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Post by thistooshallpass on May 18, 2017 20:38:47 GMT -5
Your body was a place I once called home.
Like the neighborhood of my childhood days.
Every street; every corner, was so well known.--
It was there where I never lost my way.
Your body was my playground full of thrills.
Like the old schoolyard of my boyhood days.
Every day; every night, I remember still.--
It was there where I always loved to play.
Your body was my refuge where I felt secure.
Like the room where I slept, in my young man days.
Every whisper; every secret, was safe for sure.--
It was there where I loved to dream away.
Your body was a temple where I'd always go.
Like a sacred place where the faithful pray.
Every fear; every tear, I was free to show.--
It was there where I'd always find my way.
Your body is a memory of a joyful past.
Like a good life lived from cradle to grave.
Every minute; every moment, I hoped would last.--
It was there where forever I wished to stay.
TTSP
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Post by h on May 18, 2017 21:45:22 GMT -5
But now that body must be hid.
Beneath the back yard trees of shade
Until the smell of decay fades
And a new life I have made
And of the old one, I am rid.
(Maybe this belongs in the other thread)😁
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Post by thistooshallpass on May 18, 2017 23:26:28 GMT -5
But now that body must be hid. Beneath the back yard trees of shade Until the smell of decay fades And a new life I have made And of the old one, I am rid. (Maybe this belongs in the other thread)😁 Good tree fertilizer. lol Sorry ... couldn't help myself. Good verse too. :-) |
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Post by greatcoastal on May 19, 2017 13:02:49 GMT -5
Sadly a different body comes to mind. Not the one I pledged myself to for 24 years. The body of a woman who gave me her body freely, but the pledge day didn't happen.
The bright part is ,the reality that it is possible with someone new.
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Post by thistooshallpass on May 19, 2017 13:30:02 GMT -5
Sadly a different body comes to mind. Not the one I pledged myself to for 24 years. The body of a woman who gave me her body freely, but the pledge day didn't happen. The bright part is ,the reality that it is possible with someone new. A bittersweet experience that opened up to you a positive reality. It's good that you can see the bright side of things. I am one to believe that anything is possible. |
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Post by lwoetin on May 20, 2017 23:25:01 GMT -5
This poem is beautiful and sad. Sounds like the faithful continued his worship and admiration of her body. What was the reason the good times ended?
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Post by thistooshallpass on May 21, 2017 10:26:12 GMT -5
This poem is beautiful and sad. Sounds like the faithful continued his worship and admiration of her body. What was the reason the good times ended? The good times ended when I realized that I was worshipping and admiring a goddess of indifference. |
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Post by lwoetin on May 21, 2017 15:19:53 GMT -5
This poem is beautiful and sad. Sounds like the faithful continued his worship and admiration of her body. What was the reason the good times ended? The good times ended when I realized that I was worshipping and admiring a goddess of indifference. seems like there wasn't much difference in the beginning for worship to occur. She was a willing participant. Something caused the indifference later. (For me, it was wife's focus on children, perimenopause, my shortcomings, etc... Things we deal with to live happily ever after into eternity and beyond.) |
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Post by thistooshallpass on May 21, 2017 15:43:57 GMT -5
The good times ended when I realized that I was worshipping and admiring a goddess of indifference. seems like there wasn't much difference in the beginning for worship to occur. She was a willing participant. Something caused the indifference later. (For me, it was wife's focus on children, perimenopause, my shortcomings, etc... Things we deal with to live happily ever after into eternity and beyond.) Yes. She was always a willing participant. But willing is not the same as wanting, needing, or desiring. At some point it dawned on me that she had a take it or leave it attitude towards sex and intimacy. The indifference was always there. I just didn't see it and/or chose not to see it. I used to put people on pedestals (including her), until I learned to see people and situations for what they truly are. Occasionally, I have to remind myself that people and situations are never quite how they seem until you have enough time and experience around them. I hope what I'm trying to express makes sense. I don't always express myself clearly. |
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