feelings from feelings

FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
how does it begin?
from first days alive
warm and snug
smells of sweet milk
and closeness/intimacy
trusting the body
to those who love and care

how does it continue?
from first years alive
running free and clear
senses learning fast
meeting the world out there
trusting the teachers
will instil goodness and right

how does it mature?
from first decades alive
working hard and giving
using knowledge gained
withstanding living's pain
trusting the plans made
will bring rewards and true love

how does it go on?
from all that time alive
and all that stress and toil
worrying of loved ones
gaining and losing those dear
trusting the universe's commands
will eventually create peace

and this is the meaning of life
to tell others how you feel
and not feel ashamed of
anything so good and innocent
or vulnerable and sweet
of anything evil and enraged
or cheated and hurt so deeply
give me your tender and sore places
empty your pent-up pain
for it does nothing but eat the soul
i can bear it
for you to smile at last
means more than gold to me
i am strong
and you are my only one
the one who knows
my every feeling that exists
i am naked before you
without shame
as pure love always is
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  • burtschipsburtschips Posts: 734
    You are strong.
    Salut baloo
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Felicity wrote:
    how does it begin?
    from first days alive
    warm and snug
    smells of sweet milk
    and closeness/intimacy
    trusting the body
    to those who love and care

    how does it continue?
    from first years alive
    running free and clear
    senses learning fast
    meeting the world out there
    trusting the teachers
    will instil goodness and right

    how does it mature?
    from first decades alive
    working hard and giving
    using knowledge gained
    withstanding living's pain
    trusting the plans made
    will bring rewards and true love

    how does it go on?
    from all that time alive
    and all that stress and toil
    worrying of loved ones
    gaining and losing those dear
    trusting the universe's commands
    will eventually create peace

    and this is the meaning of life
    to tell others how you feel
    and not feel ashamed of
    anything so good and innocent
    or vulnerable and sweet
    of anything evil and enraged
    or cheated and hurt so deeply
    give me your tender and sore places
    empty your pent-up pain
    for it does nothing but eat the soul
    i can bear it
    for you to smile at last
    means more than gold to me
    i am strong
    and you are my only one
    the one who knows
    my every feeling that exists
    i am naked before you
    without shame
    as pure love always is

    pure love is naked..
    and felicity is not ashamed..

    i like your poem very much...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    I loved the poem, and its sentiments of devotion only add to its understanding
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    thanks all.devotion is paramount to me.so is being real and speaking from the heart.

    and laughing.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Felicity wrote:
    thanks all.devotion is paramount to me.so is being real and speaking from the heart.

    and laughing.

    without a laugh,
    his life did pass,
    as is the way of a fool,
    whose sole possesion
    is a bundle of cash..

    and a heart,
    a heart
    a hard heart
    the steely heart of a mule.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    ssssssss.....snake.....go to the kitchen and get me the book with the snakes.......(allegedly said by ISN to her baby Torin).......you're a snake.....and you forgot the second s in possession.......(A Byatt would be a bit miffed if everyone just forgot their S's....sssss......)......but then.......I totally forgive you cos you've screwed up every word in teh English language so far.....who cares if you do it occidentally.......heheheheheheheh
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    felicity, not just a name...it's what you bring to us with your gorgeous poems filled with light, hope, and love.
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    Very honest and open poem.Straightforward...well--thought out.
    I liked it.
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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