Idiom, Axiom, and Adage
by Jeanne SparksCarreker
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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This poem was inspired by and written for a very dear friend of mine, Andrea Michelle Perry,who has overcome obstacles in her life which many people never even know are the reality faced everyday, often by incredible heroes. She is the main protagonist of this poem, the speaker, who not only grows gradually aware that the true nature of her mate is not a very pleasant one, but who also suffers when realizing the truth of him. This woman stands tall against the awkward shame of it, and overcomes the selfish and brazen actions of her husband by partaking in a similar supposition to his: true love has not found her . . . yet. The woman described in this poem
is a survivor on many levels, as is the gentle heart and disposition of the real woman depicted here, my dearest friend and sister, Andrea Michelle Perry.
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Idiom, Axiom, and Adage
Arrogance and selfishness produce no remorse
And is the reason that I first believed his lie;
Else, how could a man justify himself with others,
But beseech a strong continuance with his wife?
Alexander Pope believed “to err is only human,”
But I believe the idiom is due for refine:
See, the “err” is now fancied by many once dear husbands,
Who once believed only their wives divine.
Covering and through the ambit of unholy Dissolute,
Through ambit of “You are at fault, not I,”
A once glorious face becomes only surface features
As I now have lain with that which lies behind.
Another thinker once believed that time will heal all wounds,
But I believe with time comes only time.
A moment can reveal how thoughtless a man truly is;
How his wife’s no longer the woman on his mind.
Waiting, slowly turning, slowly making my descent
Into the peril I have allowed to be my life,
And finally what I didn’t know I wanted all along
Becomes the focal point of my heart’s eye.
Probably a philandering husband relayed the true notion
That there are plenty of other fish in the sea,
And the woman who stood behind him as his faithful wife
Quietly grasped the possibilities, just like me.
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
5/18/2007 |
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To be cherished with love and commitment and dedication is akin to holiness, itself. To be betrayed by one who pledged their love and life to you is the worst kind of deceit and injury imaginable.
Jeanne, have your dear friend and sister, Adrea Michelle, visit my den and read my article Love and my poems Kiss and A Lovely Rose. In all her hurt, perhaps she will understand that there are men of quality in this life.
Judge the measure of respect and love and tenderness a man shows to his mother. If he falls short by this scale, nothing else matters. Move on.
I feel the pain of dear Andrea and of you, Jeanne, for you would never have been moved to write such a heartfelt poem unless you, too, suffer.
Bless you both,
Richard |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/4/2007 |
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Your verses stand as a respectful and powerful tribute to your friend and sister, Jeanne. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
3/2/2007 |
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Happens round the other way too, but it is a sad state of affairs when peeps bust up their marriage vows..."Till Divorce do us part"..
Conveys the throw away society |
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