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I lived at a time, in my personal opinion, when the men in my culture were not the brightest. They preferred boys over girls but used the females to give birth to their pride and joy, their greatest delight. It was not enough to be less desirable in gender, but females had to compete with other females.
The Biblical record indicates that I gave birth to Jacob's only daughter Dinah and six of his twelve sons. My mother's name is not recorded, but you know me as Laban's daughter and Rachel's sister. My name is not as common as 'Mary or Martha' but perhaps you know someone name Leah. If you do, then you will not mind taking the time to read about me, a lady name Leah.
Case in point. Rachel was my younger sister, and the two of us were given in marriage to the same man. I never held it against her as it was no fault of her own, but because of her beauty, I was not loved by our husband as was Rachel. In a sense, our drama was another form of the beauty and the beast. In other words, my sister was respected and appreciated, but I felt being taken along for the feast. Can you imagine how I felt that first wedding night when Jacob discovered that I was not Rachel? That's right. I was used as a ruse by my father and rejected by my husband. Some things can only be healed by God.
God saw that I was not loved and over time, he moved lovingly on my behalf. There might be a natural principle that says, "Hurt people hurt other people", but there is a higher principle that enables hurt people to heal hurt people. One can rise above 'that loveless feeling', that casted life of both parental and marital abuse. Sometimes we are categorized and treated as the 'least of these', but God sees us differently and allows us to rise like yeast. I was loved by God more than any parent or husband ever could.
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Inevitable that we should reach that age,
when our mind is past the delusional stage,
the Sun has not far to go before setting,
when we reach mystic sixty!
Perception, tolerance and attitudes change,
Fate reads our life book, smiles, turns another page,
Nostalgia floods, will life soon be closing?
when we reach mystic sixty!
Young beautiful, buxom blonde’s high heeled image,
that haunted us all through our early teenage,
but now they all evoke parental feeling,
when we reach mystic sixty!
Leisure times in pub with mates from college,
merry jokes of past days, beer sourced courage,
wise greying hair, eyes with contentment shining,
when we reach mystic sixty!
Our words begin to sound like some old adage,
we learn to handle conflicts and show no rage,
our lives suddenly have a whole new meaning,
when we reach mystic sixty!
All needs are happily met well within wage,
with strangers on lone walks readily engage,
can spend hours in garden digging or weeding
when we reach mystic sixty!!
Have now come a long way, so don't disparage,
enjoy peace and calmness of a seasoned sage,
Some scope for spiritual awakening,
when we reach mystic sixty!
Brian Strand
Completely your choice, any theme any form
Written 13/10/2020
No luminous field of stars tonight and no rain as yet, just booming thunder and the play of light on darkness.
I lay in a grass clearing, watching the sky. Swirling clouds and flashes of light - bright streaks - as far as the eyes can see.
Wind whips the trees, the sky, my hair. Leaves irregularly blow by as if in a hurry or perhaps debris from some strange slow-motion explosion.
I feel at home in this chaos. This angry sky mirrors my mood, my life at this moment. The next few days, next few hours will change everything, for me, or nothing. My future looms suddenly dark, frightening and empty.
Am I really caught in this plan, this parental gravity, this storm, that can upset my entire life, where years of furious work are meaningless??
There is no compass for dreams, they know only passionate directions. I’ve defended them as best I could, like a lioness, a lover, but there’s no stopping a storm.. I guess.
As the rain begins I know one thing.
I will not move.
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A song for this:
Tek It by Cafuné
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note
A summer before 10th grade poem, 2018, my parents wanted to move us back to Shenzhen, China (from Athens, Ga) - for a year. We had more than a few fights and in the end, they went without me. (Yay!)
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if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.
This time of year is hard on many
There is sadness and sorrow
You are not alone
You are never alone
If you need someone to talk with message me or call below
Love Dominates" / Parental Alienation, Suicide Prevention
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A Lollipop Day
A swing stalls mid swings
kicked dirt strewed a ground
a swing seat goes empty
a boy whacks away at clung dirt
~~lawn trails a dusty path,
Blue jeans stand at attention
further treatment closely probed
necessitates a full body turn
involved mother gives a once over
~~okay liberates eagerness,
Parental engagement outlines a day
unnoticed enterprises the mischief
a fresh face glistens on chrome
skewed mouth pose for finger rubs
~~teeth shine on car's trappings,
Innocence mounts the vinyl backseat
a carlock mercilessly rewrites gravity
a body twists and a matchbox car rolls
neath a rear window, movement felt
~~a father's voice sits a boy,
A mother hearkened locks a seatbelt
a town flies pauses, then flies again
a mother leaves a father and the boy
whose eyes are fascinated by spirals
~~a barber's pole swirls,
A squirmish boy enticed to bestilled
snip's squints a boy's mirrored face
as scissors repeatedly being flexed
by a talented barber precise styles
~~a mother's return smiles,
A powdery roughhoused brushing
thoroughly adds a soothing resolve
they wait as a father has his turn
then they leave with shorter hair
~~gust cools heads with ease,
A mother pays as a family leaves
a couple of stops, a few stores later
he now finds himself seated on a swing
a mother directly relieves a barber's gift
~~back-kick swing lifts, lollipop licks.
2020 August 20
It’s funny isn't it how when our children are born as silly as it seems
we have dreams for them well before they ever have a chance to dream.
We see that beautiful baby and so many dreams we quickly conceive…
We really cannot help ourselves…it’s parental nature I believe.
But…as they grow and dream their own dreams
we find there comes a day…
when their dreams become our dreams…
and we put our initial dreams away.
But being parents we continue dreaming…
yes, new dreams are unveiled…
dreams that are more general and a little less detailed.
We still dream with great intensity,
with pizzaz and energy and style!
We dream they will be healthy, wise, kind, generous
and always have a reason to smile.
And even though they’re not living our initial dream…
I mean…how many children do?
It’s funny isn't it…how just knowing they are living their dream
has made our dreams come true.
Cartoons
Saturday morning, early,
we sat around the toob…(tv)
We laughed.
Road runner was too fast,
the coyote was always too slow.
Thundar was a Barbarian,
and Strawberry was a shortcake.
Shaggy chased bad guys,
Scooby was a hero.
Foghorn was a wise rooster,
and hunting season changed quickly.
Marvin was a Martian,
and earth was in the way.
However,
No one got too hurt,
No one thought it was too real,
to steal the truth from our imaginations.
No, no one.
We learned please and thank you…
Con-juction-junction and what happens to a “bill”. (that wants to be a law)
The scariest thing to watch was PBS, where babies come from. (parental permission)
Our evenings were the American Hero, McFixIt the Everything Man,
and where no “man” has gone before.
(no one was mad, as “man” meant humanity…
even clearer, no one had to consider, as it was obvious…why is it no longer that way)
Still, we laughed.
The day we met
You captured my heart
My broken past
With you, i have a new start
We dated some time
Our love made a stance
I was lost in your eyes
Boyfriend, girlfriend romance
We wined and dined
Danced and kissed
Even discussed
Our future exist
We got engaged
Eventually married
Four children we had
You blossomed and carried
We watched them grow
Into fine young souls
Our future want
Parental goals
But where have we been
Where did we go
Our evaporation
Disappearing afterglow
It feels like our hearts
Have said their last goodbye's
For now i feel
Lost in your eyes
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php
Illumination of wondrous delight
Enlightening moments midst wisdom flight…
They commenced by my parents’ teaching light.
Vivid kindergarten nursery rhymes
Became functional with my Mother’s chimes
As Dad reinforced in glad counting times.
Grader’s home works became partnership bliss
Since Mom’s project-aids I never did miss
With Father’s assistance midst “that or this.”
Learning in high school midst challenges’ pain
Turned to triumph with lessons I did gain
Since parents support prevailed of love*-reign.
Reminiscing “learning is fun” at home
I longed for safe educational dome
Where truth around Mom and Dad I did roam.
Grateful to God for fruitful learning zest
I commend parental guidance as best
Inside concern, comfort compassion’s nest
Now, faced with special child’s tutorial spree
My heart rejoices midst mentoring glee
Beholding his milestones along faith’s key.
*Proverbs 3:11-12 My son, despise not the chastening of the Lord; neither be weary of his correction: For whom the Lord loveth he correcteth; even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.
October 17, 2022
8th place, "Your Favourite Rhyming Poem from the second half of 2022" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 2/1/2023.