Richard Lamoureux Poet Quatrain

Miss Communication

There once was, a Miss. Communication
With pleasure she loved to communicate
Writing of love and the wonders of life
Her passion extreme and never sedate

Those afraid, of Miss. Communication 
For she expressed herself with all her might
They banded together, to make their point
Miss Took, Mr. E and yes Mr. Right

Sadly the Kingdom, fell into darkness
For not a single note flowed from her throne
The sound of her music, could not be heard
Miss Communication sad and alone

So the town people, gathered together
Including, one who was Miss. Understood
We looked to her, in hopes of an answer
As she strummed on her harp made out of wood

Miss. Communication, rose to the call
For in the end she knew they were all friends
Because with passion, sometimes lines are crossed
Miss. Communication, never pretends

She felt real joy and her pen regained strength 
Entering again, into the land of dreams
For within, our miscommunications.
It's true, nothing is ever as it seems!



Events of the last few days have left me feeling sad.
Things said that have left people I care about hurt.
Misunderstood people on different sides that are 
really in the end not so different from each other.
Reconciliation comes from listening, in the end
each of us is looking for a place to belong and be
appreciated. Let us choose to act with gentle hearts
and kind words. Being loving is a greater cause than
being right.

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Eileen Manassian October 23, 2015 at 10:11 PM I remembered what triggered this. I thank you for trying to be a peace maker. I'm blessed with your friendship... Richard Lamoureux October 24, 2015 at 12:30 AM I hope this made the point with those concerned. I should repost it based on current events. Your friendship is also appreciated Eileen. Good night.

Honestly J.T. April 26, 2015 at 1:44 PM I really like this poem. Well said -J.T. Richard Lamoureux May 13, 2015 at 3:57 PM Sorry for the delayed response, your comment is most appreciated.

Funom Makama April 26, 2015 at 11:06 AM Sound poetry like a mid night song scrubbing the mind to peace and comfort. I love everything about this page and a 7 definitely. Richard Lamoureux May 13, 2015 at 3:56 PM Sorry for the delayed response. Thanks so much for the kind comment.

Monterey Sirak April 24, 2015 at 4:59 PM I love the way you made the feelings into people. It is hard to watch those we care for hurting. Richard Lamoureux April 25, 2015 at 8:31 AM Thanks Monterey, this just seemed to drop onto the page.

Arthur Vaso April 22, 2015 at 10:06 AM I think when you speak as you have, that it always has an affect, sometimes the message needs to be repeated, has to sink in over time, so sometimes we dont see direct results. It is never a waste to plant the seed of kindness!! :) Richard Lamoureux April 22, 2015 at 10:14 AM Thanks Arthur, much appreciated my friend.

Laura Breidenthal April 22, 2015 at 12:50 AM This was just majestically written, Richard... a truly enjoyable and inspiring poem. I am glad the town people did something about it to help. Coming together through hard times is vital, as well as being a good listener to the passionate people that are hurt and need to express themselves. Always, Laura Richard Lamoureux April 22, 2015 at 8:48 AM Thanks Laura.

Arthur Vaso April 22, 2015 at 12:28 AM I might add, how wonderful is it, to read such a beautiful heartfelt message of wisdom and compassion, inside of such a well written and beautiful poem!A7 Richard Lamoureux April 22, 2015 at 8:49 AM Thanks Arthur, sadly it did not have it's desired effect.

Arthur Vaso April 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM I dated a Miss Communication once, boy could she talk and talk and talk!!! Ok now for the serious part, this only shows what a kind heart you have, and I hope no matter who you are are, me included, you think of this poem anytime you wish to rush to judgement, I will add, "Being loved is better than being right" And when one knows that, isn't being loved what we all truly desire?

Eileen Manassian April 20, 2015 at 8:41 PM Hello, Richard. It's 4:40 am. Can't sleep. Please check your soupmail. Thanks! Hugs Richard Lamoureux April 21, 2015 at 7:42 AM Good morning Eileen or I guess I should say good afternoon. Hugs back to you.

Kp Nunez April 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM An interesting story, Richard. Lessons to be learned here, with plenty to spare. I guess Freedom of Speech is not that free after all. We've learned the Great Power of Words. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility. Now, who said that...:))) Nevertheless, it's true. Henceforth, we should all be vigilant of what comes out of our mouth...and pens, being poets, for that matter. Wishing you, and all of us, an environment where the talent can flourish and be nurtured. 7 Hugs and smiles!:) Kim Richard Lamoureux April 20, 2015 at 9:40 AM Thanks for your thoughtful consideration of my word. Hugs to you as well.

Peter Lewis Holmes April 19, 2015 at 6:06 PM A nice take Richard...and thanks for the comment....Peter. Richard Lamoureux April 20, 2015 at 7:33 AM Thanks Peter.

Charmaine Chircop April 19, 2015 at 3:33 PM An outstanding poem I should read very often.If you only We could listen more with our hearts and not with our minds.... Such an amazing post that i understand and can easily communicate with.To my fvs

Tim Smith April 19, 2015 at 2:52 PM Choose to act with gentle hearts and kind words...Amen.... Excellent my friend... I have been watching from afar Richard Lamoureux April 20, 2015 at 7:32 AM Thanks Tim, our friend needs some support.

Wilma Neels April 19, 2015 at 11:52 AM Powerful and so much truth to this write of yours Richard ;) hope the weekend is a brilliant one.. hugs Wilma Richard Lamoureux April 19, 2015 at 12:12 PM Hugs back to you.

Mama Bear April 19, 2015 at 9:42 AM No one needs to be hurt by unkind and careless words We inherit our relatives but we carefully choose our friends. They are therefore doubly precious. Good for you to be standing up for the hurt in this world Love Mom Richard Lamoureux April 19, 2015 at 9:47 AM Thanks, I love you too mom.