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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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NEED KNOWS NO TIME 8 April 2011 Weird how dropping everything for almost the entire day (in busy working hours, no less) scraping one’s meagre wisdom-box dry and one’s heart cracked, offering apparently effective and gratefully received support and possible solutions to a colleague’s numerous personal problems which were exploding all at once, takes the edge off her various spiteful and hidden agendas and jealousies and attempts at manipulation, all based on insecurities. Perhaps it is the very poor cousin of being forever responsible for looking after somebody whose life one has saved. That doesn't mean that I will no longer be on guard against the hidden agendas, nor any of the other onslaughts, though. Owl |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I know this poem! And know it well.  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I'm sorry to hear that, Karilea! Smiles. Owl |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I can relate to this and that last line is on target. Ida |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
In one way, I am sorry to hear that, Ida, but in another, perhaps it is good to be able to be pre-warned. Smiles. Thanks for reading. Owl |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
If more people cared and took the time to get out of themselves to aid another what a different world this would be. Great write Diana. We do what we can when we can and that makes God smile. Hugs, Marcia |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thanks, Marcia for your wise and kind words. Hugs Owl |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I always followed Fox's (X-Files) way of life: Trust no one. And it's hard because I really, really want to. But it's better than opening up completely only to be used and abused. Enjoyed your writing, made me think.  |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Owl-I read this when you first wrote it but didn't get a chance to comment then on what an insightful poem this is. I'm glad you put these feelings into words. I know that for a gentle soul such as yourself that spite and hidden agendas etc. are alien to your nature and therefore extremely hard to tolerate. Bless your heart! Lori |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Kaoru, yes I remember Fox, but wouldn’t have known who you were talking about if you hadn’t mentioned the X-files. I enjoyed that series. I wouldn’t particularly have remembered that he trusted no-one (perhaps because the last series we saw in South Africa was several years ago). The trick is, Kaoru, to develop one's ability to read people well and to know whom one can trust and whom not. I get it wrong often, though, but not always. I often tell myself to trust no-one, but my heart keeps forgetting it – and I must admit, I would rather be the one who trusts without cause, than the one who is trusted without cause. Thus, I have often been the subject of an onslaught, but haven’t regretted all of the times I have trusted someone whom I should not have trusted – and in the words of Frank Sinatra, I have always managed to pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again (this is another useful thing to teach oneself to be able to do). Smiles. Thank you for reading, Kaoru. I always read your poems and wish you posted more often. Thank you Lori. I must admit, I don’t like such onslaughts, and particularly feel hard done by and heavily resent injustice especially when it is involves behaviour to which I wouldn’t descend, myself – however, I am quite a tough old bird, and can be a lot nastier and a lot more sarcastic than you realise. Just as one example (and there are many), somewhere in the Archives is a poem called My Parting Gift – if you do a search for that and read it, it will shock you to the core (although every word of it was warranted in my humble opinion) – I love your impression of me, but I just don’t want it under false pretences. Thanks for your lovely comment, though. I hope you are still talking to me after you read that poem. Tentative smiles while ducking the rotten eggs and tomatoes! Tentatively LOL! Owl |
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