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We Never Made It To Content
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We Never Made It To Content |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
We Never Made It To Content First It was the newness that attracted me The passion, the intensity It was the way that you believed You’d always love me That I could never do anything To make you angry. Then I knew, God, I knew We would both live to grieve such innocence. Still I moved forward Claiming to let you lead Lost myself in an illusion I allowed you to create. Over and Over We struggled against ourselves And most that is right in this world Told one another it would be alright As we doubted it ourselves. Until Again We found ourselves lying side by side Face to face and doubted nothing It was true then if only ours to hold For that moment It was true then though never again. Because The right thing and our love Are mutually exclusive They cannot exist in the same world Do you know what I would give for just one day with you Before we admitted that. Now I sit here and all I can think Is we made it through so many things We loved so passionately Disagreed so selfishly Came back together so forgivingly Missed each other so desperately Craved this love so obsessively Possessed each other so completely All these things. Still We never made it to content. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes, Sir, this is a commitment... giving then giving until content and if content we shall not be then let it be known once, we were we... Excellent.... |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is a very well written poem. I can't think why you culdn't make it to content, unless one of you were spoken for. Good job. Joyce |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
First It was the newness that attracted me The passion, the intensity It was the way that you believed You’d always love me That I could never do anything To make you angry. Then I knew, God, I knew We would both live to grieve such innocence. ====================== It was true then if only ours to hold For that moment It was true then though never again. Because The right thing and our love Are mutually exclusive They cannot exist in the same world Do you know what I would give for just one day with you Before we admitted that. Now I sit here and all I can think Is we made it through so many things We loved so passionately Disagreed so selfishly Came back together so forgivingly Missed each other so desperately Craved this love so obsessively Possessed each other so completely All these things. Still We never made it to content. ============= Oh Man ... do I love this poem... and oh do I feel every line, this is a very very cool poem, intense, honest, passionate,.... like reading a diary entry meant for only those eyes of who lived it. excellent emotive writing JLR ... why does it seem that contentment comes at such cost sometimes ... why ask why? this one goes in my library ... thanks  Sprayed across my heart and hers Danced butterflies in the wild This angel, this woman , who loves me with the innocence of a child. ~DeVante~ |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Sunshine---Thanks, that was so cool! Joyce---Thanks for reading and liking my poem. Janet Marie---I love it when you relate. Thanks. I really appreciate all your support! |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
All I can say is you know where Im at...hugs sugar |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"I sit here and all I can think Is we made it through so many things We loved so passionately Disagreed so selfishly Came back together so forgivingly Missed each other so desperately Craved this love so obsessively Possessed each other so completely All these things. Still We never made it to content. I'm afraid that you have just spoken for thousands of people and it's sad but true. There are those kinds of relationships that die because of incompatibility that never can be mastered...even though there's an intensity of love and love making that is rivaled by none other....... excellent expression of truth, reality, and deep hurt here!!!! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
This is fantastically vivid, filled with emotion and revelation. I so identified with much of it. I can't help but wonder though if 'content' might be awfully close to the border of 'taking-for-granted' what do you think? I really liked this piece, JLR |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Paula---Put on the coffee...I'll be right over. ethome---Thank you. And Bingo BTW. VAS---'Content' often borders 'taking for granted'...but in this situation...content would have been appreciated everyday for the rest of my life. Thank you for thinking about what I wrote. |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Unfortunately that's how some loves go. Greatly written poem. |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
And what are we to do fill this out an application I will process your resume in due course of the emotive knows no outline as in life sequntuality is an agreed upon illusion should we wall off ourselves so much only the acceptable by grades be allowed through your content an outline a script rehearsed in form would you read your lines provided of life or live within the given form build your tomorrows on the strengths of the day whatever order questioning only does it lead YoutoYou that is the only test in question arising only stake to mark the ground surveyors of life write as boundries in this existence "Be your own hero. Save your interior landscape. As in all mythos the blight can be defeated and the land turned back to freedom and fertility. [This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 03-16-2001).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Oh, JLR, I'm sure it would have and I'm sorry it didn't happen for you. It would have been such a wonderful blessing. I only made that statement because the latter so easily happens. I really liked your poem. |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I am in absolute awe of this, outstanding words, and emotion.... Greeneyes~ *** "Within you I lose myself Without you I find myself Wanting to be lost again." -Unknown |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
My favorite line: "And we never made it to content." This poem was nothing short of brilliant. Mighty fine writing JLR. KateGenuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T S Eliot |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
LOL well will tea do? You know you are always welcome here baby girl |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
walker---I know you know. AT---My pal...thanks. I swear the hand on that clock moves sometimes. VAS---Your heart is so kind. Thanks for checking back, I knew what you meant...just wanted you to know what I meant. Greeneyes---WOW! Thanks. Paula---Very nicely, cream & sugar, please. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Kate---Thank you...you flatter me and I love it. |
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