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Array ( [sid] => 10179 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Anxious and [time] => 2003-01-11 02:40:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sometimes I look at my life
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
The one who purposely sought out
the seat in the very back of the classroom.
Terrified of the morning roll call
because that meant having
to call attention to my presence.
Growing up and then dropping out
of sunday school upon realizing
that politics and money
could smooth over any rough patch
of road in the lives of the more fortunate.
Even if that meant going against the grain
of the wooden crucifix.
Being "perpetually insecure"means
giving up the habit of sucking your thumb
only to pick up the habit of smoking.
The fight for peace of mind begins
as soon as the sound of the alarm clock
violently shatters a window
of the unconscious mind's
luxurious accommodations.
[comments] => 9 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 32 [informant] => POOBEAR [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Anxious and

Contributed by POOBEAR on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 02:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Sometimes I look at my life
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
The one who purposely sought out
the seat in the very back of the classroom.
Terrified of the morning roll call
because that meant having
to call attention to my presence.
Growing up and then dropping out
of sunday school upon realizing
that politics and money
could smooth over any rough patch
of road in the lives of the more fortunate.
Even if that meant going against the grain
of the wooden crucifix.
Being "perpetually insecure"means
giving up the habit of sucking your thumb
only to pick up the habit of smoking.
The fight for peace of mind begins
as soon as the sound of the alarm clock
violently shatters a window
of the unconscious mind's
luxurious accommodations.




Copyright © POOBEAR ... [ 2003-01-11 02:40:00]
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Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by Fwog on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 03:38:38 AM AEST
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Wow!
this is a wonderful write POOBEAR, loved the lines:
"Terrified of the morning roll call
because that meant having
to call attention to my presence."
A reality to many.
Keep up the good work


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by spooky on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 09:48:32 AM AEST
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scholl.church politica,,i agree in the bible,,and what the lord say's,,but sometime we must walk away from the igorant,,
but not to be blind to life,,well written,,strong message,,a friend in words,,spooky


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by juliette on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 12:48:32 PM AEST
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I totally enjoyed reading this one! I am 25 and only 4'10 tall so I understand the references to insecurity. When I was 17, I was kicked out of my youth group in a non-denominational church, for dating a Catholic, so the references to hipocracy in religion tickled me too. This is a good, meaningful write! Thanks for sharing.
juliette


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 01:26:41 PM AEST
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Terrific poem, Poohbear..Like Fwog said, these lines apply to me..--->
"Terrified of the morning roll call
because that meant having
to call attention to my presence."
I still hate drawing attention to myself....
Jenni


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by wyrd_faerie on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 02:33:16 PM AEST
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this is such a good poem...i loved the last 5 lines...they were amazing...well done...


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 12:39:37 AM AEST
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Wow......this is beautifully written....The whole poem is very nicely put together , your talent shines through your poetry ....thanks for writing this one i enjoyed it tremendously....
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by Steve_Class on Wednesday, 15th January 2003 @ 05:16:57 PM AEST
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"Terrified of role call,,," sounds like something I'd write... e.g. predictable. Now "The fight for peace of mind begins
as soon as the sound of the alarm clock
violently shatters a window
of the unconscious mind's
luxurious accommodations. " That can only be described as sheer brilliance. Bet you didn't that coming. Look forward to reading more of your work in days to come.


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Wednesday, 22nd January 2003 @ 09:11:05 AM AEST
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Hello Lynn,
It's good to be reading one of your poems again...and how you have grown as a writer! This is a compelling piece that many can identify with but few could write so meaningfully. I can see by all the comments here that your writing is at last being noticed.
Love as ever, Chrissie x


Re: Anxious and (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Tuesday, 28th January 2003 @ 04:37:53 PM AEST
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Now normally I can't take the depth of (what I call) these "soul" poems. They're so deep and full of meaning and I am a coward.
But this I actually enjoyed because it finds a strength to keep going. I too have a refuge (yes after nearly eighty years) it was only my model railway (don't laugh) but now I also have YPDC.




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