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Equal Measures

I've toiled for so very long,
that when I had finished...
..I could not raise my arms above my head.
Much the same, I've been allowed to play to the same degree.
I've done these things in equal measures.

I've crossed many a street in my days,
and looking to the right and left...
..has totalled the same, in the amount of head turns;
which gave me a life of splendor, and not hit by a fender,
for they were done in equal meaures.

Exactly half, of all the mistakes I've made
were committed by accident,
and the others were calculated risks, that didn't "pan out".
Both, however...left the same stringent taste in the pallette of my soul,
because, they hsppened in equal measures.

The opposite of Love cannot be Hate,
it can only be Complete Indifference.
Love and Hate are but on the same side of the coin,
a coin we've all been asked to spend...
..but, I try to excercise, not...
..these conditions of the heart,
in equal measures.
— docmaverick, Mar 27, 2008

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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purplemoondoll

18 years 2 months ago

Exactly half, of all the

Exactly half, of all the mistakes I’ve made were committed by accident, and the others were calculated risks, that didn’t "pan out". Both, however…left the same stringent taste in the pallette of my soul, because, they hsppened in equal measures. Yes I liked this. I love the thought processes and I really like the theme. The opposite of love is indifference - very true and thats worse than hate IMHO. You have a few typing errors so it's worth checking this through again but apart from that this was a great read. :-) Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
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poewriter58

18 years 2 months ago

I like the

way you justified each equal measure the entire feel of the poem was a written account of ones life as if taking stock interesting the way this is written apart from the errors that Kaz has mentioned which distract from the content this is well written Chrys