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Simple View of Life |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Simple View of Life Emphasis placed on minimalism, To be rulers of all we influence, Like trying to hold back high tide, Yet still we are compelled to try. All these ironies will play out, If somewhat predictably, Choices thrown in our wake, Either never enough, or too many. A child playing a board game, May grasp rules in black and white, Or envision layers we cannot see, In his evolving mind’s complexity. The child discerns only simplicity, We call on those all but lost memories, Summers meant no responsibilities, A Nap was boredom, not a luxury. Now we measure life in milestones, Mortgages and collectibles, A sense that the original recipe Got lost somewhere along the way. © 2000 Corinne Bailey |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The child discerns only simplicity, We call on those all but lost memories, Summers meant no responsibilities, A Nap was boredom, not a luxury. Now we measure life in milestones, Mortgages and collectibles, A sense that the original recipe Got lost somewhere along the way. ------------- so true so true words of wisdom C, "out of the mouths of babes" "thru the eyes of a child" there is a need in us all to hold on to that innocence that "life" and "living" seems to take away in time this VERY COOL poem of yours reminds me of an old favorite song>>>>> ~Before The Deluge~ Some of them were dreamers, some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge Some of them new pleasure, some of them knew pain And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered And on the brave and crazy wings of youth They went flying around in the rain And their feathers once so fine grew torn and tattered And in the end, they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge And in the moment they were swept before the deluge. Jackson Browne Late for the Sky * dont ya just love cut and paste *smile* thanks for reminding me of this song Im gonna go listen to it  later wise poet gator jm |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
All these ironies will play out, If somewhat predictably, Choices thrown in our wake, Either never enough, or too many. A child playing a board game, May grasp rules in black and white, Or envision layers we cannot see, In his evolving mind’s complexity. Now we measure life in milestones, Mortgages and collectibles, A sense that the original recipe Got lost somewhere along the way. I envy the innocence and wisdom of children, I think we should nurture our inner child instead of suppressing it. an excellent poem and a reminder of how serious us adults have become and how to concerned with living to enjoy it. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. manic street preachers "Culture Alienation Borebom and Despair" "I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing" -faster MSP "And you see, I kind of shiver to conformity Did you see, the way I cower to authority, you see And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see" six by Paul Draper. ----- |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Janet Marie, I must track down that song, what cd is it on (almost typed Album, now that would have dated me, yes???) thanks for your sweet comments. Thank you, Brian, having kids is a constant reminder of the contrast. Corinne |
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RAM Member
since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
this is simply a wonderful reminder, Corinne. Thank you. Rick p.s. ummmm scroll up and see that Janet includes the name of the al----er---CD. LOL Late for the Sky. So, that slip of referencing album would have dated you, for sure. But, just imagine how much it would date ME if I revealed that I remember WHY they were referred to as albums. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
LOL at C, and Ram... oh what the heck... we dinosaurs gotta stick together LOL hey..I have owned this one by Jackson on 8 track, vinyl, cassette and cd..LOL and had a few singles off of it on 45's.. LOL remember the little plastic yellow 45 adapters LOL oh man we're old LOL NOT!! anyway, Ram is right.. Its From "Late for the Sky" and it is Jacksons best piece of work in my opinion... if your a fan at all you will love it. The lyrics are amazing. heres the site where you can see all his lyrics, lots of good poetic inspiration. Can ya tell I'm a JB addict LOL http://www.empirezine.com/spotlight/jackson/jackson1.htm later OLD-poet-gators jm |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thanks RAM and Janet, not only am I old , but I guess I'm blind too! Yeah, I recall those adapters, Janet Marie! But, I don't remember why they called them albums, RAM! (oh, maybe my memory is goin' too!) Corinne |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Truth dances lightly in your verse, Corrine -- even unfortunate truth. This poem ended in a nearly-audible sigh -- or maybe that was just me. Well spoken. --Kess YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Because we didn't care, life just seem to take forever to happen. Now we blink and ten years are gone........ I'm going to keep my eye's open with tooth picks, see if that helps....  Parker |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
It is a dilemma, Corrine. We have the simplicity and innocence of youth and then, as we grow older, we want other things, which all come with responsibilities and then, after we have accumulated the other things and are buried under the responsibilities they bring, we wish for the simplicity of youth. hehe. I'm rambling here. Anyway, your poem made me think and that's what its all about, isn't it? |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corinne~ Indubitably ! Enjoyed the thoughts of wisdom. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is wonderful, Corinne! I enjoyed this immensley! Denise |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you for your comments, skyfyre, Park, Balladeer, Marge and Denise! Yes, Balladeer, the thoughts that run through my head exactly! Corinne |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Wiser words have not come forth in a better way than this, Corinne... ------- Now we measure life in milestones, Mortgages and collectibles, A sense that the original recipe Got lost somewhere along the way. ------- When we were little children, Only fear of gettinging burnt in the sun, Now that we get older brethren, All we fear is getting burnt by the fun!!! The body has weakened so has the heart, A bit of fun would make us miss a beat, All we ponder is about beauty and serious work of art, Albeit to see fun in the sun, is too much heat.... ..... Many regards, sudhir My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
but the alien in the box is worth 400 dollars i sold mine out of the box 125 but hehe bought it at a garage sale for 3 bucks so yuh i well um love your poem and can relate |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh if life were returned to simplicity Corinne ... what wonderful pondering your poem has brought to mind. I find I crave "the old days" too often, and yet ... some day, down the road a'ways, these too will be the "old days" ... sigh ... wonderful expression and thoughts Corrine. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Sudhir, I was just thinking about that yesterday - took my kids swimming at the local lake, a teen age girl was basking in the sun while I donned my hat and searched for shade. How things change. Thank you, Walt, but I know you're still a kid at heart! Corinne |
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RAM Member
since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
blind maybe, Core. Old? NO WAY. Cuz, if you are, what about me? LOLoh what the heck, I'll reveal the fact that I remember listening to 78 rpm records, and that they were stored in ACTUAL albums, one disk to each sleeve in the album. The reference to "album" stuck, even when the 33 1/3 LPs came out. meanwhile, speaking of Jackson Browne references to a Simple View of Life. That was touched on in Our Lady of the Well, too. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Gee, they made records in 78 rpms??? heheh. Corinne |
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RAM Member
since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
hmmmmm claiming to have never heard of 78s, eh, Core? Well, I certainly won't tell anyone any different. Rick p.s. let's get your poem back up top |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
You are so right the original recipe got lost somewhere along the way. Write for the reader I always say. You have just displayed a fine talent for doing that. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Corinne, This is simply awesome, so full of the truth, thank you for sharing this I loved it. Love, Cerenity |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Ram, Ethome and Serenity. Corinne |
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