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September 13, 2007 - Thursday 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Arduous

I was born to run.

Only a year old, racing down the hallway
'til I bruised my knee;
but it's not like I remembered…

My mom told me
when I was ten-
it was then
I finally returned home
I was a runaway for thirteen days…
all on my own

I listened to her story- exhausted-
after returning home
I just had to run back
after realizing
that I hated to be alone

But I was born to run;

and as many years churned,
I forgot her story
and forgot
the lesson learned

I was twenty, and running after
a girl I thought I loved…
or maybe I just thought she loved me
Yea…
I bruised more than just my knee

But I was born to run;

and now that I've run so long,
I don't know where I've come or
what I've been running from

I don't know whether I'm running toward
or whether I'm running away from something,
but it's probably neither or both
In my life I've learned …
things are never just black and white

So I'll just keep running…
with all my might

because I was born to run.

I just wonder if I'll ever stop
And I wonder if I'll ever feel the need to….
I think not.

But I hope so
I just know I'm tired of chasing
girls who once promised they'd run slow

I'm tired of running
from jobs and stations in life
that won't ever let me go

I'm tired of forgetting stories my momma told me
of what I've been
and where I'm from

But I'll probably just keep running-
although I'm so tired-

because I was born to run.

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~Jackie~
Jackie Duden

 
BOMB!!!! THIS POEM IS BY FAR ONE OF MY FAVORITE! Job well done~
Jackie
 
Posted by ~Jackie~ on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:40 AM
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MakeUaDrink

 
This is full of excitement and growth!
Very nice work! I'm love'n it!
 
Posted by MakeUaDrink on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:44 AM
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Liyah

 
superbly delicious write...
 
Posted by Liyah on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:48 AM
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Ms. Nicky
Ms. Nicky

 
Excellent Piece....
 
Posted by Ms. Nicky on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:57 AM
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MONEY IN MY ME BE

 
Really good... Straight up....
 
Posted by MONEY IN MY ME BE on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 8:11 AM
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Boadicea

 
I hope you dont mind but I liked it so much that Im going to repost it in my bulletins...of course Im going to give you the credit...but it just touched me SO...and it seems like I know a hundred people that would feel this...we're all running away, in place, in circles, around like chickens with our heads cut off, or toward danger...Im a phoenix, and Im just getting a running start to take flight again...but again I thank you for writing something that reaffirms my feelings of connection to the rest of the universe...showers of blessings :)
 
Posted by Boadicea on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 8:19 AM
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Mark Witucke
mark witucke

 
your rhythm getting stronger
building pulse
quickens thought
[does it drop intensity in the middle?]

i love the interlinking terza-rima-feel with the rhyme for ex in:

'til I bruised my knee;
but it's not like I remembered…

My mom told me
when I was ten-
it was then

*

reminds me of cavalcanti's RIME:


Donna mi pregha perch'i volglio dire
D'un accidente che sovente e fero
Ed e si altero ch'e chiamato amore

Sicche chi l negha possa il ver sentire
Ond a'l presente chonoscente chero
Perch'i no spero ch om di basso chore


v. Ezra Pound POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS, p 581.

[don't worry about what it means. the intertwing of sound is pure music. hip hop really started in italy c. 1300]



and maybe the verse of james stephens--

What's the use
Of my abuse?
The world will run
Around the sun
As it has done
Since time begun,
When I have drifted to the deuce;
And what's the use
Of my abuse?

epigraph to stephens' first book:
INSURRECTIONS Dublin, 1909
 
Posted by Mark Witucke on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 8:46 AM
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nicole

 
I can definately relate. I love the poem. :-) ~Nicole
 
Posted by nicole on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 9:04 AM
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The Official MySpace Page of Author DaPharoah69

 
Very nice buddy i love it a lot
 
Posted by The Official MySpace Page of Author DaPharoah69 on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 9:13 AM
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word junkie
Gillian Prew

 
I often read your poems, Jon, and never comment...not because I don't like them but because you have so many people already who have something to say. BUT...this kind of sums up the human condition for me...running, searching...finding a little respite for a while...then on once more. Is it only death that can stop us? I guess it depends what we're looking for.
 
Posted by word junkie on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 9:15 AM
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Colleen
Colleen Sperry

 
what a very powerful poem!
 
Posted by Colleen on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 11:28 AM
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Phil
Philip kenny

 
The beautiful trial that is life, i love it man..Phil
 
Posted by Phil on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 11:57 AM
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First Last

 
Yea I like this kid. Its like ur talking about life and running because thats what u know best, its tight. i Really like it kid.
 
Posted by . on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 12:26 PM
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Bernadette

 
This is a really good one. Nice job! It flows well too...
 
Posted by Bernadette on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 12:38 PM
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Kevin
Kevin Carter

 
I think Springsteen already has this one covered.
 
Posted by Kevin on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 1:13 PM
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aMLK

 
I will never run out of respect for your writings
your words are pure and fragile and the message is rightous and fearless
 
Posted by aMLK on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 1:23 PM
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My Anointed Quill(TM)

 
size="3">Dear Jon,
When I read your poetry, you remind me that verse doesn't have to be evasive or complex to be profound...we are kindred spirits in that respect. I have never been one to write--or enjoy writing--complex poetry. Thanks for reminding me, in this beautiful piece, why that is so.

~Always...Nicole~
 
Posted by My Anointed Quill(TM) on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 1:29 PM
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Cheryl

 
Wonderful poem! This should be made into a s..)
 
Posted by Cheryl on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 1:59 PM
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*~Am~*
Amber Allensworth

 
I really like this..Its has great flow to it, a moral to it, and great rythym to it too. :)
 
Posted by *~Am~* on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 2:01 PM
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kristie
Kristina becker

 
This is such a sweet and sad poem, it's true about life and you say it how it is. you are very talented . always forever kristie
 
Posted by kristie on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 2:20 PM
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Don MacIver...Poetry; One Vision
Don MacIver

 
So many things that we chase most of our lives. I can relate to this. Well done.

Cheers, Don
 
Posted by Don MacIver...Poetry; One Vision on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 2:36 PM
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Darra

 
I "ran away" from home when I was about ten... it's a funny story... but I was home before bedtime. Sounds like you were a lot more serious about it than me. We all run, I guess, in our own way. Maybe the determining point is whether you are running away or running toward... Great write, I love the ones that make you think.
Darra :-)
 
Posted by Darra on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 3:00 PM
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moma bear

 
Really Great Work

I identify with this so much
but in the opposite


Wild Child, not meek or mild
But dreadfully shy & loyal
I am so black & white
It wrong or right
& I just do whats right
Because it is right

But for everyone else
it's flexable & gray
I am too understanding
in that way
& People take advatage

I don't move arond much
& never like ppl to fuss
over me
all the world I'd love to roam
but any money or time &
I'd go home
to visit my family

but in this place now
I just don't know how
to be both the joyfull
loyal person everyone
needs me to be
& escape this crushing pressure
& be Free

---LCK
 
Posted by moma bear on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 3:03 PM
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~Vannah Darr~
Syvannah Tewes

 
I really enjoyed this piece, Jon.
But I was wondering if ypou could do me a favor?
I'm trying to rejuvinate my poetry forum. I was hoping you'd be willing to share your talent and /or invite your fellow poets to do the same?

This is the letter I am snding out:
hello all. Usually I wouldn't do this, but this website is very close to my heart and it hurts to see it so far gone. I would like to tell you our humble beginings. We at one time were a msn group called Darr's poetry. Then we were on Ezboard under the same name. The Poet's Library is formed out of the ashes of those sites. From there we have become what we are now. And now we need an infusion of new talent to keep from dying.

Please, if you write, not just poetry, but write at all, please consider joining us at the Library. It would mean so very much to me!

Yours truely,
~Vannah Darr~

http://www.hosted-forum.com/index.php?boardid=thepoetslibrary&act=idx
 
Posted by ~Vannah Darr~ on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 5:12 PM
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Brenda Gail
Brenda Gail Harter

 
wow, this is Fantastic***********************
 
Posted by Brenda Gail on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 5:29 PM
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J-Kidd of D3

 
Awman, I'm loving this one... Keep up the good work
 
Posted by J-Kidd of D3 on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 5:51 PM
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אהבה
Love OneAnother

 
i'm feeling this

hugs from one tired runner to another
 
Posted by אהבה on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 5:59 PM
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G'bye mates

 
At fifty, I am too tired to run anymore. I can now be still and appreciate all that is around me. Whew....its kind of a relief. Oh...great poem ;-)
 
Posted by G'bye mates on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 6:48 PM
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moody black

 
Yo, this is dope. Keep the pen going, bro. Be easing, fam.
 
Posted by moody black on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:38 PM
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push past pathways, submerged, thru sensitive eyes

 
that was better than good. i think everyone can relate to at least one part in this poem and that's why i like it so much. there's a special piece (whether a good feeling or a sour one) for just about everyone who will read this. Running sometimes seems like the easiest way to deal w/ things...and sometimes you can't help it...great way of expressing that.
 
Posted by push past pathways, submerged, thru sensitive eyes on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 7:59 PM
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"AnnaLee aka Annie"

 
Well a psychologist said once that I am subject to black and white thinking, and I believe that he thought this was bad, not really sure on that. Sort of makes me think of don't sweat the small stuff either in life. Good write. Peace-
 
Posted by "AnnaLee aka Annie" on September 13, 2007 - Thursday - 11:52 PM
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♥-->>Bertha<<--♥

 
I really like this one. It speaks to me.
 
Posted by ♥-->>Bertha<<--♥ on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 4:22 AM
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flame in the snow

 
A good poem and a good story. Thanks for sharing.
 
Posted by flame in the snow on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 6:40 AM
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StudioSteve...
Steven B

 
this is so true. i feel like i'm running too. and i feel you. somestimes you just want to stop but, you can't it's...Arduous!!!!
 
Posted by StudioSteve... on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 8:19 AM
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Patty

 
it's a good poem, but very sad to me. one shouldn't run forever away from life and dreams
 
Posted by Patty on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 4:49 PM
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Mike Carson
Mike Carson

 
My advice...slow down for a while and you might catch yourself, lol. Nice, I have a couple like this, but you were born to run...now what happens after you can't run anymore? Looks to me like you are figuring that out quite nicely also.
 
Posted by Mike Carson on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 11:02 PM
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3D Sound Management( Q.Phillips Director of Mgmt)
Quinton Phillips

 
Great write my friend...
 
Posted by 3D Sound Management( Q.Phillips Director of Mgmt) on September 14, 2007 - Friday - 11:26 PM
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SYNOPSIS

 
Excellent write~~we all have our moments of running
 
Posted by SYNOPSIS on September 15, 2007 - Saturday - 5:34 AM
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charlie brown
charles lang

 
You can't keep running forever...
you have to stop and see what you have miss...
slow down, for a time....take a breather....
 
Posted by charlie brown on September 15, 2007 - Saturday - 6:37 PM
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sublimely amused

 
I have not commented yet, this is a wonderful poem. It is personal for you and for me.
It sounds like my childhood as well.

Running is arduous, no wonder you are tired.
Promise me you won't forget your Mum's words,
weave them into your heart, they are a part of your
own personal story.

Bravo-my friend.
 
Posted by sublimely amused on September 15, 2007 - Saturday - 8:08 PM
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~ Cogito ~

 
Nice write Bro
 
Posted by ~ Cogito ~ on September 16, 2007 - Sunday - 2:28 PM
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Sometimes ROXY

 
I really like this one, I can relate to it and I can almost hear how someone would read it. I love it good job
 
Posted by Sometimes ROXY on September 17, 2007 - Monday - 6:20 PM
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miLLz

 
i'm tired of running...but can't stop...i think even when your dead..youre still running..but i don't know if that's true, of course.
 
Posted by miLLz on October 1, 2007 - Monday - 6:23 AM
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