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Balancing Everything Out
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Balancing Everything Out |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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Like transparency of the echo Common sense is plummeted Into silence . . . You must reject contrition; Regrets are a waste of time, They lead you to the flame Of sorrow. How can you Taste sorrow on your tongue, Like ashes of foul deeds Dropping like pebbles when You're not the same person You used to be back then. You must stop this Smiting of your soul for things in the past gone bad. Your very acts of sorrow Confirms you are not the Same as you were in those Black days. Why then do you Allow the evil creature to Visit you in your dark and Hidden places? You are automatically Reprieved by the very act Of growing into who you Are. You have left the other You in its rightful foul place. Why then, is this constant, Drip by cutting drip allowed To give you inner turmoil? Ah, there is an unbroken sigh Of harmony within you which Allows you to separate who you Are now from who you were then. ©December 31, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
More than interesting that I should find this smack-dab in the middle of your poetry JerryPat: quote:It truly gets to the 'heart' of it all. Truth from top to bottom Southern Lou! Great insights and wise thoughts for all to ponder. 88's pal She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You are absolutely correct, Ticklefingers about those three lines being the crux of the poem. I appreciate you observable comments, man . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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