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Emptiness of Living

The confusion of the living
With its sad and futile passions;
Is wearing out the people
As a woman wears out fashions.

What men have taken from the many
Is now the property of few;
The commandment not to covet
Is what men now love to do.

The dream of being equal
Would give abstinence from pain;
But they counted all the cost of things
That were not theirs to gain.

The landscape of life's summit
That bathed itself in glory;
Has told us what we now can see
With judgment on the story.

All the banal thoughts
Of self-righteous grasping men;
Never found the satisfaction
In truth written by a pen.

The friends we have today
And those that we once knew;
Are not more than the memory
That we once listened to.

Believe the fleeting moments
Find what they never gave;
For the sins of selfish living
Finds no comfort in the grave.

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  1. Date: 10/16/2012 3:01:00 PM

    Very insightful, Lizzie! Unfortunately, most people (at least those you refer to) only live for the moment... with only thoughts for themselves, and nothing for others... the 'truth written by a pen' is beyond their horizon... Terry (Great poetry!)

  1. Date: 7/24/2012 11:21:00 PM

    Love it ,,,,, awesome ,,,,love the flow ,,,, love the words,,,,, love the truth in your words ;} XXXXXX

  1. Date: 7/7/2012 7:23:00 AM

    In awe of your poetic ability Elizabeth,last stanza is brilliant. Anne

  1. Date: 5/30/2012 11:40:00 AM

    Hi Elizabeth just dropped in to read some more of your work like this very much quite intense, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 5/28/2012 12:16:00 PM

    Powerful stuff! Your insights, and your ability to convey the truths that many won't see or acknowledge, is the mark of a seasoned poet who will not be compromised. BRAVO Elizabeth! Luv, Keith :)

  1. Date: 5/6/2012 2:42:00 PM

    It is quite a different world than the one we grew up in. Materialistically getting better but the cost is just too much.

  1. Date: 4/9/2012 10:40:00 PM

    I am not sure If I had seen this one before, but I would think I'd have remembered it. This is really great writing and a most truthful message!

  1. Date: 4/3/2012 10:53:00 AM

    beautifully penned!

  1. Date: 4/2/2012 2:04:00 PM

    awesome, as ever, my friend. thanks for sharing your story - a true miracle

  1. Date: 3/23/2012 1:49:00 PM

    Hello Elizabeth. I hope you are doing well. I've not been getting time to write lately as I've been busy with work. Although I do visit your poems from time to time as they are so refreshing after a hard day's work. Like this beautiful poem you have written. Never found the satisfaction In truth written by a pen" There is always so much truth in your words Elizabeth. Brilliant write!

  1. Date: 3/16/2012 4:34:00 PM

    how much suffering, do i need, for my grasping, nastiness unsung, how much aching payback, 4 word n deed, before me spirit's, sprung, escaping from this pathetic weed, a hell on earth is yet decreed, suffering now getting up to speed, if i preferred, be hung:) song of one bung lung is sung.... thank you Elizabeth Wesley," Emptiness of Living,".... Don

  1. Date: 3/2/2012 6:46:00 PM

    powerful poem Lizzie, the mood is somewhat sad yet hopeful.

  1. Date: 2/27/2012 3:06:00 PM

    Wow. I am definitely amazed as usual. Very well written. - JH

  1. Date: 2/26/2012 2:38:00 PM

    I do not wish to dig a hole just to place my lustful soul. The sun shines to bring light within. As grey clouds try to cover sin. Thank God the air's still fresh enough. To cleanse our soul when it gets rough. The hope that lyes just beyond hope. Eternally glows to help us cope. soup

  1. Date: 2/25/2012 5:22:00 AM

    Sad! Yet so true, Elize. How are you my dear. I know I haven't been posting for a while now, but I always love going through your stuff. You've given this one a superb ending.

  1. Date: 2/20/2012 9:09:00 AM

    I wish all of people in this world read this poem and take every sip of it inside their souls, they would act more humanly. I can smell politics and humanities here, Elizabeth. Loved this! :)

  1. Date: 2/19/2012 6:39:00 PM

    Oh wow. The genious of your pen defines the ultimate dual of life and happiness and the unusual conspiracy of life without living and all the things worshipped and taken for granted. Simply splendid!!

  1. Date: 2/16/2012 11:36:00 PM

    What an insightful poem Liz. I am enjoying your book I am reading on my Nook...pretty sappy huh? But, in truth your book is wonderful and I do still want a hard copy too. Haven't heard from you and hope you are not ill, but just busy. Blessings, Connie

  1. Date: 2/13/2012 11:21:00 PM

    Amen and Amen and Amen. From one to seven I give this a 10. Great job here Liz. Encore. God Bless, JB

  1. Date: 2/10/2012 10:07:00 AM

    You are so right Elizabeth, man has lost the plot so to speak, i'm sure they look for sophistication, if only to dupe common folk. yet all we need is sheer common sense. love this poem, you certainly have made us all take note, that there is someone very special amongst us here on soup. buying your book soon. harry

  1. Date: 2/9/2012 7:50:00 AM

    Hey, Miss Lizzie, I know you don't read the blogs often... please take a peek. I've put up a picture of your book, and I speak briefly of the purchasing process, my experience with and the briefest glimpse into Polished Stones. Big Hug to you, Cyndi. How's the painting going? Do you paint still life, landscapes, portraits?

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 7:45:00 PM

    times,i try to figure you our but your complicated. i can't seem to figure you out. sometimes greateness others a compleate blank. which is it.

    wesley Avatar elizabeth wesley Date: 2/9/2012 6:36:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Don't know myself John, perhaps an enigma?
  1. Date: 2/8/2012 12:58:00 PM

    Awesome piece, as ever, my friend. I love truths written by your pen!

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 12:02:00 PM

    Powerful words here dear poet ! May I never appear "banal" before you ! *smiles* Really good work here Elizabeth..Have a wonderful day my friend....much love, james

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 5:43:00 PM

    Yeah yeah those dam men...........Hey wait a minute, just kidding. Nice job

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 5:40:00 PM

    Obviously the truth is known by yourself I see by the content of your beautiful poem, Elizabeth. So few will acknowledge, however, the seriousness of the times. The rewards of standing up for the truth will be obvious also, Thanks for your support, Elizabeth, Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 5:07:00 PM

    Ive read and reread your poem and liked the way you presented these truths about human frailties. Mankind needs black and white reminders like this in our faces to hopefully eventually hit home though it's been like you have written since man first set foot on earth. the last line to your poem is the bottom line of it all.Selfish living finds no comfort in the grave. Nice going Lizzie. Thank you so very much for your encouraging comments on my poems. I enjoy getting comments from sensible, wonderful poets like yourself. love ya - Bob

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 4:43:00 PM

    So very true Elizabeth and so well put- thank you it rings of Ecclesiastic warning of the vanity and emptiness without Christ- love and grace and thank you for your loving support, Brenda : )

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 2:58:00 PM

    remembering the friends we use to have, the ones we spent our money on. the kids that use to come around, until the big crack down. the games we use to play, before the injuries became a plague. and keeping up with jones' the required play. i could just go on and on...

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 2:54:00 PM

    Mrs. Elizabeth, so wisely penned that lust of material that most now possess and have lost the lust and zeal for life and spirituality. But it is written in the heart and upon the heart by dark forces, and then the hand moves to cover their works with straw. Excellent poetry, love the message here.