If holidays get you down, I advise you to skip this. Maybe come back in January, or later? Wait for bright weather? Some of you live in warmer climes -- lucky y'all -- and celebrate different holidays, or know not to take them seriously. If that is the case, this poem might appeal. . .given it has appeal for anyone. Angst tends to attack me around December 11, which was my brother's birthday. Maybe that explains. . .or maybe it is just. . .
L i f e ?? Do what we hafta? Peace!
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"Chinese water torture" springs to mind. No reason to complain, and yet. . .what is it we call them? Exigencies of Life? Minor aches and pains count for nothing by themselves, but bag them with survivor's guilt and a sense of helplessness over felonies as evil as starving children, as A.I.D.S, as denying large segments of the population rights and opportunities, as homes lost to nature's tantrums – surely worsened by deforestation and rampant development -- and humankind's greed and neglect and {we are still adding} what we will call misdemeanors such as I commit – all I do not do, the little I give, what I accept, all I cannot, what and whom I forgive, what and. . .stop!! Back aches, neck's in a vise, hip's headed south. Why do I suspect worse lies waiting to pounce? That this is all part of a cover-up on my part? Note to self. NO more news! Can't help a fraction, let alone, all. Turn off your TV, unplug your PC, fling your radio into the attic. Weather radios guilty of less static, but file it in Thirteen. Brush up your ostrich act. Forget fuel expense is climbing almost as fast as euphemisms for death by war. Get out your heating pad, buy an electric blanket. Toast that stale bagel and rev up Mr. Coffee. Read something written way back. . .when? Dickens the ticket? No. Too many poor, too many orphans. Prigs! { sic?}. Go back more. Thomas Hardy? George Sand? Too much hypocrisy. Lost love! Shakespeare. Oh, yeah. Willie never knew about social injustice. All of his characters were sterling, yeah. This isn't working. No place in history to fall back. No time when war did not maim and kill. The poor, the young, the "different." No time when the upper classes failed to rape, rob, and plow under. Go Medieval, the rack greets. Crusaders are lopping heads and beating with chains. Lord. To think that the human is said to be the highest animal. Not. Need to call a friend. Need to give a gift. Need to volunteer. Need to throw off this quilt, get the hell up. Got company!!
HARD TO GET THROUGH THESE FEELING AND THINGS, BUT GOOD TRIBUTE TO HOW YOU WERE FEELING. lOST LOVE, NOT FUN, FUEL PRICES STILL GOING UPAND UP. WE NEED TO STOP AND TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT WHAT BOTHERS US AND WHAT IS GOING ON IN OUR LIVES AND THIS WORLD BUT NOT LET THINGS GET US DOWN. WE ARE TOLD THINGS WILL GET BETTER WHEN THE GOOD LORD COMES AND TAKES US AWAY FROM SUCH TERRIBLE HAPPENINGS TOO. NO PAIN, NO GAIN AND TAKES AWAY PAIN AND ALL OUR TROUBLES TOO.
Pea I have said as much in my poems. Recently the Wisconsin Legislature passed the Same Sex Marriage ban. I was so po'd, that I wrote a letter to my Governor and told him I am a female, and I have a constitutional right to be female, and that he should veto this bill passed last week by the Wisconsin Legislature. When will the upper classes stop classifying people? When will we be free of social injustice? When will the world see that people are people and not something they don't like, just because some of us live differently, or were born differently? I was stubborn before, now I damned determined to be who I should have been at birth. If I have to fight until I'm on my death bed, I will be me. This is very well written sis, thanks for sharing. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, DETERMINED to be me, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSSS))))))))))), your very sad and damned determined little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Ah, Phyllis, I have known such days, too, and there can be a glorious rage to them. One that, hopefully, inspires towards action. As you say, give a gift, volunteer, get up and go and do.
We are all so busy these days, pointing out all the problems, but do we take a moment of our own time to find a viable solution? We both know that we don't. When we see hunger we either turn away or we toss money in that direction thinking perhaps it will get rid of the problem until we can walk away from it. We know full well money won't solve anything, but we don't want to have to search for a real solution...pass it off to our leaders, perhaps they will find a way to fix it. Ain't nevva gonna happen, but that's ok because then we can complain about how "they" aren't doing anything possible to FORCE it to change. Oh, to live in a world where everyone took responsibility for their own actions and for their own life! It is a dream, I know, but I just want to believe that mankind will, at some point, learn. We complain about the high cost of fuel, but do we take public transportation or keep our thermostats turned down to the point where we have to wear a sweater to be comfortable...no on both counts and the examples go on and on. Wonderful write, Pea, I completely enjoyed this!
Take care,
Sherry
It seems any more, I feel this way all year round. We're running out of excuses and whether people understand it, or not, out of freedom. It's time we lost the fear of touching one another. My heart is pounding out of control -- no way around it: you hit the proverbial nail on the head.
Black white (well sort of pinkish) etcetera, Christian Muslim etcetera, Hetero-Homo-Metro Sexual, Physical, Mental, Ow! Includes all human rights violations I could think of.
Black white (well sort of pinkish) etcetera, Christian Muslim etcetera, Hetero-Homo-Metro Sexual, Physical, Mental, Ow! Includes all human rights violations I could think of.
Modern labour theories and practice. Covers issues like employment, unemployment, migration, brain drain, entrepreneurship, workaholism, and trade unions.
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Regis
Love & Light,
Joseph
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Love Tinka
Carole...love and peace
is said to be the highest animal. Not.
Need to call a friend. Need to give a gift.
Need to volunteer.
You echo many of our thoughts here, Phyllis, and we all need to find more compassion in our souls.
Take care,
Sherry
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Carmen
Hear you loud and clear--excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Feeling bah-humbuggy, too....