway.. 'it’s a challenge, you know, to face the day when all you have is a pair of broken shades to obscure the sting of another loss.' Great image hon.. 'and to think, I used to be superman - cape blown back like a pennant of strength' Curious - any particular influences here? Songs? Writings? tv shows? heh...no, seriously..are there? 'a man who found there is no shortage of kryptonite in a world filled with the potential of friendship' This, I think, takes the metaphor too far...I suggest losing it... 'see, life’s like this – you run and run and run and run… then stop. wait. look for the choices' This caught me, for many reasons. Many.. Mr Dense Writer does it again. 'well, when I look at it like that, I think I could bear to slow, to taste this moment, and hope somehow, that there’s another. Sigh. I do so like that C. One thing I've noticed during my C's Poetry Night is that you're dropping capital letters. Interestingly, I had a conversation with Jamie about that...I tried it in Horizons. No caps...no full stops at the ends of stanzas... I kept the latter, but put the caps back in for aesthetics I think...but having studied the technique tonight through your writings I find that I quite like it. Maybe it's your style...hmm..have to experiment. And so ends my deeper exploration into your recent works...come on...give me some more eh?? huggles you...it's been fun..  K |
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