escape those "requests and demands festering in the realms of vanity" and don't look back, poet! this one really tugs at the soul, jude.
wishing you all the best,
carolyn
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2007
Yet, the thirst remains, even if we decide to no longer endure the chore. Peace.
~Butch Howard
Having visited the "dark side" many times, I find this work poignant to the extreme. Well written and expressed. I hope you find peace and a reason to smile.
Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on July 12, 2007
Jude,
Come dreaming angels - so pretty, the escape with little reward I think except the escape forever from pain. The height of hopelessness well written.
this signifies strength to be your own man, and not fulfill the whims of others, which is where the true self lives anyway, so what initially appears to be disappointment is realy a beautiful thing
Truly a Brilliant write I think its
What we do in real life that's whats important.
Very interesting view that lives your reader pondering
Well it left me pondering!!
Great Job Jude!!
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Morning star ( Yolie )
Reviewed by Tiana Jett (Reader)
Reviewed on July 7, 2007
"A chore
I no more
Will endure"
exactly! Wonderfully written ... hugs
From unjust requests and demands
Festering in the realms of vanity
Come dreaming angels
... Yep, when vision is lacking and "reasoned" futility abounds (according the the "wisdom" of the day), then even the angels - ministering servants of mankind - become apathetic and "blind". Confusion begets pointlessness begets frustration and inner turmoil.
I like this write, Jude. You exhibit here so much of what the Biblical prophets experienced in the "weakness" of their flesh. I am pleased that you are not loathe to show your vulnerable side. Jeremiah couldn't stop crying and Elijah, who witnessed just so many supernatural victories and miracles, was sent fleeing into the depths of a wilderness on account of just one shrewish woman's sharp tongue. The answer? Rest up, eat some and take a break. Simple as that. Those who are gifted cannot lose the gift and sure as eggs, the burden and power of the vision will return as long as day follows night.
...And I have little doubt but that you WILL endure. :))
Bet this is just what you want to hear, eh?! LOL jobsKomforter Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 7, 2007
Reminds me of Vanity Fair, where He escapes to a much better place...
I know the bloody feeling brother, and the disillusionment that too often permeates the experience sucks wilted begonias. It is always good to have loving wise friends in proximity to our needs.
thoughts flying. on the one hand, I certainly know this fatigue and the try, try, try. on the other, I know what Sherry said below (and Sage's fables too) ring true, true, true. the poem speaks with authenticity and conviction. may life hold you in her arms always, Dawn
Good write. One thing I have been learning through this journey in life is we get everything we ask for just not in the time we think we should.
God provides in His Time.
Hugs Angela
I have noticed that as long as I am grasping for what I have wished/prayed/dreamed for, it seems to always be one step ahead of me; yet when I finally sit back and fold my hands and know I have done as much as I possibly can to make it so, it all comes to me. Perhaps it is in the understanding that we are not omnipotent that brings our dreams to fruitation; accepting that, though they are our dreams, it is a combined effort that is required for them to become our reality. I will never stop dreaming and praying fervently for those things I need and want, but I now know that there is a point where I have to silence myself and give the forces that be the opportunity to deliver. It is as though I have only a certain amount of time before the council and I can spend it begging or I can sit back and let them do their work. As Richard Bach wrote, what is needed to make thing so is a combination of desire and belief; the older I get, the more I agree with those wise words. This is an excellent poem of frustration, Jude, but if you loosen the reigns on your dreams, I rather suspect that you will be in for the ride of your life.
In essence dreams are really unproductive. It is what we do in real life that counts, but since we interact with people, we may find disappointments. I hope that is not the case with you.
Philosophically...come again with "selectively growing?" and "transitory trust?", go away from these people!!! and wake up those sleeping angels!!! or you will endure a lot more.
As always deep, and with a tail twist.
Georg
The Last Days of Dreaming Angels is deserving of a few of Aesop's Fables and moral...
The Father and His Two Daughters
A MAN had two daughters, the one married to a gardener, and the
other to a tile-maker. After a time he went to the daughter who
had married the gardener, and inquired how she was and how all
things went with her. She said, "All things are prospering with
me, and I have only one wish, that there may be a heavy fall of
rain, in order that the plants may be well watered." Not long
after, he went to the daughter who had married the tilemaker, and
likewise inquired of her how she fared; she replied, "I want for
nothing, and have only one wish, that the dry weather may
continue, and the sun shine hot and bright, so that the bricks
might be dried." He said to her, "If your sister wishes for rain,
and you for dry weather, with which of the two am I to join my
wishes?'
Moral: You can't please everybody
The Goatherd and the Wild Goats
A GOATHERD, driving his flock from their pasture at eventide,
found some Wild Goats mingled among them, and shut them up
together with his own for the night. The next day it snowed very
hard, so that he could not take the herd to their usual feeding
places, but was obliged to keep them in the fold. He gave his
own goats just sufficient food to keep them alive, but fed the
strangers more abundantly in the hope of enticing them to stay
with him and of making them his own. When the thaw set in, he
led them all out to feed, and the Wild Goats scampered away as
fast as they could to the mountains. The Goatherd scolded them
for their ingratitude in leaving him, when during the storm he
had taken more care of them than of his own herd. One of them,
turning about, said to him: "That is the very reason why we are
so cautious; for if you yesterday treated us better than the
Goats you have had so long, it is plain also that if others came
after us, you would in the same manner prefer them to ourselves."
Moral: Old friends cannot with impunity be sacrificed for new ones
The Father and His Sons
A FATHER had a family of sons who were perpetually quarreling
among themselves. When he failed to heal their disputes by his
exhortations, he determined to give them a practical illustration
of the evils of disunion; and for this purpose he one day told
them to bring him a bundle of sticks. When they had done so, he
placed the faggot into the hands of each of them in succession,
and ordered them to break it in pieces. They tried with all
their strength, and were not able to do it. He next opened the
faggot, took the sticks separately, one by one, and again put
them into his sons' hands, upon which they broke them easily. He
then addressed them in these words: "My sons, if you are of one
mind, and unite to assist each other, you will be as this faggot,
uninjured by all the attempts of your enemies; but if you are
divided among yourselves, you will be broken as easily as these
sticks."
Moral: United we stand, divided we fall
The Fisherman Piping
A FISHERMAN skilled in music took his flute and his nets to the
seashore. Standing on a projecting rock, he played several tunes
in the hope that the fish, attracted by his melody, would of
their own accord dance into his net, which he had placed below.
At last, having long waited in vain, he laid aside his flute, and
casting his net into the sea, made an excellent haul of fish.
When he saw them leaping about in the net upon the rock he said:
"O you most perverse creatures, when I piped you would not dance,
but now that I have ceased you do so merrily."
Moral: To do the right thing at the right season is a great art
Sage
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on July 6, 2007
Interesting write. In the words of Yogi Berra, "It aint over til it's over."
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wishing you all the best,
carolyn
~Butch Howard
Come dreaming angels - so pretty, the escape with little reward I think except the escape forever from pain. The height of hopelessness well written.
Kathy
Kathy
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Ron
Jenni
Regards
Dai
To quench my thirst
From a dusty oasis of unproductive dreams
Disguised as an fruitful ocean of hope ..." deeply felt and written-
What we do in real life that's whats important.
Very interesting view that lives your reader pondering
Well it left me pondering!!
Great Job Jude!!
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Morning star ( Yolie )
I no more
Will endure"
exactly! Wonderfully written ... hugs
fee
Festering in the realms of vanity
Come dreaming angels
... Yep, when vision is lacking and "reasoned" futility abounds (according the the "wisdom" of the day), then even the angels - ministering servants of mankind - become apathetic and "blind". Confusion begets pointlessness begets frustration and inner turmoil.
I like this write, Jude. You exhibit here so much of what the Biblical prophets experienced in the "weakness" of their flesh. I am pleased that you are not loathe to show your vulnerable side. Jeremiah couldn't stop crying and Elijah, who witnessed just so many supernatural victories and miracles, was sent fleeing into the depths of a wilderness on account of just one shrewish woman's sharp tongue. The answer? Rest up, eat some and take a break. Simple as that. Those who are gifted cannot lose the gift and sure as eggs, the burden and power of the vision will return as long as day follows night.
...And I have little doubt but that you WILL endure. :))
Bet this is just what you want to hear, eh?! LOL jobsKomforter Kate xx
Love Tinka
Susan
Peace be with you
William
God provides in His Time.
Hugs Angela
Take care,
Sherry
George
Write on Jude!!
As always deep, and with a tail twist.
Georg
The Father and His Two Daughters
A MAN had two daughters, the one married to a gardener, and the
other to a tile-maker. After a time he went to the daughter who
had married the gardener, and inquired how she was and how all
things went with her. She said, "All things are prospering with
me, and I have only one wish, that there may be a heavy fall of
rain, in order that the plants may be well watered." Not long
after, he went to the daughter who had married the tilemaker, and
likewise inquired of her how she fared; she replied, "I want for
nothing, and have only one wish, that the dry weather may
continue, and the sun shine hot and bright, so that the bricks
might be dried." He said to her, "If your sister wishes for rain,
and you for dry weather, with which of the two am I to join my
wishes?'
Moral: You can't please everybody
The Goatherd and the Wild Goats
A GOATHERD, driving his flock from their pasture at eventide,
found some Wild Goats mingled among them, and shut them up
together with his own for the night. The next day it snowed very
hard, so that he could not take the herd to their usual feeding
places, but was obliged to keep them in the fold. He gave his
own goats just sufficient food to keep them alive, but fed the
strangers more abundantly in the hope of enticing them to stay
with him and of making them his own. When the thaw set in, he
led them all out to feed, and the Wild Goats scampered away as
fast as they could to the mountains. The Goatherd scolded them
for their ingratitude in leaving him, when during the storm he
had taken more care of them than of his own herd. One of them,
turning about, said to him: "That is the very reason why we are
so cautious; for if you yesterday treated us better than the
Goats you have had so long, it is plain also that if others came
after us, you would in the same manner prefer them to ourselves."
Moral: Old friends cannot with impunity be sacrificed for new ones
The Father and His Sons
A FATHER had a family of sons who were perpetually quarreling
among themselves. When he failed to heal their disputes by his
exhortations, he determined to give them a practical illustration
of the evils of disunion; and for this purpose he one day told
them to bring him a bundle of sticks. When they had done so, he
placed the faggot into the hands of each of them in succession,
and ordered them to break it in pieces. They tried with all
their strength, and were not able to do it. He next opened the
faggot, took the sticks separately, one by one, and again put
them into his sons' hands, upon which they broke them easily. He
then addressed them in these words: "My sons, if you are of one
mind, and unite to assist each other, you will be as this faggot,
uninjured by all the attempts of your enemies; but if you are
divided among yourselves, you will be broken as easily as these
sticks."
Moral: United we stand, divided we fall
The Fisherman Piping
A FISHERMAN skilled in music took his flute and his nets to the
seashore. Standing on a projecting rock, he played several tunes
in the hope that the fish, attracted by his melody, would of
their own accord dance into his net, which he had placed below.
At last, having long waited in vain, he laid aside his flute, and
casting his net into the sea, made an excellent haul of fish.
When he saw them leaping about in the net upon the rock he said:
"O you most perverse creatures, when I piped you would not dance,
but now that I have ceased you do so merrily."
Moral: To do the right thing at the right season is a great art
Sage