Richy
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2014-02-16
03:13 PM
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The baby stands and he tussles, with gravity
And every inch afterward we pierce through that force
We don’t have a choice we are pressured to do so
I guess that’s another reason they call gravity a force
I’m not trying to lighten the gravity of the situation
But it is hard to be free when you live in a pressure cooker
We’re just a collection of proteins and vegetables
The onions are crying
And the rest are just stewing about in their juices
If only gravity was lighter I could lose a few pounds
And put the spare tire back in the trunk
But then gravity is, weight
As in the preciousness of mettle
How gold is your contribution
How much does your worth, weigh
Gravity is a wall that is holding us back
Until we are ready
Sure we can fly if we put a saddle around an engine
It’s just finding more hay to fuel all those horses that’s tricky
That’s, the story of our life
Always bewildered, in search of the fodder
Sometimes our faith makes us gradually gravitate
Across all the darkness to those with more mass
Otherwise, we drift
Inside of avoid
Gravity teaches patience
It holds us under, a blanket of wait
Toward the end, our own gravity of moment and life
Pushes us down
Beneath the grounds, of reason
Into our, very own grave
A grounds, for dismissal as it may
A yard full of bones with those sticks and those tomb stones
Down below, where only darkness shrines
Rows of markers and final words
The poetry of man, written in lines

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OwlSA
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2014-02-16
05:37 PM
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Much enjoyed, Rich, amongst many laughs. If we are all vegetables, may I please be a turnip?
Owl
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Richy
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2014-02-16
05:45 PM
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i had you more as an eggplant Diana but either way.. haha
thanks for the kind review

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Lori Grosser Rhoden
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2014-02-16
08:49 PM
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That one I just had to read to my daughter-it was a classic Richy-She loved it too! Thanks for the moment.
Lori 
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Richy
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2014-02-16
09:20 PM
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awwww how special.. i bet she's going to be a wonderful poet like her talented mommy..
thank you Lori, and daughter

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Bluesy Socrateaser
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2014-02-17
02:48 AM
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Great wordsmithing Richy! ...just bein' Bluesy
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latearrival
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2014-02-17
11:40 AM
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I love your play on words but, Oh Richy, I could not bear to think I would be down under deep within the ground,
with only rows of name markers. It is too dark and sounds so finite.
I would dread to be seen only within a granite placemark that bore my name.
I am free outside
I would choke and not be able to breath or see the world around me.
I need to gulp and take in the air and sounds of birds chirping and sense the smell of roses.
I live in the outside world.
Please keep me here.
cremate me and send
me up in holiday pyrotechnics
Where I would turn and twirl and light up the sky in my last dance of freedom .
If I then come down to earth and fertilize the ground
or land in water and feed the fish, I would have done my last good deed. Thanks for the encouragement to help me to see where I need to be. Jo
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Bluesy Socrateaser
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2014-02-17
12:59 PM
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Beautiful thoughts became extraordinary poetry Miss Jo. quote: I could not bear to think I would be down under deep within the ground,
with only rows of name markers. It is too dark and sounds so finite.
I would dread to be seen only within a granite placemark that bore my name.
I am free outside
I would choke and not be able to breath or see the world around me.
I need to gulp and take in the air and sounds of birds chirping and sense the smell of roses.
I live in the outside world.
Please keep me here.
cremate me and send
me up in holiday pyrotechnics
Where I would turn and twirl and light up the sky in my last dance of freedom .
If I then come down to earth and fertilize the ground
or land in water and feed the fish, I would have done my last good deed.
...just bein' Bluesy
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OwlSA
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2014-02-17
02:40 PM
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Giggles, Rich! I would be OK with being an egg-plant (brinjal, right?), but I really would prefer to be a turnip!
Owl
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OwlSA
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2014-02-17
02:41 PM
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Martyjo! Your response is a poem in itself! Just beautiful!
Owl
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Richy
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2014-02-17
08:22 PM
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thank you Socrateaser for all the wonderful support i really appreciate it

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Richy
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2014-02-17
08:25 PM
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Awwww Jo what a beautiful reply..
yes being cremated sounds so much more poetic.. but im just afraid of burns..
either way, ashes to ashes and dust to dust we all end up being part of the cycle of life either way..
loved your poem, thanks so much for sharing that here it was very endearing..

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Richy
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2014-02-17
08:35 PM
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Diana, did I ever tell you that my brother’s daughter was anise
I think I would be a mushroom because I’m a fungi haha
Now I’m thinking you should be a pinto bean.. because of your love for horses..

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JerryPat2
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2014-02-23
03:44 PM
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Ahhh . . . Mankind likes to take the world on by sheer force as though we are capable of doing very much about how things god. We think we do, but no, we do not. The earth will be here long after we are gone. We can't destroy it, although we heartily do try.~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~
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Richy
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2014-02-23
04:05 PM
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the sad thing is i dont think we can keep from destroying, ourselves..
maybe intelligent life forms are more a cancer than a hope
it makes one wonder if we ever deserved to exist in the first place
im all for mother earth..
it all was going to end tomorrow, id be sad for humanity, but happy, for her
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