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Just a bunch of feelings, not really a poem
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Just a bunch of feelings, not really a poem |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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W I F E becomes a four letter word So, you covet sole possession of heart & mind? in short, you’ve created you’re own bloody Monday! hounds glisten red, over a warm carcass never fearing change…working as a team we should be communication and strolling into something new letting go of conditioning or need to control mythical possession & fairy tale dreams can’t save the world, or offer a good cappuccino after lunch if you’re covered in dirt raging war how can i show you lights collect? if you don’t see your own & develop them tell me how you feel listen to how i focus Lets both let go of the baggage real-time and normal speed is not obsession to control, which leads to an empty nest subconsciously calling me a failure in four letter words… i own some very intimate secrets both good & bad, my choice to share can you allow? archive for your own personal journey & coping with the real world search out your potentials… my coat realizes the lifestyle it needs don’t use your problems, fixations, to smother me entitlement you say? don’t expect to duplicate your grades relationships, marriage cannot fulfill your needs or inflate an ego or compromise dreams people are people, don’t label my script a personal attack, it’s the way I believe loving to joke around, make light of situations call it a dry sense of humor, don’t take offense? what doesn’t serve you best, CORRECT i’ve got to challenge my internal dialogue live the truth, NOT self delude there’s no room in my life, for making you complete your standards for “our” success stands way to high no one can fulfill that position, look, it’s waving at me, when i fall on the floor, why? i want to take risks, move toward a strong nucleus that gives, as well as receives I want to take care of your needs, not cuz It’s my job? i can’t feel like you, or achieve emotional closure fulfilling your own self centered matters? i cannot alter your ideas of some hierarchical fashion you’ve conjured up about me… i’m human, with alternative beliefs… that wish to harmonize with yours… i’ve felt my visions, looked them straight in the face have you, yours? know my potential, and the goals of my journey don’t place words in my mouth or drain me empty i’m not your inflated idea of what life should be… just because our intimacy is presently good~ live a truth find the passion within you I’m not your family resolution don’t stagnate me with jealousy or fears that i might accomplish something love is beyond what you might think and believe it’s simply not a whime of “I’m tired of being alone” it is not sabotaging or expecting or saving you from the deepest pits of your own self persecution it doesn’t own, it lets go… true love is a solid friendship that encourages the other to go forward love is good health in oneself can independence merge with love? Because I said something that may have hurt you You pouted like a child, acted out…jumping up and down....then, got even?~ You’ve made it become a conscious effort I cannot take responsibility for your choices Or suffer your anger, your lack of confidence I’m not a knight in shining armour or Your princess… allow me my identity, call me by my name I'm not some pet you conjured up...or an animal you can name? My imperfections…don’t look for an excuse To wander…no one makes you do things If it’s not within you to do... I’m not your mother... I don’t want to be your family’s crisis or be told by they're silence, I don't belong I married you!!!! You cannot give what you’ve never known We’re parrots of our parents Who sometime never fully grow... and when our relationships fail, instead of pointing fingers and blamining, it's best to take time off to really honestly self examine.... Keep kind to mind, the father or mother of your child, respect is learned.... Started as a poem, but then became Observation, experiences, over the past 15 years My own, and others…especially observing happily Married couples that really function as a success…together, allowing each other to prosper, their own individuality....the right to fail...not to sit in judgement with unkind words, but to be there for a hug, and a vote of confidence....the I told you so's are so demeaning.. Successful marriage, are not ones of expectation to bail each other out from under baggage, but those that take no baggage in, nor expect the other to be what they've conjured up in their mind as their soul mate...or savior...God, where does that concept come from...? Respect, trust and love is earned...over years of growth together... [This message has been edited by LeeJ (10-11-2005 10:53 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
what can I say...too many words I wish I had written~~~ enjoy how you open up~~  M |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Lee, you have made some very excellent observations here! Well said...I enjoy reading you so much. Hugs~Nancy ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ Poetry IS feeling....and you write them so well. Brava!! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Successful marriage, are not ones of expectation to bail each other out from under baggage, but those that take no baggage in, nor expect the other to be what they've conjured up in their mind as their soul mate...or savior...God, where does that concept come from...? Respect, trust and love is earned...over years of growth together... That about sums it up, good morning sweet. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ 'don’t stagnate me with jealousy or fears that i might accomplish something' ... one of my previous life persons knows this thought all too well~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
LeeJ As your e-mail is not available, I am stating here my thoughts, that I would otherwise send you the cyber way... There is certainly a poem within... I have taken the liberty of arranging your words into a somewhat poetic form: hope you don't mind, I was moved to do this by the movement your words caused within me. * You’ve created you’re own bloody Monday! (by not) letting go of conditioning or need to control (so) Lets both let go of the baggage (stop) subconsciously calling me a failure in four letter words… my coat realizes the lifestyle it needs. * What doesn’t serve you best, CORRECT; there’s no room in my life, for making you complete (I do so) .. want to take care of your needs, (but) not cuz It’s my job i’m human, with alternative beliefs and (though)(it is my) wish to harmonize, I’m not your family resolution * Love is beyond what you might think and believe it’s simply not a whime of “I’m tired of being alone” it doesn’t own, it lets go… allow me my identity, call me by my name I’m not your mother... We’re parrots of our parents Who sometime never fully grow... to really honestly self examine.... * ------------------------------------ When pondering baggage, I think of Wordsworth: "The Child is Father of the Man" To which Hopkins answers: "‘THE CHILD is father to the man.’ How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that who can:" I surely can "suck sense" from it.... Even though Wordsworth was not speaking of parental baggage, in the modern sense, in his poem,...Hopkins was connotating Wordsworths statement as a blast against his own organized religion (Christianity) You have also sucked some sense from those words by stating: "We’re parrots of our parents Who sometime never fully grow to really honestly self examine...." The child came first,(physically) and in a metaphorical sense is older, thus being the parent (father) he is the one who passes on the baggage from childhood... Wordworth did not want to put the baggage down, he enjoyed the weight, it was a much different burden that he employed, and yet I see parallel... The weight of parental baggage is carried by the child within,( being the father of the grownup that carries it, seems to make sense in that tableau) it is this conditioning and personal history that drags us down, and in my mind is the most difficult barrier in the road of self examination... Others have stated this in other terms.. Don Juan (not the lover, but Castaneda's) "To be a warier, one must first forget their name" (something of that effect) The father (parent) (the hander off of the baggage) metaphored here in the word "name" Hope this makes sense....I sometime run off at the mouth, but I feel these statement are not going off subject, in my mind, all they are relative, these I feel are not tangents nor spin. I wish I could make my feelings more clear, perhaps there is some baggage yet for me to unload, and that is impeding my ability to make clear my visions? Anyway, I did enjoy your "Bunch of feelings" Thank you for stating them... --------------ice/ford ><> |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Good morning, Lovely Lee! Your poem gives many points to ponder. A successful marriage is based on mutual respect. "I cannot take responsibility for your choices Or suffer your anger, your lack of confidence" ~ Without respect, marriage can be a very thorny road to walk. Another fine write. I hope this is not from personal experience, my friend. This aches and is filled with angst and frustration. You have a fine spirit which is full of spunk! You are woman! Hugs with love Linda |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Successful marriage, are not ones of expectation to bail each other out from under baggage, but those that take no baggage in, nor expect the other to be what they've conjured up in their mind as their soul mate...or savior...God, where does that concept come from...? Respect, trust and love is earned...over years of growth together... I agree with seymour about the above , yes that sums it up , 36 years marriage for me , we both must be doing it right Hugs Hope |
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