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when thousands
of us
go to a concert
we become one
yet
when we leave
we become
fractured
we become
undone
we quietly forget
that feeling
of unity
that feeling
of respect
that feeling
of being
that feeling
of feeling

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Concerts

Contributed by drone on Tuesday, 13th November 2018 @ 09:20:05 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Why is it
when thousands
of us
go to a concert
we become one
yet
when we leave
we become
fractured
we become
undone
we quietly forget
that feeling
of unity
that feeling
of respect
that feeling
of being
that feeling
of feeling

We Are One

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Re: Concerts (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 16th November 2018 @ 04:52:22 AM AEST
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The last time I felt unity among Americans was 9-11. We were, for a very short time, a family. We had a common bond.
Like your concert and your poem proclaims, it is an elusive and fragile emotion to unite multitudes.
We must experience something far greater than ourselves so we can rise above our fondly held ideals, suspend our beliefs, and trust in one another.
Probably the closest to the garden of Eden we will ever get. I love this poem. It touches us all.
softerware

Re: Concerts (User Rating: 1 )
by nightwolf on Friday, 16th November 2018 @ 10:02:13 PM AEST
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Sadly unity is a short lived experience. Good write

Re: Concerts (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 18th November 2018 @ 05:35:07 AM AEST
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when I went to see Frank Zappa,
well, the whole affair before hand was
unique. It was in a small auditorium
at Meadow brook in the town of Rochester Michigan.
We parked from far away, and it was at night
If I remember it right.
The feeling I remember was one of the
sixties, and a certain life style, as well as one being off into the future.
Free Speech, the idea of political corrective language was in full bloom, and I was in college.
And certainly before hand I was thinking of coming to some kind of conclusion,
while at the same time waywardly thinking back to his concert in San Francisco at the
Filmore West, and then there they were,
just then, at that very moment, kind of if you will,
in the Midwestern state in good old Michigan.
In Michigan, would I stay, would it satisfy my
logical beliefs in anything, regarding getting a good
job, what a monstrous thought, to be reckoning
with and with me thinking I only needed a little
subconscious pick me up, in a musical kind of way
don/'/t you know..
You have to move all that crew and stuff, from city to city, just to sing, but how could you if no one wanted
to witness such. Yes it took a lot of money to move
any good band across the far and wide expanses
of our country, yes, along with what they now
call a certain special thing, the magic dust of connectivity--- nudge nudge facebook.
but they did not have the internet back then.
Nor did they have any, la la la, smart phones.
But hey, that/'/s okay, I brazenly thought back then
walking back to our car after the concert that night.

Peace!

Re: Concerts (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Sunday, 18th November 2018 @ 04:23:09 PM AEST
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This is so true! It/'/s amazing. Such a divided time these days but gong to a show, people forget that divide and just be...people.

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