The Poor Woman's Almanack

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Poor Woman

Poor Woman
Location
Anywhere, United States
Birthday
April 29
Title
Social Reformer
Bio
6 Word Bio: RUDELY AWOKEN-- MOSTLY OUTSPOKEN-- REMAINING UNBROKEN ****************************************** My life would shock most people. It is a little known fact that there are quite a number of those on the fringes who may not ever see relief. I am that one you never met, in that we are kept separate by way of societal demands that the poor remain silent, biddable, childlike nonentities without a say as to our care or how it's to be provided. ****************************************** I tend to view things as a selfdisicplined person without advantages. If this won't set with some, then I guess they are not ready to remember who we are as one entity, governed by everyone inclusively. I will not cease to point out any diseased thinking I run across here in the USA. ****************************************** I stand in defense of the weakened, the brutally treated, the denied, the ones for whom life's trial can be too much. I stand with my thought, even when my legs are weakened, my stride not strong. ****************************************** Walk with me on this journey, now, wherein we may ask each other: How much is the value of one person affected by what is generally assumed about them? **** See me also at THE POOR WOMAN'S RETROACTIVE DIARY, (go to LINKS below, if you're interested) a commentary on the level of care I was allowed throughout my time seeking help.

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SEPTEMBER 30, 2010 4:45PM

POEM: Frank New Fire

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caveartavignon

The vertigo of heavy thinking
       makes all things dire appear cureless.
Curiously, we deny any ideal
       which cannot be fathomed in five minutes.

Ultimately, nobody is sure what would be better
       even if they have been fairly sure 
               before all hell has broken loose.
Beset with a dire thought, shallow thinkers everywhere
       fall back, afraid.
They brighten only little.
Their facts may be split in half,
       yet the machinery of their thinking ticks on,
              shallowly burning away our reality at its edge.

The cavedwellers of old saw reality as it happened to be.
They lived with much pain,
       undeceived about what life had in store for them,
              still telling their fireside tales
                     of greatest courage,
                            though they lived steeped in blood.
It is what fueled their story.
Greedy thinking must be weeded out,
       otherwise our shelter will suffer.
This deep thought seems no longer of use in our time,
       having been ditched along with communal life
              with shared fire.
We that live in our separated homes don't see
       or cannot fathom
              how fires go out
                     how friends suffer.
We live on the outskirts of each other's thoughts.
What do I really feel?
Can it be sanctioned by one and all?
What difference does it make?
What difference does our collective grief make?

It is useless to pretend we know what we're doing,
       even though it seemed to be so,
              long ago.

Longer ago than you and I may perceive,
       a band of elders were meeting
              out of doors.
Their heads together, they had a worry,
       but it was shared.
That shared story became their legacy
       to mark an era for others to recall at fireside.

The shark may eat its young today
       as the flotilla of frank denial
              skims by.
Blood may subsume a boat or two.
Shark attacks could redouble.
Are we prepared to allow this to continue?

Don't deny that we aren't careful,
       that our fears are largely baseless
              where the others of the globe are concerned.
How many cave elders does it take
       to realize what's real?
The realities are blood-soaked all through,
       but our doubt frights us off the subject.
Purists want to know,
       Do you know what's real anymore?
       Do you want to hear it anyway?
       What care or cure can you fathom?
When our ears are unstopped of empty thoughts,
       then we might hear each other's pleas for grace.
And when our eyes no longer glaze over from the latest
       farcical amusement,
       then may we see each other in the realest of terms.

Our pleasures lay us low
       in that disordered thinking must result.
And the fire's gone out between us.
Quickly! Somebody hand me a light!

Even the deepest held fellow feeling may be quenched
       by the merest blank refusal.

Of whom do you think when the refusals are made?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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This is one I had already written elsewhere.
Hope it can be enjoyed here.
Are their eldars anymore? Or have the young sharks eaten them too?
Rated with hugs
Linda: Good point. Sharks seem to be everywhere these days, gobbling as they go. It's one war story I wish we didn't have to endure.
cave dwellers and shallow thinkers will never fathom the reality of the shark feeding their reality. this elder enjoyed.
Chuck: Welcome elder! Thanks for coming by! I'm guessing the cavedwellers would have been savvy to any large carnivore's attack, be it from a human source or not. ;)
Glad you enjoyed it.
h-Julie: Thanks, sweetie!
Ah, the dark night of the soul... been there R
Oh this one's just terrific, PW! r.
This was excellent and so true. There are no more "sitting around the fires". We are too busy to learn from the past!
Pavanne: Thanks for dropping by. Our dark night together as a society comes down to the need for further bald faced honesty along with a commitment toward everybody's better care and fulfillment.

Jon: Thanks, my friend!
This is wonderful. Thanks for giving it to us again. R-
Dave: the previously published part is for a different place online. Sorry if any confusion evolved around my wording. i'll go and change it now.
scanner: I LOVE what you're saying here. i mean, not the "excellent and so true" part (well, okay, that too), but your last sentence. Rockin', dude!
"Longer ago than you and I may perceive,
a band of elders were meeting
out of doors.
Their heads together, they had a worry,
but it was shared.
That shared story became their legacy
to mark an era for others to recall at fireside."

Classic!
we need more sharks on our side. nice sharks. with big teeth.
Kit: I'm wowed by your comment here. Thank you for the praise. It is most welcome.

Foolish: I've never heard of any "nice" sharks. But perhaps we could sic some ancient gigundous beasties from cave times on the bad 'uns.
Well, I can dream, can't I?
Beautiful and profound. No truer words have I heard, but I doubt that I deserve this gift. "What difference does our collective grief make?"Just tremendous!
R
This was wonderful - I have to go read it again. Loved this line:
"We live on the outskirts of each other's thoughts"
I'm with Trilogy--this is a great line and feels like the center of this poem: We live on the outskirts of each other's thoughts. I like poems that deal with big thoughts.
junk1: Dear friend, why doubt? But thank you for your such solemn praise. It and you are welcome.

trilogy: Thanks so much. I confess it--it is a favorite of mine as well.

Hells Bells: Thank you for your words of encouragement. I like to dig deep. Keeps my interest. Hopefully, the reader feels the same way. :)
"still telling their fireside tales
of greatest courage,
though they lived steeped in blood.
It is what fueled their story."

reminded of many things here
thank you
This is powerful, PW. Ominously so. I'm afraid we may soon find ourselves forced back to the communal scrabble to survive. We seem to be moving closer every day.
Vanessa: I'm glad you found it so evocative. Maybe of the earliest tales of dragon-slaying?

Matt: Thank you. I'm only sorry it couldn't have a more cheery feel. I guess the truth just is too terrible at times, We tend to ignore what may not be fathomed with ease or in quick time. And, in a lot of ways, I think we are less aware of the world around us than before, owing to our overpopulated globe and our fear. But I see your corollary here, in that our feudalism seems on the rise. Wage slavery is but one of the indications for this trend.
Excellent.
"We live on the outskirts of each other's thoughts." - This is also my favorite part.
heidibeth: Thanks. I'm glad you see it like you do.
"The vertigo of heavy thinking
makes all things dire appear cureless."

Wow! I love that you opened this poem with such powerful and honest words!

The "too hard basket" is where many of the most worthy problems of the world end up.

Well done, PW .... so well done!
Little Kate: Thank you for your kind words. I believe we Americans are up to our ankles in over spillage from your "too hard basket." Time we got our critical thinkers in action once more. Maybe you and I can start a trend. :)
This is wonderful, PW. I agree with Matt. We might live long enough to experience Clan of the Cave Bear 20xx!

Lezlie
"The vertigo of heavy thinking
makes all things dire appear cureless."

Thank you for hearing what I was saying last night. You are wise to read so heavily, we are sinking and medicating reality away. Pain is an indicator of danger, depression because you are starving or beaten is not an illness.

Staying in danger while numb is not a cure, it's certain death.

We are collectively the elder, it is too big for one elder, people have too many different pains but there is one solution; there is enough for all. The planet is healthy, we are what is ailing. We are the elder and there is enough for all. Bless you for saying it so beautifully, it's not too late, nothing but papermoney has crumbled.

Barter system if we must, let the moneymen learn to clean toilets, type letters and hoe rows. I can do that myself, and I can teach it to young ones too. No need to die over pieces of paper.
The vertigo of heavy thinking......oh yes!
Rated. With my tail. :)

All four paws if I could!!!
This has really got me thinking...sharks live on land too!
r
Excellent poem, from one who can't write it for the life of her. There is a definite strength in the feeling of "We're in this together."
rated.
Lezlie: Enough neanderthal types in Congress for you? ;)

janey: I'm glad you found it of value to you.

l'Heure: Well, my friend, it is your own thought which got me started. I had hoped to see you here. And thank you for your most cogent comment. We are, indeed, in trouble, and must buckle down, get back to the basics. I am reminded here of a marvelous book by a man named Coperthwaite: A Handmade Life. He'd be all for it. And thank you again. It is to you I addressed it first.
Just returned from my outing with a good friend. Hope to blog about our day trip soon! Sorry if this meant anyone had to wit for my reply--I'd no idea we were going out till the last minute. My apologies!!!!

Susan: Thank you. It's a feeling I see most of the people in our country avoiding at all costs. better to avert the gaze, place it on things less valuable, like the lives of the stars..... :[

Tink: Thanks, dude! (Say--how would a cat high five someone?)

Poppi: You are so right! And here in the states we call them billionaires, politicos and racketeer bosses. Yep. Too many of 'em. I say, we can't afford to let these guys stay at the top of the political food chain!

Shiral: I doubt you know how well you really do write. :) But thank you for the nice words of encouragement. They are much appreciated. And you're right: sink or swim, we ARE all in this together!
You remind me of Goethe. His last words were, "More light!"
Leon: Wow! What a last line and a hard act to follow his was!!!!
Took me more than five minutes, not to read, but to fathom this. No dissent from me. I got it, 'cos you've got it.