Fascinating thought Audrey, and it is so true…sometimes one has to turn and walk away. And that can be even more admirable. This is a great ‘thinking mans’ poem…
This poem proved to resonate more than I would have guessed, Randall. You’re the first to call it as I saw this poem. Just as I mentioned…who could blame them? Admirable, of course. However, the romantic in me wants to see them fight til the end. Allow love to win. Ha. I’m stuck with a dreamers mind, Sir. Yes, and you are man’s man, so think away. You’re welcome…
Thanks for visiting and having another chat. I always enjoy spending time replying to your missives. You inspire me. xx
….give me their number. I’m calling staight away. Spill it, Dalo. Their baby brother isn’t a man’s man, huh? My image of you is shattering…do you hear it? 😉 Which planet?
Beautiful explanation, Mr. Collis. Thank you for that… so true. 🙂
To my sisters (and my mom), I will be the little brother forever…just no getting around that 🙂 I’ll complain, of course, but actually I really love it.
Haha. Yeah, I totally understand. Your sisters and I would get along, I bet. I think it’s great, actually. I can completely identify with the older sister vibe. My baby sister will always be the babe. Happens, ya know. And I will always be seen as the mommy, of sorts.
To fly: to soar, to aim for the heavens, perhaps to escape. When one looks so divine in action, need we ask the motive?
Down here on earth: If we are very very lucky, we will have grandkids here to spend the night and we will toast the changing of the calendar with hot chocolate. Best to you, Miss Redhead. BTW, did I ever tell you that a beautiful redhead is the star of my book, The Inlaid Table? Do you act?
I truly hope your night is one for the memory bank, Shari. Enjoy those kiddos and I’m happy to know that you’re in charge of the calendar turning this year. Yay! Thank you. ..my path is determined, indeed. NO?!?! Seriously? I love reading this, Shari. Yes! So awesome…I hope she’s fantastic. I need to check this out, Ma’am. Yep, I do, actually. 🙂
Yes! See? I knew you’d take my side. Naw. Who could blame them? Truly. Yes, I suppose so, but they must promise to return to the fight. I insist upon it.
I agree with Debbie’s comment, that it depends on the circumstances. But if you’re talking about flying like a bird, I’d take that any day. Because that looks like a ton of fun. 🙂
Perhaps it depends on the circumstances, Audrey? I know most times, my Celtic Warrior Princess comes rushing to the forefront, and I’d fight a bear if I had to (usually, that’s over some perceived injustice, or someone I love being mistreated). Other (more rare) occasions, I shrug and walk away. But I think I’d rather fight, to tell the truth, ha!
Always comes down to circumstances, Debbie. Always. Celtic Warrior Princess is an interest, however. I tend to fight when I can, because I rarely get to. Thanks for your input. I appreciate it. xx
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Fascinating thought Audrey, and it is so true…sometimes one has to turn and walk away. And that can be even more admirable. This is a great ‘thinking mans’ poem…
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This poem proved to resonate more than I would have guessed, Randall. You’re the first to call it as I saw this poem. Just as I mentioned…who could blame them? Admirable, of course. However, the romantic in me wants to see them fight til the end. Allow love to win. Ha. I’m stuck with a dreamers mind, Sir. Yes, and you are man’s man, so think away. You’re welcome…
Thanks for visiting and having another chat. I always enjoy spending time replying to your missives. You inspire me. xx
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Ha, ha… If you mention that I am a “man’s man” to any of my sisters, they will laugh you off the planet 🙂
With the poem…great meaning, and it can be tough but true. Admiration (even if filled with sorrow) is what life deserves 🙂
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….give me their number. I’m calling staight away. Spill it, Dalo. Their baby brother isn’t a man’s man, huh? My image of you is shattering…do you hear it? 😉 Which planet?
Beautiful explanation, Mr. Collis. Thank you for that… so true. 🙂
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To my sisters (and my mom), I will be the little brother forever…just no getting around that 🙂 I’ll complain, of course, but actually I really love it.
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Haha. Yeah, I totally understand. Your sisters and I would get along, I bet. I think it’s great, actually. I can completely identify with the older sister vibe. My baby sister will always be the babe. Happens, ya know. And I will always be seen as the mommy, of sorts.
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Yes, the eldest always takes all the pain of breaking in the parents, so the young ones get it a bit easier 🙂
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Of course we do, but we don’t mind. You youngest siblings spend a lifetime making it up to us, you see. 😉
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Ha, ha…yeah, keep on believing that one 🙂
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Oh, you know it’s true. In the end the youngest siblings continue to see us as the Gods/Goddesses we are… 😉
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Happy New Year, Willow. xoxo
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And why shouldn’t they?
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Save themselves, I suppose.
Enjoy your New Year’s Eve, Shari. ♡
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To fly: to soar, to aim for the heavens, perhaps to escape. When one looks so divine in action, need we ask the motive?
Down here on earth: If we are very very lucky, we will have grandkids here to spend the night and we will toast the changing of the calendar with hot chocolate. Best to you, Miss Redhead. BTW, did I ever tell you that a beautiful redhead is the star of my book, The Inlaid Table? Do you act?
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Smiles. No. Thank you for that, my wise friend.
I truly hope your night is one for the memory bank, Shari. Enjoy those kiddos and I’m happy to know that you’re in charge of the calendar turning this year. Yay! Thank you. ..my path is determined, indeed. NO?!?! Seriously? I love reading this, Shari. Yes! So awesome…I hope she’s fantastic. I need to check this out, Ma’am. Yep, I do, actually. 🙂
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They shall be blamed! But sometimes it is better to flee and fight another day, I hear.
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Yes! See? I knew you’d take my side. Naw. Who could blame them? Truly. Yes, I suppose so, but they must promise to return to the fight. I insist upon it.
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Exactly right. Fighting is a must. It’s different not to fight because one is scared…rather than using intelligence to fight another time!
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Can one fight with scared intelligence, Duketh?
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All the time, I think.
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Hmm. Okay.
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Hmmmm. It’s a tough choice, Aud, it really is. Flight is smarter than fight, though, in most civil ways.
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I know, Chum. Flight can be a freeing force. What ever will be will be, I guess. xx
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I agree with Debbie’s comment, that it depends on the circumstances. But if you’re talking about flying like a bird, I’d take that any day. Because that looks like a ton of fun. 🙂
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Yes, and I also agree with Debbie. She makes a valid point. A ton of fun….ha. Totally does, Gus, totally does… 🙂 You make me smile.
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Perhaps it depends on the circumstances, Audrey? I know most times, my Celtic Warrior Princess comes rushing to the forefront, and I’d fight a bear if I had to (usually, that’s over some perceived injustice, or someone I love being mistreated). Other (more rare) occasions, I shrug and walk away. But I think I’d rather fight, to tell the truth, ha!
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Always comes down to circumstances, Debbie. Always. Celtic Warrior Princess is an interest, however. I tend to fight when I can, because I rarely get to. Thanks for your input. I appreciate it. xx
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That is why there are two choices. Would be funny if there was third like: Do Nothing or cry. Nice poem.
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Agreed. Do Nothing or cry…tis what I usually do, I fear. 😉 Thank you, John.
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