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We See Life The Same Yet Differently From Time to Time

Updated on December 11, 2016

Please grow up and do it right!

Interesting this stuff called life
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Conformity is lost on me

What a blast I have been having checking out and trying different poetry. They are so cool. But I had trouble with them. They did not resonate with me. Yes I will keep trying and reading. When I read a few efforts to my wonderful bride of get sophisticated. But maybe it is possible that the eighth grader in all of us will find some comfort here. Please take a moment to say a short poem about how wonderful you are.a good little time, she said yuk! She said that maybe I was doing it right but that it sounded stupid to a gal who does not like poetry, but loves ancient rhyming songs from Vietnam. She told me to stop being who I was not, and write the poems that a country girl like her fell in love with. I reckon I am doomed to a rhyming art form that school kids wrote. Maybe I am destined to walk the backroads in bare feet and never

My musician son told me this song had bad structure, as he taught me to play the piano to it and sing harmony for family at Thanksgiving. We only had a bad ole'

Let My Soul Go

Our Notion of The Circle of Life

I came to it perhaps too early in life

But I did not come to it out of strife

Oh the doctors said life would be cut short

And like a dying man I was to comport

Should I envision swirling winged creatures?

Or will earthly things all change their features?

Must I hurry about and complete a bucket list?

Should I look for one more romantic tryst?

It seems to me that I love my life

And it seems to me that I love my wife

Children far and wide are close to me

Should I this life choose to flee?

Not even in exchange for a longer time

Will I alter this life of mine.

Perhaps there is a wheel of living

Who am I to question the giving

I see the wheel and I am not a cog

There is only an outer path that I may log

My life is not the circumference of the cycle

Just my little part seems to be a miracle

So long I lived thinking life was completed

When my first and last breath were meted

Now I know you will love me all the way

Round and round with no dismay

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      whonunuwho 4 months ago from United States

      Eric we may learn a lot by listening to Louis Armstrong. He said a lot with few words and in musical harmony.Thanks for sharing this and poetry. Blessings. whonu

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      ThreeKeys 4 months ago from Australia

      Enjoyed your thoughts and the poetry eric:.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Whonu, Louis has always been an inspiration to me.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Threekeys I appreciate you coming by and letting me know with a positive comment.

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      Bill Holland 4 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Can you imagine how boring life would be if everyone agreed with me? Blah! Give me non-conformity and differing views any old day.

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      Tim Mitchell 4 months ago from Escondido, CA

      What is cool about poetry each reader reflects and many times do so with empathy. They not only receive a message, but they feel being the poet. In the days past here at HP when carousing with poets I used a one word comment most of the time.

      Nice!

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      Linda Lum 4 months ago from Washington State, USA

      Eric, you caused me to consider something that I knew in my heart but had not uttered aloud until now--our lives do not end when we take our last breath.

      As long as you are loved and remembered, your life continues on. That is why I feel that writing so important--years after you and I depart this earth our words will still be here for someone to read and reflect on. And so those thoughts and ideas that we express now, which are a part of who we are, will continue and, in a small way, so will we.

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      Mel Carriere 4 months ago from San Diego California

      I dig your rhymes. I somehow escaped the Post Office's attention and I am enjoying a day off for the first time in a long time. Even Sundays are no longer sacred. Keep your words flowing, don't chicken out because others don't get it. Great stuff.

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      Clive Williams 4 months ago from Nibiru

      Nice poem. Blessings to your Mr eric.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Bill, I had to think on this one. I think I would be OK with a life of your boring!

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank Tim. I kind of like one word sentences. Maybe I will give that a go!

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Linda, yes, for a long time I considered death as the finishing of the circle. Now I do not believe that even birth, life, physical death and life after even come close to a full circle. I feel there is even more that our wonderfully small brains can conceive.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Mel, glory be!! A day off in December for our men in blue? I offered my Post Lady the use of my trusty pack mule but she was afraid it would be too heavy for him.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Clive I adapted you latest to be age appropriate and my son could not stop laughing, thanks

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Your poem reflects the questions we all ask concerning our timespan on mother earth. I don't think a hundred years would be enough, yet we are excited at the prospect of another journey free of stress, pain and the uncertainty of tomorrow. We do see life differently, but we all are so much alike in different ways. You did good again!

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      Dana Tate 4 months ago from LOS ANGELES

      Sometimes I feel that I will not live long enough to accomplish all the things I want to do. Then, other times I feel like life is too long. As a child my grandmother would become weary sometimes and I would here her say she was tired and ready to go. That shocked me because all I heard was someone was ready to die. Now I know she was ready to rest and then go to the next level, whatever that would be.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Ruby, it is not something I express very often as there is no way to say it right during a time of loss, but I just cannot grieve death of physicality. And I used to cry at commercials (I have not seen one years so who knows)

      And yet I grieve mightily when I know of suffering.

      And yet I do the gym thing, the organics thing, the tea thing, the check ups thing and drive like a Sunday School teacher. No way do I want to die!! And I reckon I do not want to have any of my children fatherless.

      Perhaps I am greedy and want the good stuff for as long as I can.

      But I will not grieve for the opportunities that are begotten in death.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Dana, you remind me of the other night when my young son did his first snooping on dad and mom having a private conversation. He could not help but let the cat out of the bag and ask a question. (I am glad that he did) We were having one of those conversations about God allowing death, actually realities and accepting medical fate. Cancer in the family makes you have those. And having a precocious little boy makes you wish you had them without him in the house.

      So his big question was when I was going to die. Well he already gets the idea of the Holy Spirit and our own soul not dying. He wanted a date certain. So I gave him one. His eyes opened big and he said "That's like forever!!". I told him that when he was in his teens it would feel like that ;-)

      Life is good.

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      Chitrangada Sharan 4 months ago from New Delhi, India

      I always find your hubs very inspirational and full of insightful thoughts and this one is no different. Your poem is wonderful and a welcome change.

      Thanks for sharing!

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you my friend, it is very good to hear from you. I hope all is well.

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