Day: March 13, 2018

PLEASE STOP!!! WATCH THE INTERVIEW OF JENNIFER WILLOUGHBY AND THE READING OF HER POEM “AND SO I STAYED” IN THIS TV INTERVIEW – DON’T MISS THIS!!!

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Please find the interview segment here:
http://www.msnbc.com/the-last-word
(MSNBC, March 12, 2018 The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell – select the Jennifer Willoughby segment)

Please watch the whole segment and Jennifer’s interview towards the middle .  Then share/reblog this with all of your family and friends that love and care about the women in their lives and in America!

Jennifer Willoughby is an Ex-wife of high profile White House advisor Rob Porter and in this interview she explains her moving experience and ends with the first public recitation of her heartwrenching and powerful poem – “And So I Stayed”.

In the year 2018, in America there are very large numbers who still want to hide their eyes and cover their ears to the issue of the physical, verbal and emotional abuse of women.  The wives, mothers and daughters in our country are subjected to abuse and then forced to deal with institutional bias and shame from religious and social beliefs that demean and degrade women and the reality of their lives.

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Raise Up Women’s Voices
Chuck Lindholm

http://www.msnbc.com/the-last-word
(MSNBC, March 12, 2018 The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell – select the Jennifer Willoughby segment)

life beyond the leaving ~

~ thereluctantpoet

Come read this moving and heartfelt poem – for those who have stayed beyond the leaving.

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how is it
I’ve grown weary
of the way you sip your tea –
the way you smile so unaware
of grief
that anchors me

every day –
in ten thousand ways
tho I cannot tell you why
the nights grow cold –
and I remiss
at telling you goodbye

as it was
before – as cannot be
your hand a comfort then
your voice – a whisper pining
a soulful welcome in

I wonder if you notice
or do you wonder as I do
of life beyond
the leaving –
a barter carried through

has it been years
or more to count
this distance now I feel
words without the strength to speak –
a hurt that will not heal

. . .

Author’s Note: Before you get concerned for me, I feel the need to explain. This isn’t about me, but rather the result of a conversation with a dear friend –…

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jealous sky ~

~ thereluctantpoet

Come read this very moving poem!

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I’m not the one
who waited –
while you were lost at sea
the one who stood
atop the moor
and grieved each day
for thee

I’m not the one
who cursed your touch –
who begged the spirits rise
to bar your soul
the leaving
across a jealous sky

I’m not the one
who wore your name –
or bore your children’s pain
the one who whispered
lullabies –
with tears for each refrain

I’m not the one
for losing sleep –
resigned a life of letting go
I’m not the one
forgetting –
how I lived
and loved you so

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Come In…

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Come “drop in” on this beautiful poem about what it is to be a friend or better yet to have a friend that leaves the door ajar in case you visit!

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Come in

I leave the door ajar for friends

Who knows when one might drop in

I can offer a shoulder to cry on

An ear for gossip

A cup of tea to soothe frayed nerves

A meal to satisfy stomach and soul

And some lame jokes to make you laugh.

Don’t

Be dismayed by the clutter around

Nor if the beds are unmade

And laundry all piled up.

I am taking a break from being presentable all the time,

I prefer to be present these days.

I know

Dropping in is not easy always

So you can call me any time

One can always drop everything

To chitchat with friends

At times all we need is a listener

Or to listen to a voice that cares.

And

Of course there is always social media

To get in touch with

Or when you just want to know

That reaching out…

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Curse Cofee Cups

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COME SEE IF YOU CAN FIND YOUR FAVORITE POEM IN ANDREW’S DELIGHTFUL – CURSE COFFEE CUPS

Andrew Green's Poems

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Curse the coffee cups and spoons
The yellow fog, the window panes
Curse the dying of the light
Curse the rage against the night.

Curse daffodils, satanic mills
Pleasure domes, the albatross,
Comparisons to summer day
The last man in, an hour to play.

Curse roads divergent in a wood,
The knock upon a moonlit door
The airman’s helmet and the hawk
Painted women and their talk.

Curse Gunga Din, curse Kubla Khan,
Curse the Tiger burning bright.
Curse Dulce Et Decorum Est
Let Drummer Hodge not find his rest.

Unstop the clocks, unmuffle drums
Forget the honey with your tea.
Forget the grin of bitterness,
The look of rooms returning thence.

Forget the friendly bombs on Slough
And men in brightly lit canteens.
Curse the damns of your content
The crumpling floods that force a vent.

Zero hour will never come,
We won’t ride a merry go round
Or…

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such as these ~

~ thereluctantpoet

Come read this beautiful poem!

tornadoday

breath of flame

in moments
such as these –
I remember all I’ve learned –
the more I know
the more I love
in moments
such as these
the breezes lift
a fragile piece
of yesterday reminders
of swirling leaves
a warmth becoming mine
days before
and wishes for another
maybe then
we would know the truth
an eternity burned
in moments
such as these

. . .

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