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The Babe With the Power

************************** * you remind me of the babe * * what babe? * * the babe with the power * * what power? * * the power of voo-doo * * who do? * * you do * * do what? * * remind me of the babe * ************************** (from The Labyrinth) The oubliette you've dug, Kell, is deep, the walls are thick, I wish I had noticed as you built it, brick by brick. Your dungeon is unique because there's only one way out. For years we've thrown you lifelines: I'm sure you heard our shouts. But you just keep on digging, deaf to all our pleas, our rescue ropes can't reach you, blood's running from our knees. You hoard your accusations, a can of worms upon your shelf, but now you can get rid of it because I blame myself. It's time to stop digging, build a ladder now, instead, get off the drugs and alcohol, let reality clear your head. I'm waiting at the top, Kell, my hands and arms out-stretched, my tears run down the walls of your self-made oubliette. ©Danielle White OUBLIETTE: Pronunciation: \?ü-ble-'et\ Function: noun Etymology: French, from Middle French, from oublier to forget, from Old French oblier, from Vulgar Latin *oblitare, frequentative of Latin oblivisci to forget.

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Date: 9/20/2009 7:37:00 AM
Wow, Danielle...this complex poem of such varied thoughts brought to surface in one thought provoking write. (The first part reminded me of dialogue in the old lighthearted movie "Houseboat" (Cary Grant)...then getting so sober with the tearful oubliette...it runs the range of all emotions... Well done! (ps..how are you doing? hope you are keeping well, and hopeful? Best wishes! Carrie
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Date: 9/19/2009 8:41:00 PM
poetic sincerity, nice!...jim
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Date: 9/19/2009 7:33:00 PM
They say only the person who got them selves in this position can pull them selves out. I like the last verse of you poem. God Bless Phyl
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Date: 9/19/2009 4:47:00 PM
This very expressive and descriptive of the topic you have chosen. Keep writing. Sara
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