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To Tame The Beast
A wise woman
Tames the classless beast
Like a cat with a moth,
She plays the games,
And only makes demands
When you're ready to fall hard,
Because class isn't something
You learn from a book,
It's inbred,
Passed by generations and genes,
And by realizing you don't have it,
You learn what it means.
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Class is all about how you
Class is all about how you like to handle things, I haven't met a class I couldn't handle my way. ;) loved this! Made me think and giggle! ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Whatever it takes!!!
Whatever it takes!!! Exactly.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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You always inspired me, and crack me up...often at the same time. I love it!!!
Aww..Beavis, that makes me
Aww..Beavis, that makes me smile, because from your writes I see a really down to earth sincere person in you, which is always very precious to find in life.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Well said! Some things you
Well said! Some things you either got it or you don't. Maybe I'm narrowed minded but I don't see how to teach "class."
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Wlliam, I don't think you're
Wlliam, I don't think you're narrow minded at all for thinking that. People live under the misconception that having money or having an education, is the same as having class, and they couldn't be farther from the truth. Class is the confidence that gives a person the sure-footedness of meeting life on life's terms, of facing every problem head on with honesty, sincerity, and integrity spearheading all affairs of importance, but first one has to know what is important...and that's where childrearing and generations of examples of integrity come into play. Someone could be raised by a pack of wolves, but if the wolves had that strength of character needed to obtain "class", then it is possible that person could one day attain it. Unfortunately, integrity is something that goes unrecognised these days --- people have even mistaken that for ego and pride. I know many people who died poor...and classy, and others who rich and classless. It's a choice.
But my poem is about how it gets turned around. The only hope we have at this point is maybe letting people fall hard..and without class, you will undoubtedly in this world we live in today, but if you make demands and they fall...next time, they listen or they perish. Sink or swim.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Respected nightlight1220
Respected nightlight1220.Popped Eye walks with his degrees pasted on the back of his jacket.Books & degrees can give knowledge but not education.I prefer not to chase after "polish" or "shobiz" though often am much tempted.Devil is strong.Attacks from behind with a prong.Tough intriguing question Good nightlight1220 you have posted!!!!! I fully agree that "class isn't something you learn from a book.It's inbred,passed by generations and genes.And (of course) by realizing that you don't have it"...... BTW what was I trying to write? You wrote less & I wrote more!!!! Pygmalion.. Eliza Dolittle from Drury Lane ? She couldn't return to her cubby-hole after being taught/guided by Higgins !!! Me & my evil-smelling mouth!!The Marsh is indeed a weird place consisting of disabled humans(I am one).Sorry for troubling you.Please do not hesitate to hit "Delete"~~~~~~ Bye from Popped ,blinded,grinded friend sailing forever ~~~~~~
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Lmao...oh dear friend you
Lmao...oh dear friend you make me laugh so much... good nite. Thanks for the read and your congenial comment..I will maybe have a "laughing dream" with Eliza Dolittle and the peddlers on the street. "The rain in Spain .... (can stay there...we have had enough this year!)"
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
interesting
interesting. you speak of her fighting a beast, but you don't come out and say what is it is. instead you leave it open-ended for the reader wander, pander, and possibly make it relate to their own lives. well done.
I'm glad you saw that...
I'm glad you saw that... beasts within and without. We all have them. I have a bad habit of being hard on myself over petty stuff, but when I place the wiser woman in me in charge... things always work out better.
...thannkssssss 4the read!! ♥
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "