The more time goes by The less affinity I seem to have With those I thought I knew Of late I have been called Idiot Fool Obsessive Compulsive Irresponsible Immature Indecisive Needy And so much more But when someone called me A child A slice of sun Slit the fabric of ebon clouds And in my soul Was born A rainbow
GOOD LABEL, INDEED. THAT WE ALL SHOULD BECOME CHILDREN AGAIN...WOULD SURE BE A BLESSING FOR THIS WORLD. THANKS FOR SHARING, REGIS, AND GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis,
You make me think about word meaning in general. Your point is well made. Perception is everything. I love the lines:
A slice of sun
Slit the fabric of ebon clouds
Take care of you!
Sheila
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on March 24, 2005
Life of the Innocent Child and all the fun that life is when we allow that innocence which is buried, yet never gone, to come forth.
Thank You Regis
enjoyed this much.
Tracey
Beautiful art and poem ... I too have been called many names but some have served to propel me, change me, challenge me. May those words do the same for you dear friend :)!
Sandy
Wonderful, and truthful reflection. One can own labels, but not a child's soul. In fact, children seem to experience their world in a completely fresh (wonderful, or terribly hurting-traumatizing way, because they have no mental labels attached yet. Developping some sort of labels, however, helps us to survive in a complex, and stressful world. Thanks for this treat, my friend. Franz
Yes, i hate labels, and the most important thing of all is what you think and know about yourself, and your God. Everyone elseare showing who they are by judging you- this poem made me feel bad for you because you seem like a very nice person! :)
Labels are powerful, that's what this proves.
blessin's Regis,
cynth'ya
Reviewed by Fletcher Bailey (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2004
Regis, may all your labellers be so lucky to have your charm and childishness. It is what keep you young at heart...great poem, I can definately relate to each and every word...Flecther B
We can choose the labels we accept, can't we? Good thought
Connie Gotsch
Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2004
Being called a child is indeed a compliment. The younger one is, the more innocent. People learn to be cruel and meanspirited--they're certainly not born that way. When I grow up, I still want to be a little kid. Love your attitude!
To be called a child is the greatest compliment that can be given. A child is forever exploring, learning and growing. You are both child and wise sage. I learn from you by reading your wondrous words. What a spectacular ending to a meaningful poem.
Thank you
Chanti
I'm so glad that mere words do not define us. I'm also glad that our Higher Power has the first and final say. Writing is a great way to get it off you at the same time help others who may not be as strong. Remember, those who truly know you like and love your essence. This is another of your great writes with feeling.
Words can hurt, but the ending is the kicker. The ending reminds us that there is beauty. The ending lifts you up and inspires you. There are ways to praise a child or person, and your ending is an exceptional way to do that.
Isn't it amazing that often those whom you thought were your friends are actually the ones who tend to turn on you, when you have found happiness. If by calling you a child has made you happy, then someone has succeded in making your day, this is all that matters. Great write Regis.
Name-calling is like pointing a finger and having the three left on that hand pointing back to the person who's doing all the shouting! On the other hand, if people are merely expressing an opinion, then they are, I suppose entitled to it. All depends on context, doesn't it? I guess we can all exhibit these traits to a greater or lesser extent at times, and what's wrong with them if they are exhibited in the pursuit of genuine integrity and a consuming passion?! Who wants to a bland conformist anyway - they're not the ones who ever achieve anything or leave anything of any lasting value for anyone else either. Goodness me, we each have a unique gift of life so why squander it on merely occupying valuable space and not rocking any boats!! All of these so called "labels" can be positives when channelled correctly. But CHILD is the best; so much potential, so much faith, hope and optimism - trust and lack of cynicism, too. To be called a child is the truth, for so we are. And many of us have never grown up... not in the way that the world expects, anyway. And for me, I think that that can be a far more mature route - not to acquiesce to the accepted norms of being adult with all the garbage and superficiality that goes with it. Stay a child, Regis, and hold on to your licence to freedom of speech and thought! Go you! You have certainly planted a rainbow in my soul with this write, thank you. I'm with you on this one... Kate xx
What a wonderful poem. You had taken my mind from the worst to the best in this poem. The first half of the poem was like heavy metal music, while, the latter half was like a warm lullaby for a child. The contrast was amazing. I love this indeed!
Yes...I agree Regis,how wise you are to see it,I too have been called 'child' and 'childish' and luckily I have loved that so called insult.
If only we were all more like children and less like so called mature folk the world would definately be in a lot less trouble that it is right now.
I never really want to stop being a child at heart.
God bless you always fro this gem of a poem and always be you,you are a nice person and top poet.(Well...that's just my childish opinion,anyway!)
What a lovely poem....labels are things most of us wear off and on throughout our lives - it's proving them wrong that makes us strong. I love the artwork too - what an achingly dear portrait....!
Excellent message, Regis...name-calling used to be a sport for school kids and it was cruel...now labelling according to modern psychology is a sport for pseudo informed adults...and it is cruel as well.
I second Robert's remark but would add...one must have a good sense of humor and deal with those people one thought one knew...or send them packing and find the right ones.
confidence is what turned the intended negative label into a wonderful affirmation!!! Very cool!!! I like this!! A pleasure to read..........pax a (ps no need to send me a thank you note, i know you are polite and send them along, but I am trying to get my board clean........take care........Anita :) )
Ah Regis, I have MISSED you!!! What a lovely read this was. It's amazing how cruelly we can label one another, when all it takes is patience and a willingness to see the good in others. Hugs to you my friend...Michelle
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2004
Now't wrong with child like qualities. I have them in abundance..
Augh!!! Sweet, tender and a comfort that only knowing the child in one's self could convey. Never lose that awe....It is rare to still keep that child intact when you get older. That was a huge compliment and your words spoke thanks!
peace & harmony,
Susan
whoever pins labels on you doesn't know the regis i've come to know and love through your heart-touching poetry. this one made me cry. very powerful and emotional.
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I really like this poem. Very well said.
Nicole
You make me think about word meaning in general. Your point is well made. Perception is everything. I love the lines:
A slice of sun
Slit the fabric of ebon clouds
Take care of you!
Sheila
Thank You Regis
enjoyed this much.
Tracey
Sandy
SueB
Best regards,
Safi
A slice of sun
Slit the fabric of ebon clouds
I love the drawing you've put with it too!
Andrea
A poet of grand magnitude - Bravo on this superb write, my friend!
Robert
A slice of sun
Slit the fabric of ebon clouds
And in my soul
Was born
A rainbow
what a write...what an ending....clap clap clap....BHUWAN!!!
an excellent write
From what I know about you, you're none of the above.
Stay young at heart.
Love
Amira
blessin's Regis,
cynth'ya
Connie Gotsch
Hope you never lose that child in your poetic heart and soul.
Reindeer
Trish.
Thank you
Chanti
Sherry
an excellent write
never did like labels
William
Isn't it amazing that often those whom you thought were your friends are actually the ones who tend to turn on you, when you have found happiness. If by calling you a child has made you happy, then someone has succeded in making your day, this is all that matters. Great write Regis.
Warm hugs
Elga
Carmen :-)
What a wonderful poem. You had taken my mind from the worst to the best in this poem. The first half of the poem was like heavy metal music, while, the latter half was like a warm lullaby for a child. The contrast was amazing. I love this indeed!
Sandie May Angel
i hate being labeled
for labeling reduces me
to an "it"
love the ending
john+
If only we were all more like children and less like so called mature folk the world would definately be in a lot less trouble that it is right now.
I never really want to stop being a child at heart.
God bless you always fro this gem of a poem and always be you,you are a nice person and top poet.(Well...that's just my childish opinion,anyway!)
Warm love and hugs from a rainy South Africa!!
Love Tinka
I second Robert's remark but would add...one must have a good sense of humor and deal with those people one thought one knew...or send them packing and find the right ones.
great work, Regis
Gina
Nice write
Tommy
TRASK
I developed thick skin a long time ago to the barbs of fools and knaves...
Great write my friend ...
Peter
i love the picture as well
ann
peace & harmony,
Susan
whoever pins labels on you doesn't know the regis i've come to know and love through your heart-touching poetry. this one made me cry. very powerful and emotional.
keep looking for those rainbows :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)