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Trust (Free verse) by Dovina Love survives mostly on trust,
they who know its intricacies say,
for trust contains the essentialâtruth,
betrayal is made of lies.
But they donât know the synapses,
have never felt the senses wane.
They think the truth is his to tell
while she, her mind, melts to mud,
before it returns to dust.
âIâm going out for groceries,â
he says with a kiss and hug.
Then walks to where our hearts contrive
to talk and share a beer.
We speak of love and some of lies,
and share a laugh he much deserves.
Then back at home his kiss again,
âThe food is in the fridge.â
Up the ladder:
The Right Thing To Do
Down the ladder:
Hiding
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Posted: October 30, 2004 3:08 PM PDT; Last modified: October 30, 2004 3:08 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.493059 Overall Rank: 2779 Comments:
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30-Oct-04/6:18 PM
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INSIPID what you mean Dovina?
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Dovina @ 24.52.156.155
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30-Oct-04/6:57 PM
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Not to be insipid.
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deleted user @ 24.222.81.233
> Dovina
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30-Oct-04/7:14 PM
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INSIPID Love me, my woman.
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Dovina @ 24.52.156.155
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30-Oct-04/8:31 PM
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Profuse thanks, but you're six bricks short of a full load, pal.
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31-Oct-04/9:38 PM
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INSIPID You're just a load.
Next caller please.
And by god, this better be good!
Dovina you know this poem can work both ways. instead of his it could be her, and what i mean by that is my first wife reminds me of this poem. I tried so hard to make our marriage work, but I just kept on catching her in lies. she would say I'm going one place and end up in another.We had three children, she did'nt give a damn. all she wanted to do was hit the streets with her boyfriend. I still loved her no matter what she did, because i had hope that she would stop, and we could raise our family, but it did'nt happen. i divorce her.I was young and dumb but as time
went on I became him in this poem because i said to myself i wont be hurt by no one no more, but my illness change all of that, and i remember what my grandfather use to tell me. all men have faults. small men are blind to thier own, and therefore remain small.
We have a few people on this site who seem blind to their own faults, while they pour salt into the perceived wounds of others. Itâs good hear someone, once in a while, looking squarely at himself and making the best of who he is.
Care to put your money where your mouth is? Name and shame your wretched 'few'.
Feeling the pinch, are we?
Avoiding the question, are we?
he says, sliding into my comment as if it were a fitted brogue.
You don't know shit about brogues.
Thank you.
Weakest ever response! it's as if you've turned up to the opening meet of the Quorn wearing a badly stained Jodhpur AND a Pink without a stock only to comment "Thank you" to vociferous onslaught of a retired puce faced retired Colonel who has phlegmed in your face with a bark of anger at your inappropriate attire.
I'm in the middle of "Philosophy for dummies." I'm not sure i understand trust enough to comment accurately.
Can you say "Cop out"? lol
I can say cop-out, expediency, caring, love, lies, and trust, all in the same breath, and believe hopefully that I mean them.
If: A is A and B is B, then A cannot be B. Therefore you cannot "believe hopefully".
If an egret is a bird and a heron is a bird, then an egret can be a heron, but is not necessarily a heron according to the proposition. Therefore, A can be B. Check "Philosophy for Dummies," Iâm sure it will agree. As for "believe hopefully," I know it sounds silly to believe and hope at the same time, almost contradictory, like lying to instill trust, like telling his Alzheimerâs wife heâs going to the store, when heâs really going to meet a woman for a few hours of understanding and conversation to ease his mind and relieve his nerves from incessant nagging.
Understood, and I agree. Interesting how right and wrong can be muddled together sometimes. Am I right for helping an industry that keeps us attached to foreign oil, pollutes the environment and perpetuates a belief that the automobile is a need? Am i wrong for leaving this industry that also employs a great many and enables me to provide for my family?
Deeper and deeper we go. 9. i like the subtle beat this has.
Shockingly dim even for you, INTRANSIT. I fear all the moonshine you've been hauling in your 18-wheeler has been somehow seeping into your mindlobes.
The dimmest part of my dimness is that I chose to go spelunking without so much as a pen-light. The pen-light of course represents my inability to build a proof of any kind. And I thank you for keeping an eye on me that I may not harm myself further.
It is not moonshine, however. It is the fluid of Susan Vega.
I like the use many pronouns that make the meaning of the poem seem ambiguous at first. It took me a couple of reads to "get it." Cool.
Iâm glad you understand it. My greatest fear was that with so many pronouns, the meaning would cloud.
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