I totally understand the feelings you are expressing here!
The saying that 'power corrupts' is so apt... for power is an easy thing to abuse. When someone realizes the 'strength' they have in any way , that seems 'stronger' than others around them, it is so easy to become 'accustomed' to exerting that 'strength' to over-ride any and all opposition in any form. That strength then becomes a weakness to the one 'exerting' it because they then believe that their 'might' becomes 'right' and never allow any OTHER thought to divert them from THEIR 'rightness'.
We who are at the 'receiving end' of that 'abuse' - (abnormal use)' - of power, must NOT allow it to harm us into a negative way of thinking or 'retaliating' because then that 'power' has spawned even MORE 'unrightness'!
You have a good way of finding words that express the emotion you are trying to describe - I did notice the word 'quite' when I'm sure you meant 'quiet'. But that is a minor typo. I like the way your words - basically - 'rhyme' - I know that is not always easy to do! I think 'coward' might be better as 'cowardly' since you are using it to describe 'him', or separate the words with a comma to denote 'coward' as the object and 'male' as the descriptive.
For myself, I have learned that re-reading and re-reading again really HELPS to 'refine' our thoughts and of course, reading it ALOUD to another person (whether willing or not! lol!) helps make you see it through someone else's feelings!
Yes, we ALL reap what we sow, therefore we must ALL be very careful of the thoughts in our OWN hearts because they too can sow 'wrongness'.
Write on!
(If we did not dream, we could not imagine a better way, a better place!)
Awesome! Yes, God knows where each and every one of His Children are and exactly what they need and when. Thank you for sharing this, it hit me personally. None of us are above feeling 'useless' and 'left out' at one time or another. We all need 'lifting up'.
I find this writing to be very insightful and thought-provoking. I think it paints as descriptive a picture as one who is NOT autistic can hope to imagine.
I am a firm believer that ALL life is important no matter HOW it is lived.
If we did not have those we must try to understand and to care for how could we ever hope to learn the fulfillment of being compassionate?
If we did not have those in the world that others call "bad examples" how would we know who and what were GOOD examples?
Seeing how a person treats animals, older persons, handicapped and other seemingly unuseful or unloveable persons tells a LOT about that person's TRUE character. (Another very good reason for ALL types of souls upon this earth!)
I enjoyed reading this poem and I am interested in reading more of your writings.
What a wonderful way you have of expressing your great sorrow without being maudlin.
Even in the midst of your pain you express a beatific way of looking at the event and it is so uplifting to realize that you are comforted to know your precious daughter will be in Heaven waiting for you.
I sorrow with you for your loss and I, also, look forward to Heaven.
What a downward spiral of emotions you have depicted here! Whew! Must have been a horrible time!
I, too, have been down to the bottom of my barrel, called "luck", and have only survived, by what some have called "pluck"! (My three sons and I were considered "homeless" for two years, 1981-1983.)
I've definitely found that sometimes you have to get facedown, in the mud, before you can roll over and realize , now, the only way to go is "up"!
My father was "deathly" afraid of spiders, and I could never really relate to that about him.
However, I do not like to go wandering through their mazes of sticky threads, nor have one drop down on me for a visit! Nor do I like their "homes" hanging around mine!!!
To me, it's not the meter that counts so much as the feeling that comes out.
I can tell that you have a bonding of sorts with Phil Hartman, and miss him greatly.
Yes, it is always sad that so many people feel that drugs make things better and more fun and then lose their lives to them. Whether by physical death or mental impairment. Their lives are forfeited...and for what? Pleasure?? So sad.
Poverty is, and always has been, a very sad state of affairs. Yes, it is hard to understand why it even has to be in existence, when it seems as if there should be enough for everyone, if we all would just share with one another. Unfortunately, poverty of material circumstances is not the only "poverty" that abounds in the world.
There is also the "POVERTY of Human Kindness", which is a poverty of the soul.
The only thing any of us can do is try to be an example to others, of caring and sharing.
If we would just reach out a hand to one another, we would all soon encircle the world.
"War is hell"! No doubt. But if we did not have men and women who are ready, able and willing to place their lives upon the line to fight for the preservation of freedom and liberty wherever and whenever the need arises then where would any of us be?
We certainly would NOT be "free" as there are so MANY unscrupulous souls who LOVE to put other people under their rules and regulations and the ones we are presently at arms with would definitely LOVE to rule US with their IRON FISTS and BLOODY SWORDS!
If we, who VALUE "FREEDOM" so MUCH, do nothing to stop the spread of terrorism and ANTI-FREEDOM practices, who will? I say, GOD BLESS and PRESERVE the SOULS of ALL our AMERICAN HEROES!
As one of our Early American Heroes is reputed to have said, "Give me Liberty or give me death"!
This poem is very wonderful and inspiring and it is so nice to read a REAL Christmas Love story with hope! Not just triviata about tinsel, food and gifts of a more material form!
If only MORE people could understand that the TRUE meaning of Christmas is about LOVE and HOPE for ALL GOOD THINGS and LIFE after this one!
I really connected with you through this very finely written poem. Thank-you.
There is such a sense of loss when someone you care about is called on to the next realm and leaves us behind with only our memories; which can be so fragile and fleeting, and sometimes very fickle; only occasionally wafting through our minds and callously being stifled by new happenings in our everyday Life.
But perhaps 'the day after WE go', we WILL remember ALL!
One can feel the chaotic warring emotions that, caring for and attempting to love this seemingly 'lost soul', have been placed in your heart.
Yes, it is hard to understand completely why the love you give isn't enough.
I had the excruciatingly painful task of having to place a 'stepson' into a foster home type of situation because he was the 'ringleader' of a small 'gang', our other five sons.
He was only 11 at the time, but nothing one said or tried to do for him was enough to deter his destructive ways.
Looking back, I now realize that placing him in this OTHER world really wasn't a positive thing either.
Sometimes it seems NOTHING you can do IS enough, but one must continue to try.
Yes, they certainly are. 'The opposite of love is not hate, it is antipathy.'
It is always hard to understand one another, as we all have different ways of thinking about the same things; but when two people are seemingly NEVER able to 'connect' in any way but 'clashingly', it becomes increasingly difficult to hang on to those 'love and appreciation' emotions. They, too soon, become covered over with an 'I don't care attitude', which eventually becomes the predominant emotion. Therefore so, love dies and ways must part.
This also is a very nice poetic view of a door-to-door salesman's life and his feelings.
Only one place did I feel the words needed a slight rearranging:
(With the woman or the man that comes to the door,
They don’t try to persuade till their soul's torn and raw.)
Perhaps you could just reverse the 'soul's torn and raw' to 'soul's raw and torn'; meaning essentially the same yet satisfying your rhyming scheme better.
I find this poem has excellent verbage; your words are precisely put together to paint us an almost overwhelming picture of how it feels to write about our Life experiences.
As far as your feeling like you are still unsure about being a "good" writer, I think any self-respecting writer is always (and SHOULD always be) questioning themselves as to whether the words they used are appropriate and/or enough, to say the things that need to be said (and shared).
It is always a catharsis to be able to pour out our deepest emotions and memories in a material form that helps to heal ourselves and even perhaps, others.
It is definitely a gift; and I'd say you have been blessed with it.
Alzheimer's is such a sad stage of so many people's lives and such an excruciatingly painful experience for their loved one's to endure.
Your writing so clearly depicts the gradual, yet inevitable, decline into total unrecognizing of family members; except, as they were many years in the past. Newest members are totally obliterated from their memories, which is an exceedingly painful happening in that person's life.
How wonderful if a cure could be found. This disease is just one more reminder that we must cherish each and every moment of each and every day we share with one another; for too soon, they too will come to an end.
How blessed you are for having had such a wonderful gift in this life, your sister.
To have shared this quite special bond was an amazing miracle for both of you.
I have 9 brothers; I did not get a sister until I was 11-1/2 years old. By then I felt I was too old; I became more like a little "mother" to her.
As such, we did not get to share the laughter and tears of growing up; no secrets known only to us.
I left home at sixteen; she was only four. Only when she had grown to seventeen herself, and became a mother, were we able to find a level we could almost relate on.
Now, she too, is a Grandmother, and although we are thousands of miles apart; we still feel close because of the bond in our hearts.
As I am sure you, too, still feel close with your sister; no matter that she has left this earth; because of the bonds you have forged in your hearts.
Why, oh why can't people see the pain they unwittingly inflict upon those who love them, when they act only upon their own selfish whims and desires???
Thank-God He gave those poor children you; to love them and console them for the loss of their mother's concern for their well-being.
I, too, had children given to me to care for; to love and try to nurture and make up for the love their own Mother did not know how to bestow upon them. They cried many times and asked me "WHY? Why did she give them away?" I tried to help them look at her through a different perspective, and told them that she wasn't capable at the time of caring for them properly; and so she had given them to me because she loved them SO MUCH! She knew that I would love and care for them better than she could, at that time.
It helped to soothe their lost feelings and contented them to be with me. I thanked God for giving her, at least, the wisdom to know when someone else could care for them better.
I, too, cannot understand why certain people think they can do and say anthing they want, especially falsehoods, and it will not catch up with them. They must be the kind of people who "burn bridges after crossing them"; because their lies certainly do that to any relationship they try to pursue!
I, too, have been betrayed, more than once, by persons I thought were my "friends"! Not much hurts more.
I had to do some soul-searching to see if perhaps I had fallen down on the "friendship" thing; then realized their behavior was NOT a reflection on me. It was a "wrong" on their part "directed" at me.
As you, I have walked away; saddened, but much wiser.
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