The Selfish Value Of Suffering The Children

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icebox
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in the shadows

0 posted 2004-02-13 10:45 AM

Sitting here
short of breath,
surrounded
by all my life,
the varied instruments
of death and mayhem,
I wonder
if my punishment for living
has been being left alive.

Why
are some humans born
with innate talents
formed deeply in our souls,
which make us easily become
so facile
in such monstrous skills?

I believe it's will
bent to profit
twisted aims of others,
but I could easily believe,
as I was taught from birth,
that I was satan's child
born with bad blood,
destined to be wild,
hopelessly condemned
to walk the earth
only on the paths of death and sin;
yet too many times
I have looked
into the eyes of infants,
the purest lenses on the world,
mirrors which never lie,
and have not seen,
and have not felt,
a single light
of reflected reprobation;
in truth
it is only in this simple act
of touching,
through these windows
to the collective human soul,
that I feel the rarest sense
of approbation in their gift
of pure acceptance and elation.

           ©2004 by icebox

serenity blaze
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1 posted 2004-02-13 10:53 AM

yes.

smiling...

it's in the eyes.

(I'm keeping this one.)

Martie

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2 posted 2004-02-13 10:53 AM

icebox

"it is only in this simple act
of touching,
through these windows
to the collective human soul,
that I feel the rarest sense
of approbation in their gift
of pure acceptance and elation."

In the eyes of an infant, there is no judgement. Much thought went into this poem....thank you for sharing it. *hug*

Seymour Tabin
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3 posted 2004-02-13 11:03 AM

icebox
Good one, I'll put it in my freezer.

Cpat Hair

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4 posted 2004-02-13 11:26 AM

Why
are some humans born
with innate talents
formed deeply in our souls,
which make us easily become
so facile
in such monstrous skills?

I believe it's will
bent to profit
twisted aims of others,
but I could easily believe,
as I was taught from birth,
that I was satan's child
born with bad blood,
destined to be wild,
hopelessly condemned
to walk the earth
only on the paths of death and sin;
yet too many times
I have looked
into the eyes of infants,
the purest lenses on the world,
mirrors which never lie,
and have not seen,
and have not felt,
a single light
of reflected reprobation;
We are as we are sir.. and those who in innocence or in wisdom can accept that without reprobation...are the ones who remind us we are indeed redeemable if only in their eyes

Endlessecho
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I live within myself

5 posted 2004-02-13 11:34 AM

Deeply heartfelt - beautifully written. Such thought-provoking and emotionally moving lines.

steavenr
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6 posted 2004-02-13 11:57 AM

I loved the entire piece, so poignantly beautiful and so well written, but the line that I liked best was:

"the purest lenses on the world" --such a beautiful description for the innocence of those tiny windows to the purest of souls.

passing shadows
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displaced

7 posted 2004-02-13 12:16 PM

reading this a second time over coffee

gawd, life is good

garysgirl

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8 posted 2004-02-13 12:26 PM

but I could easily believe,
as I was taught from birth,
that I was satan's child
born with bad blood,
destined to be wild,

Iceman, I was taught this by my Dad from the time
I was a little girl. Every time he would get aggravated
with me, he would say I was just like his sisters,
who were a little wild when growing up, but all so lovable. LOL

And this part I relate to, also........

yet too many times
I have looked
into the eyes of infants,
the purest lenses on the world,
mirrors which never lie,
and have not seen,
and have not felt,
a single light
of reflected reprobation;
in truth
it is only in this simple act
of touching,
through these windows
to the collective human soul,
that I feel the rarest sense
of approbation in their gift
of pure acceptance and elation.

That unconditional love is so good no matter who
it happens to come from. Acceptance is so needed
at times. I'm keeping this too, if you don't mind.

Hugs,

Ethel

vandana

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9 posted 2004-02-13 12:34 PM

enjoyed

icebox
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in the shadows

10 posted 2004-02-13 07:31 PM

serenity blaze - thank you for reading my poem.  I always appreciate your thoughts.

Martie - I do not know if I learned this from you or if you made me remember it.  Either way, I am grateful to you for the concept. *smile*

Seymour Tabin - *grin* thanks!  I am comfortable on ice.

Cpat Hair - is there redemption?  I wonder about that.  Thanks for your thoughts!

Endlessecho- I am glad you enjoyed this.  Thank you for reading and telling me.

steavenr - thank you.  I agree completely.

passing shadows - *smile* That is true, especially since I have found people like you.

garysgirl - Yes, acceptance is a great indulgence.  Thank you.

vandana - as always, you show me that few words carry meaning.  Thank you.

Susan Caldwell
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11 posted 2004-02-16 04:18 AM

I think those eyes still hold knowledge from the life before...

I try to remember the lives I have touched..good, bad, indifferent and know there was something to be learned from it.

"sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.."
~Dido~

Cpat Hair

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12 posted 2004-02-16 09:51 AM

if only in the eyes of a child, sir... one has to sometimes ask indeed if there is something to be redeamed.... but when the childs innocence ignores what ever it is inside that we and maybe others see as not fit for or out of place with "normal conventions or experiences" we are for a moment at least.. unjudged by anything but the us we are at the moment...

(shrugging) perhaps there is nothing to redeem us... and redemption is simply a concept we invent... truth is of course.. I'm not sure anyone knows...

Copperbell
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13 posted 2004-02-16 12:25 PM

What a sad beautiful poem.

An opinion here: the judgemental eyes and mouths of some others are full of poison. Every human is precious and worth more than they could ever know. (despite the road they've walked)

May the days and years of your life be full of the goodness you've experienced already from children - in every direction you turn your head and mind sir.

Grover
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14 posted 2004-02-16 12:36 PM

Truly, a well written poem in every way! Grover.

iliana
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15 posted 2004-02-16 01:11 PM

Awwwww, yes. I know what you mean. I truly appreciate your pure writing!

Sadelite
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16 posted 2004-02-16 01:28 PM

Beautiful poem, and too bad of suffering children, our brightest hope. Through the years I've learned that children are great survivors and inspirers. Enjoyed your write very much.
~Sadelite~

ice
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17 posted 2004-02-18 10:22 AM

"pure acceptance and elation"
This is what is lost when we grow up, the worlds actions shows us that we must not...
But I don't want to grow up anyway, haven't done so yet, and it is too late to start.
enjoyed________ice
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Gentle Spirit
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18 posted 2004-02-18 10:25 AM

yes..very enjoyed, thank you for these words to brighten my morning..

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