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Stages Of Life
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Sunday, 8th May 2016 @ 10:15:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Juvenis
Snapping twigs, crushing leaves on
beetles in dirt on innocent
worms-
My boots, forest deep
loosed me to beauty
though on heedless feet
swathed in socks
wrought from slaves
in sweatshops
far from me-
So new, so dumb to love
my trusty Daisy BB gun,
(madness- a gift to anyone).
I aimed and true to twenty feet-
drew bead on scarlet feathers,
violence mine, I now owned
death//'//s redder shade
of leaking life bereft.
My new soul twinged, suppressed
yet stained (thank God!) and
left
on the doorstep of my soul.
My blundering;
a young beast dispensing
death with every step unthinking,
rashly wrought in
moments free of cost,
the world was mine (I thought),
made for me alone-
So young then,
soul groggy still,
yet that Cardinal killed
stirred
first trills to ring me from
my waking sleep
to unheeded wisdom//'//s thrill.
Medius
Older now,
astute, my soul acquired breath;
gone, dismissed
acts of wanton death,
more careful, in this new me
I learned soft concern for (even!) worms-
feathered chirping arias touched on wings
my ears they sing from heart to bobbing Adam//'//s lump;
Oh silly worms!
a wiggling life my eyes and smile lifts-
concrete futile missions never learned-
compassion now, these hands (these gifts)
with joy and blessings to them kinder earth returned-
humans though- oh, these fools as I;
spiders, beetles, worms, cardinals more deserving
life-
innocent unsullied brains,
purity not seeking wealth, dominion, gain-
just eating and not being eaten,
continuity their beauty;
intellect, our bane.
People; smelly rotten scheming
smiling, perfumed, beaten, beating.
No worm or beetle ever to my back
stabbeth sharp to demean, attack;
but rows of suited smiling fools
scowling to attend demands of Sabbath
mouthing words upon a page
to play the role of Shakespeare//'//s stage.
These middling years found my heart open
(in one chamber only) for those simpler beings,
those not compromised- humanized,
thus I allowed room in me for all but us;
awakening, my mind began (at last),
though a miser still
to place tender in my spirit//'//s till.
Antiquus
Winter no longer icy grip,
no curses on a careless slip;
I see I//'//ve fallen and see others fall,
beetles, birds, worms, humans-
no fence now, my heart accepts them all.
Gone, scorn born of my barren place I put away
when the mirror finally spoke
(or I heard when I awoke);
my unseeing eyes, they saw my Dorian Grey
choking peeking past my iron rules,
hubris vanished when unsheathed,
I saw I had devolved into a gnashing clumsy fool.
Long at last I learned disdain denies
my soul a gift reserved;
held (by me) at bay in wait
whilst life crumbles walls of pride
that provides for ego//'//s fade;
once scabrous heart, broken soul,
undone (at last) and gone by this new man I//'//ve made.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2016-05-08 10:15:22]
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Re: Stages Of Life
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by softerware on
Sunday, 8th May 2016 @ 04:09:41 PM AEST
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Looking back, that which was so important, pales with the passing of time.
Such is the value of keeping a journal, to capture our moments. Without such memory, our life seems a flavorless smear, all the colors run together, and no signposts have we to see how far weve come.
That you measure your seasons in the wisdom of each age and here recognize the man you have become over time gives us pause to look back and consider where we have been..but moreover, begs us to ask where is it we want to go from here. This is an invitation to seek our tomorrows, through the portal of all our yesterdays.
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Re: Stages Of Life
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by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 8th May 2016 @ 07:32:35 PM AEST
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Deep Inner Vision
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Re: Stages Of Life
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 8th May 2016 @ 09:53:11 PM AEST
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Just the evolution of life. A very unique perspective and writing style. Jaye said it best here. Another very interesting write. I expected nothing less.
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Re: Stages Of Life
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 10th May 2016 @ 10:09:46 AM AEST
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| Fantastic job here. This really is a topnotch piece of writing. A journey through life. From that intrinsic desire to kill /'/lesser/'/ animals, to disdain for humankind, to a peace-delivering acceptance by the new man. |
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