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What an assorted set of poems. And such command over the subject of each
posted by
Straightforward
on May 5, 2012 at 12:41 PM
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Re Bill
I could have told you not to go out without an umbrella Bill; it is a mirage.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 5, 2012 at 7:23 AM
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CCT
I’m dreaming of composite people and those I know make appearances. And then strangers appear sir. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on May 5, 2012 at 2:03 AM
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CCT
Excellent. Ooh my funny bone! You’re a wild and crazy guy sir! BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on May 5, 2012 at 2:02 AM
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Re: SAM
Sam there are lots of things we don't really understand about the mind, all those soldiers who come back from war, the lucky ones can just put it aside as you say with Christopher if only he could have grieved for his uncle in the normal manner, things might have been so different. I suppose we make our own illusions if they are not dealt with normally. Hope you're feeling better, your writing appears to suggest this is the case.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 11:03 PM
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FS yes it is a creeping malady, unfortunately the victim tries to hide the symptoms until it becomes unbearable. I believe there are some very good drugs to counteract this, but not all doctors are sympathetic.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:56 PM
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Re: Kabu
Thank you,Kabu, sadly some are never able to release emotion ever, a lot of problems are probably caused through this.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:51 PM
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Amazing insight on the poem after reading of the tragic accident you witness. The upper lip is a killer but I think it is important that you figured it out and can finally get a release from the pain it caused! I couldn't help but think that post traumatic stress syndrome as well! I know what you say when one is too young to know how to grieve. Christopher went through that when his uncle passed away. We pleaded with him to go to counseling and he refused. Then he told me that he went to Afghanistan to honor his uncle. If he would have dealt with the issues at the time he may have saved himself the grief of war. So, he had a support system but you had to go yours alone. The idea of counseling was not the way in your childhood, and I suppose folks would have wanted to be tough and not show the emotion! Then years later one realizes what has transpired and you have to go through it again to get the needed healing! WOW! Just a vicious circle it seems! My heart goes out to because that was a tough thing to witness. sam 
posted by
sam444
on May 4, 2012 at 10:46 PM
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Re: .Wiley
Lo, Wiley, fortunately I managed to overcome that problem, yes you did write about your horrific tasks, I should think no one else volunteered
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:44 PM
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Re: Taps
Taps it just shows how an incident like the the one you experienced, where you were really not affected, does mark a child, even very early in life when one does not have the initiative to wrestle with the problem or solve it.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:41 PM
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Re: Troosha
Thank you Troosha, I guess we learn the hard way,
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:38 PM
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Re: BRIGHTIRISH
Thank you B/I one learns somethings quite late in life. The mighty seas that wash away our pain when nothing doth appease.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:32 PM
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Re: Pat
Thank you Pat, I saw my father cry once in his life and that was when his own father died. Men did not cry when I was growing up, it was supposed to be an an effeminate traite. Strangely the therapy is beyond belief.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2012 at 10:22 PM
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I've known of a few who have OCD. It's been quite tough on them...It's tough when sadness is not our release.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM
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Terrible experience for anyone, let alone for a little child and then not
to talk or cry ever and release some emotion. your poem is wonderful writing of emotion.
posted by
Kabu
on May 4, 2012 at 7:42 PM
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Chiff.Chaff.
That poem was so very real and I am sorry about your OCD, I have what is called PTSD myself from crash scenes in the air-force but I'm sure I wrote about that. I take little pills too my friend, God Bless you
posted by
WileyJohn
on May 4, 2012 at 6:48 PM
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Beautiful poem! Well done. It is so difficult for a child to see someone violently killed. When I was young my sis and I were waiting for my mom to get through getting a permanent at the beauty shop and she let us go next door to the ice cream shop for a cone. We came out with our ice cream just as a woman was hit by a car in the street and killed. She had a pink turbin on her head, and for years and years I had nightmares of a still white face and a pink turbin and lots of excited people and an ambulance siren.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 4, 2012 at 1:54 PM
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The stiff upper lip can be a killer. But we all do it from time to time – shove down some important feelings or emotions.
posted by
Troosha
on May 4, 2012 at 1:29 PM
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Hi .. This poetry is lovely and makes one feel that their tears should be shed before they flood the memory. Have a Good Day!
posted by
BrightIrish
on May 4, 2012 at 11:26 AM
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I especially like the line "stiff upper lip is a killer."
Too right! It's a sad fact of life that we have to learn to grieve, to discover that there's more to everything than we imagined when we were young and insulated from much.
posted by
Pat_B
on May 4, 2012 at 10:00 AM
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