Archaic

Archaic

Am I old fashioned
Or an old fashionista
Is my lifestyle obsolete
Or is it just a feature
Are my thoughts archaic
My language out of vogue
I like to think I’m hip
And I like to go a bit rogue
Too many people
Stuck in the past
With outdated ideologies
So don’t bother to ask
Move with the times
Keep your thoughts tamed
Styles come and go
But your integrity maintained
Practice acceptance of all
No room for outdated thinking
We live in a global society
It has no sign of shrinking

Christine Bolton

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Disaster

Disaster

In the wake of disaster
I swim in turbulent waters
I drown in sorrow

The water takes me down
So I can wallow in my sadness
It is the end of my world

I let it take me to wherever
Nothing matters anymore
My life is over as I know it

Wait

This is wrong
This is for me to decide
What am I doing?

I cannot let this suck the life from me
I kick hard and force my legs to push me up
Fight and fight hard

No one can take this away from me
Even though I was robbed mercilessly
Of my love, my self-respect

My heart is strong enough to repair
My dignity resilient
My soul you can never take

At the surface I gasp for breath
Drawing it deep into my lungs
I will survive

Christine Bolton

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Assumption

This is one of my favorite words and I will explain why in a moment.  Assumption is the belief that you have all you need to know to make a decision.  To assume without the full facts can automatically make you weak and uninformed. I find this incredibly sad and wonder why people do this. A rush to judgement maybe?  No interest to learn more?  We are not mind readers and without full knowledge we are ignorant of the truth.

I have always been someone who loves to ask questions and learn more about others I come into contact with.  We all have a story and its fun to discover.  Personally I find it very tiresome when you are introduced to someone and he/she immediately launches into a monologue of what they do, what they own, how much they paid for their house, how much they earn, blah, blah, blah. To murder a phrase here, You bored me at Hello! I prefer meeting a person who enters into a back and forth dialogue and you can equally enjoy getting to know about each other and you might actually learn something interesting.

Having worked with many people from all over the world, I was always the inquirer.  It was my job to engage, find the mutual ground, and build a relationship.  I could not assume anything, as I needed the facts.  This was good for me and I found it fascinating.  On the other hand I came to realize how many people have a form of identity crisis or low self-worth and they have a strong need for approval of their achievements. That’s where you end up with the monologue.

When one person is doing all the talking and not asking the other any questions, then they are assuming they know everything they need to know about you, right or wrong.  You are automatically put in a pigeonhole and filed away.  I cannot begin to tell you how many people I have known professionally for a number of years who have said to me on discovery, “Oh I didn’t know you were married” or “I didn’t know you had a son”.  “You have traveled all over the world? Really? I didn’t know that”.  They never bothered to ask!  This is why I love the word assumption.  For me it has been a showstopper!  I have watched their mouths drop when they did actually take the time to find out more about me.  I just think what a shame that these ‘legends in their own minds’ just don’t know what they don’t know!

Assumption

You are full of hot air
Blowing out so hard
Yes, you are amazing you think
But actually I’m feeling quite scarred

You could empty a room
By making an entrance
Your reputation precedes you
It’s becoming a hindrance

So busy talking
You don’t see the signs
Our eyes are rolling in our heads
I wish you could read our minds

Talking about only yourself
Is so very indulgent
Your assumption is that
We are less important

You assume so much
You think you know me well
But I have a surprise for you
Yet I won’t be able to tell

By doing what you do
You are missing the best
Everyone is interesting
If only you were less self-impressed

So comes the day
When you are forced to be quiet
And someone else takes the stage
And your tongue falls out

Do you see what you miss
By hearing only you
There’s a whole world out there
And you could learn a thing or two

Interesting is good
But interested is better
Learn from what you hear
Not from your own chatter

Knowledge is power
For all who subscribe
Your history is yours
Enough of your diatribe

So interesting I’m sure
The talk of your tale
But please excuse me sir
I need another cocktail

Christine Bolton

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Disappear

Disappear

Please let the hole open
Under my frozen feet
Swallow me completely
So I will never repeat
The humiliation is too much
For this stupid girl to endure
Take me now
I just want to disappear

Why did I tell him
How I was feeling
He didn’t even know I existed
Until this morning
Allowing fantasies to rule my head
It was so very cavalier
What was I thinking
I just want to disappear

I have adored him from afar
Thoughts of him filled my head
To the point I assumed he knew me
Oh I wish I were dead!
I am now so embarrassed
As I saw his face give a sneer
My life as I know it is over
I just want to disappear

Christine Bolton (Age 13…well I was then!)

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Hope

Hope

There are so many people in the world who through no fault of their own go without the basic things in life.  Food, shelter, love, income, family and in some cases even a country. Such hardship and suffering exists both at home and abroad.  One thing they do all have is hope.  Hope is omnipresent and deep within all of us.  It reminds us we are alive and there is still a chance that things will get better.  We cling to it as if our life depends on it because without hope there is nothing. We have all experienced some form of despair at low times and we can feel very alone.  It made me realize how just simple gestures from those we know, and also from strangers, can make such a difference to our lives and ease some of the suffering.  A kind thought costs us nothing neither does spending a little of our time with someone who is lonely.  Sharing some food could be the difference between going to bed hungry or not for a desperate person.  If we can be anything in this life, shouldn’t we be kind?

Hope

The light at the end of the tunnel
A glimmer of something outside of pain
The thread you hang on to
So life would not be in vain

A hand keeping your head above water
Someone saying a kind word
Breaking through the silence
Like the gentle song of a bird

The five dollar bill in your jeans
That made it through the wash
You’re going to make it by any means
Your dreams will not be squashed

Optimism in the face of adversity
Don’t let them ever get you down
Pessimism is not in your lexicon
A big hug to wipe away that frown

Wishes to be granted
A talk back from the ledge of despair
The kindness of those you don’t know
Who will send up a prayer

A good wish from a stranger
Someone aware of your heartache
A basket of food left at your door
Or perhaps a homemade cake

These gestures are so small to many
But those who are down on their luck
Will absorb them like a sponge
Because that’s all they have to get unstuck

Sometimes hope is all we have
When times make it hard to cope
Life can take more that it will give
But in the end there is always hope

Christine Bolton

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Narcissism

Narcissism is not a word I have had occasion to use very much until recently.  It would seem that a culture of rights without responsibilities has slowly been developing to the point where narcissism has slipped into our daily vocabulary.  Whether it is a ‘right’ to own a gun or a ‘right to speak freely, usually with no consequence, both of these ‘rights’ come with a set of responsibilities that too many people are choosing to neglect.  In a way that is a form of narcissism.  A selfishness and disregard for others.   We experience it on a daily basis with politics and even more so when traveling by air.   We have all seen the YouTube videos of fights breaking out on planes because someone is doing something objectionable in front of a fellow passenger or a young woman thinks it is OK to perform yoga in the aisle.  It is evident in our workplace and unfortunately in some instances our own home. To me it is something that is socially unacceptable, it should not be endorsed, certainly not encouraged and never tolerated.

Narcissism

The mirror has become
Her only friend
The only one that does not
Question her choices

She is beautiful in the eyes
Of this silent confidante
She is superior
To her contemporaries

Her love of self
Is her only love
She is incapable of caring
Enamored with her own image

But in her head
She is adored by many
She will draw you into her web
With compliments and her assured way

You are good for only one thing
To be used by her
A means to an end
She has no accountability

She is despised for her selfishness
Her obsession with herself
Is insufferable
Her arrogance unbearable

She will degrade you
And she will take no responsibility
Her actions are unconscionable
She will suck the energy from you

When things do not go her way
She will blame and cry if need be
She will never be sorry
She is addicted and narcissism is her drug

Christine Bolton

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Complication

Complication

You never told me
How could this happen?
I feel kicked in the stomach
The hurt is more than you can imagine

I am betrayed by you
You have been living a lie
What was supposed to be
Will never come, so its goodbye

We spoke of love
Our future was mapped
I had started to believe
But you say you felt trapped

What is wrong with you?
That you could not explain
Your words lacking commitment
Have caused so much pain

Yes it is a Complication
What a word you have chosen
So carelessly delivered
I am left a woman broken

Go on your way I say
We have nothing left in common
Take with you your lies
You will be easily forgotten

Christine Bolton

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Life’s Treasure Map

Life’s Treasure Map

I remember as a child
What fun it was to find
Treasure of sorts
That someone had left behind

When you have not very much
This game can last for hours at a time
You would search the whole day
And maybe find a dime

As you get older
There is less of a struggle
So the child’s game gets forgotten
And you become a master of life’s juggle

You think you have it made
You now have competence
But you end up with just material things
And nothing of consequence

Life quickly becomes empty
And no one with which to share
You are lonely most of the time
You decide to send up a prayer

No, you don’t fall to your knees
Hands clasped together at your chest
You open your heart to the Universe
And it will do the rest

You get a poster board and make a treasure map
Cutting words and pictures from a magazine
Representing you and your desires
As you, and only you, have to set the scene

You choose your destiny carefully
What you would like to manifest
To be healthy, wealthy, and maybe a lover
Hoping someone will hear your request

You also write down exactly
What you are truly looking for
Address the letter to the Universe
And what you desire will come for sure

Your words must be specific
Clear and concise
Then burn the paper with a prayer
Sending to the sky without thinking twice

With this process you visualize a life
You would like to be living
Then you put the map away
And forget about it until maybe Thanksgiving

You will enjoy the process
Of this I am sure
And then one day
You will take it from your drawer

You will be amazed to find
What you have already achieved
Because what you have desired
You most likely have now received

You are what you think
Your mind is very clever
When it is open to all things
They continue to come forever

Christine Bolton

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Infect

Infect me with your disdain
So that I can feel your pain

Cover me with your words
And I will be your songbird

Infect me with your madness
I will wallow in luxurious sadness

Your attention could fill me to the brim
I don’t care if I sink or swim

Infect me with your poison
So my life’s blood flows crimson

Use me whichever way you want
I am yours to play with and taunt

Infect me with your anger
I am numb from everyone’s candor

This way I will feel alive
Even if it’s me you despise

Infect me with hope and longing
And I will come crawling

Give me just once chance
To taste the sweetness of romance

Infect me with your love
We go together like hand in glove

Destined for each other we will be
It is inevitable don’t you see

Christine Bolton

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Live and Let Live

Live and Let Live

I regard myself as a very lucky person.  I have had low points in my life along with dizzying heights of happiness only to descend back down again.  I am fortunate because I have experienced both.  I have been sad and happy, hungry and full, poor and not so poor, loved and unloved, young and old.

Our life, to others, is never what it seems, and it is so easy for us to judge each other.  When we are without, we envy those that appear to have it all.  When we are hungry we resent those who we perceive as squandering money.  It is always an “us versus them” mentality because it is easy to criticize and play victim.  We never really know what is truly going on in someone else’s life. Even though they might appear to have everything, they could well be suffering immense pain from health issues, or perhaps going through a divorce or even losing a family member. Such resentment on our part is unhealthy and cultivating negative thoughts can hurt us in the long run.  What perhaps would be an easier thing to do is to turn the negativity into something positive. When we are not struggling financially, wouldn’t that the best time to help those less fortunate?  When our stomachs are full shouldn’t we donate to the Food Bank?  I see life as an ongoing opportunity to experience everything that is thrown our way. To appreciate the highs and lows, the good and the bad, and to never forget where we have come from. Always remember that at some point in our lives someone has helped us up and the right thing to do is always pay it forward.  It can be hard work to get there but ultimately it is worth it.  Live and let live is an expression I use a lot and it inspired me to write this poem.

Live and Let Live

I look to the horizon
Where the sea meets the sky
My life peculiarly in balance
I break down and cry

Can this really be happening
To the likes of me
No one ever gave me anything
Without the third degree

For so many years
Just hitting the wall
Disappointment and failure
Avoiding the curve ball

What life always threw at me?
Ready or not
I never understood the meaning
Of this terrible plot

To knock me down
More times than I cared
Only for me to get up
As this game was not yet declared

Then you came along
And evened the playing field
So I had a chance this time
With no need to carry the shield

You made it safe so that I
Could be the best I could be
I am scared no more
And at last I feel free

I have been kicked around by life
Battered and bruised
I can see the light
And I am no longer confused

Now I am on the side
Of what I perceive is right
I will champion those less fortunate
As I understand their plight

Life is better for me
As you opened my eyes
To the beauty in the world
That is no longer in disguise

Christine Bolton

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