Cuddlemii: You seem to have many babies. Are they from the same mother?

Cuddlemii: You seem to have many babies. Are they from the same mother?

Ishilove:
O i'm sure he has a nursery tucked away somewhere.

@Ihedinobi, really good. Keep 'em coming

Ishilove: "My friend, my blood's all over you!"

I love this line!

Keep 'em coming!

Ihedinobi:

Why, thank you milady

Ishilove: I love Betrayal; simple, poignant and straight to the point

Ihedinobi:

Thank you plenty much. The other is more cryptic, isn't it? Tasks one's intellect a bit more, right?

Ishilove:
Exactly! It is not for the intellectually lazy

Ihedinobi:

Tell me what you see in the other one you like more. How does Betrayal come across to you? What do you think the poem means?

Ishilove:
It is what it is; betrayal.

You trusted this fellow and he betrayed you; stabbed you in the back with the things he knew about you. Right?

Cuddlemii: @ihedinobi & ishilove, you can always make use of the chat room on the section.
Its best you have your discourse there instead of derailing your threads.
Its up to you though

Cuddlemii: @ihedinobi & ishilove, you can always make use of the chat room on the section.
Its best you have your discourse there instead of derailing your threads.
Its up to you though

Ihedinobi:

There she goes again

Gloriagee: Cuddlemi, I tell ya there's no need for matchmaking these two. Cyber sparks flying left, right n centre. Get a bullet proof

Betrayal

My friend, my blood's all over you. Fav part too n I luv betrayal too

History

The terror of the moment is shackled in time;
Safe in the past the quakes of the heart.
The words and stories are in volumes bound;
We read, we read, safe from the hound:
The dogs of fear, the pack of doubts.

Vanishing prints and fading shouts:
Their course is run, their mistakes done.

So easy to judge unheeding the sound,
The barking and braying of today's fear-hound.

Ihedinobi: Ok, here's the meaning of History.



That's what the poem is about. It's all about the effect of dwelling upon the past, especially a past not involving the dweller.



All of our dealings with the past events that we examine are remote from us. We can afford to judge the actors associated with the events of the past because we are free from the doubts that assailed their decision-making, the fears that were so present with them.



The actors have done. The facts are evident. History has been written in their words and their actions.



And we in the present are so easily caught up with judging the actions of the players of history, assessing their failures and, sometimes, applauding their wise decisions, while failing to take account of our own current environment and dealing with our own challenges. In other words, we are analyzing our present away.

The Morale

The poem is an analogy. What we do with history is what we do with situations, conditions and environments that we are remote from.

We spend so much energy assigning blame to and applauding actors in a situation that is remote from us, remote mostly in the sense that even if the actions and decisions of the players affect us, we can't do much about it except complain and play arm-chair commentator.

And we do that totally disregarding the challenges of our own unique environment. If we dealt with those challenges truly, we might actually be better positioned to affect the happenings that we are commenting on. This is the reality that the poem seeks to call attention to.


Yeah, I can dig that it's too serious Sorry.......

Ihedinobi:

I once held a little bird;
Such beautiful eyes.
I drowned in those lovely seas of brown.
That sweet little half-cheek smile....

So delicate, so flighty. She scared me
To hold, keep or release.
I rejoiced to hold her in my heart.
That subtle twist at the ankle....

I once held a fragrant rose
Such a heavenly scent
My eyes tear at the memory.
That babyish look when you cry....

Ah, never again to hold...
Ah, never again to give...
Oh, never again to drown
In those lovely seas of brown...
That crazy sense of humor....

Ishilove:
You berra confess, who was this chick that left you? I make bold to say that this poem is obviously about a woman.

Warrapun,she left you for a richer, older, more dashing Knight in toyota armour?

Ishilove:
Wow...really deep

Double thumbs up

Gloriagee: Cuddlemi, I tell ya there's no need for matchmaking these two. Cyber sparks flying left, right n centre. Get a bullet proof

Betrayal

My friend, my blood's all over you. Fav part too n I luv betrayal too

Cuddlemii:

I am happy for both of them. Its certain they are heading to the altar sooner than we think.

Ihedinobi: @ishilove, tease tease don de hungry you, thou naughty gal

Betrayal With you I went a-hunting,
The joy was the sharing.
I was ahead unthinking
But for the game we're stalking.
The knife you held I gave you,
The bullet shot I did too. My breath fades impromptu.
My friend, my blood's all over you.