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Drop a Word (aka: Mean Girls)

 

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Drop a Word

(Aka: Mean Girls)

 

 

I drop a word in your ear

About that person, the one I secretly loathe

Something ‘they say’, plucked from the grapevine

(A fact? A fiction? Really, who’s to know?)

 

I didn’t hear it from the horse’s mouth

It is you see, a shocking thing

But apparently, (although I can’t say one hundred percent for sure)

It has a totally truthful ring

 

Of course I didn’t ask the ‘horse’, (the person)

For their side of the story

That would require talking, which could be awkward

And I’m really not up for that, (so sorry!)

 

Though I wasn’t there, and I didn’t see it

I swear it has been verified

(By all my friends, my family,

And by everyone else who’s on my side)

 

A friend of a friend did ask the ‘horse’, (the person), you know

And although they explained this and that

The friend of a friend reported that what was said was open to interpretation

(The truth is fluid – and that’s a factual fact!)

 

I know I really shouldn’t gossip

Gossip leaves such a nasty taste!

But, I’m really concerned about this person

(Concerned that they should be put firmly back in their place!)

 

So as much as it pains me

I must tell you all about it – just you, just in case

(In case that person thought they could share

My friends, my spotlight – in general – my space!)

 

I won’t say much, just a word, just a look

(I know you’ll be begging me for more!

Once a word is dropped, it gains momentum,

It springs to life with a roar!)

 

So I drop a word in your ear

(Hoping it travels to your tongue)

I smile at your ‘No! Really?’ in that disapproving tone. You lean forward, a hushed question on your lips

Yep. My work here is done

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

“A slanderer goes about revealing confidential talk;

Do not associate with one who loves to gossip.”

– Proverbs 20:19, The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

 

 

“A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.”

– Ouida

  

 

“Gossip needn’t be false to be evil — there’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around.”

– Frank A. Clark

 

 

“Trying to squash a rumour is like trying to unring a bell.”

– Shana Alexander

 

 

“The biggest liar in the world is They Say.”

– Douglas Malloch

 

 

“There is so much good in the worst of us,

And so much bad in the best of us,

That it hardly becomes any of us

To talk about the rest of us.”

– Edward Wallis Hoch

 

 

 

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Calvin and Hobbes: Susie Derkins Trust Issues

 

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Don’t Understand

 

Forbear to judge - swift Kick

 

 

 

Don’t Understand

 

 

 

 

There are so many things I just don’t understand

They leave me wondering, leave me scratching my head

Puzzled and bemused by things that have been done

By words written or things said

Negative, critical, bitter, jealous, or judgmental

Competitive, shallow, vain, arrogant, and mean

It all just confounds me, just does in my head

 

 

I don’t understand a judgmental attitude

Making critical comments about whether others do enough

Pointing out flaws and failings and such

The judgmental person must be extremely tough

For they walk around with a big rafter protruding from their eye

While attempting to extract the straws of others

With nothing more than their huff and their puff

 

 

I don’t understand the obsession with looks

Looks that fade and change

As transitory as green leaves in Autumn

Looks that in this life are impossible to maintain

It’s the person beneath the skin and bone that matters

For when the outside shell eventually crumbles

The person beneath is all that will remain

 

 

I don’t understand arrogance

That air of superiority, the know-it-all without regard

Putting others down just to feel the up

The need to boast, to impress, to shock, to awe

But in reality the life of a boaster is just one big facade

No one can live up to their own arrogant hype

When they fall, they fall hard

 

 

I don’t understand people who say mean things

Who use their tongue to slay

To make another feel hurt, feel bad

To take another’s joy and confidence away

Such ones betray their insecurity and unhappiness

Two things that will never change

Until they learn to consider with kindness the things they say

 

 

I don’t understand pretentiousness

The endless effort made to impress with the material thing

It’s the way of the world, not the way of the truth

Possessions are limited in the happiness they bring

There is always some newer, bigger, better, trendier, thing

Impressing with things is a striving after wind

People of real substance don’t care about bling bling

 

 

I don’t understand bitterness

Holding on tenaciously to the hurt and the grudge

It makes people sad and negative

It’s paralyzing, they can’t move on, can’t budge

The mole hill becomes a mountain

And the mountain is endlessly large

Bitterness makes permanent what should have been a wipe away smudge

 

 

I don’t understand competitiveness

Those who have to out do everyone else in every part of their life

Who must be ‘the’ popular single, the ‘it’ couple, the ‘super’ parents

The ‘successful’ husband, the ‘perfect’ wife

Unrealistic expectations of themselves and of others

Only lead to frustration and strife

Choking individuality, a place where real trust and friendship cannot survive

 

 

I don’t understand those who let jealousy get the upper hand

Who are not happy to let another shine

Who envy the attention, the happiness, or the nice things, another has

Who are always thinking ‘that should have been mine!’

It eats them up, leaves them hollow, feeds their discontent

Working to bring another down does not remove their issues and insecurity

Happiness is an elusive thing to a jealous mind

 

 

I don’t understand why some always have to be the leader

Always have to get their own way

They won’t give in easily or let someone else set the pace

They stomp their feet, throw a tantrum, grumble and criticism

Then wonder why people walk away

Lasting friendships can only be forged

When people feel respected, considered and are given a say

 

 

I don’t understand why we all strive to be an individual

But then let ourselves be squeezed into some satanic mold

Where we are taught to think his way, do his deeds and suffer his reward

Our life bought and sold

And what will be left when it’s all stripped away?

When it’s in with the new and out with the old?

Will a thing of warmth and beauty remain, or will we be a husk, shallow and cold?

 

 

So no – I don’t understand why we don’t remove all our own big rafters

Before commenting on another’s little straws

Why we don’t pay more attention to the inner person rather than the outer

Why we don’t close more easily bitter or jealous doors

Why we think things ‘make us’ rather than ‘fake us’

Why we strive for the bigger, better, cabin on a sinking ship

Why we continually seek human, rather than heavenly applause?

 

 

But despite all these things I don’t understand

I’ve found one thing that I do…

Imperfection is something with which we are all blighted

So how grateful we can be to that one up above

Who sent his son to release us, who keeps all our road ways lighted

Who understands our plight, who will continue to help us fight it

Until finally one happy day, all our wrong ways will become righted

 

 

 

 

Rach

2010 

 

 

 

” But the end of all things has drawn close.

Therefore, be sound in mind, 

and be vigilant with a view to prayers.

Above all things, have intense love for one another, 

because love covers a multitude of sins.”

– 1 Peter 4:7,8

 

 

 


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Miss You

 

 

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Miss You

 

 

 

I’m missing you cos you’re so far away

I’m missing you more and more each day

 

I miss the way laughter lights up your face

I miss the way your smile makes my heart race

 

I miss the way you play and tease

I miss the way you make me feel at ease

 

I miss you all flustered in a crowd

I miss you playing your guitar loud

 

I miss the laid back way you walk

I miss the way your mouth curves when you talk

 

I miss the way you look at me

I miss you loving everything you see

 

I miss your easy happy company

I miss strolling with you by the sea

 

I miss sitting with you in the back seat

I miss those great big sexy feet

 

I miss talking to you as we walk along

I miss the hug that tells me this is where I belong

 

I miss you every morning and every night

I miss you so much my gorgeous guy!

 

 

Rach

2008