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The Art of Compromise
by Quinlan L GibsonConsider this; the whip has cracked; the odds are stacked
Ill cut no slack, take no excuse.
Tie your knot; pull the slot, in lieu of the tinfoil noose.
Now bring your best; time is the test; I do this for us.
I heard you out; sting of your doubt; after all we had discussed.
Inner fire steadily stoking; burns you; it is thought provoking
In and out; dragging and toking; your ego is stroked and choking.
Nobody move; nobody gets hurt; I twist and jerk; writhe in the dirt
That was classless and curt; Pardon your blurt.
Genuine love cursed with a sharp tongue.
You tried to tell me what to do; now ask of me, for you.
Dont get the two confused; that lines been used.
Usher out this sickening trend; bridges aflame will never mend.
New beginning; powerful end; spending your time in awe.
Of what you said and what you did and finally, what you saw.
I speak it now; so no surprise; cross your ts and dot your is.
Broken word is our demise; your promise is my compromise.
09/28/2005 Author's Note: A large part of a healthy relationship is to agree to disagree and compromise. This is mine.
Posted on 09/28/2005
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/29/05 at 02:43 PM 'Genuine love cursed with a sharp tongue.'But, how can a tounge curse a love if love is part of a greater understanding of the self and the other? Well, there can be many kind of love but genuine love is the love which grows in the growth of the self and the other.How do we grow as to let the love grow as they complement each other? Well, Quinlan, it depends on the level of understanding. And the path is always from inside to inside.The love will always prevail so far the understanding prevails. The love will always prevail so far the lovers become meaningless and what remains is just this LOVE and lovers survive in the survival of this LOVE which survives in the survival of this greater understanding. Yes, compromise is a part of this understanding but it cant be termed as compromise because if its compromise than the compromise will some day demand a price and the toungue will curse. Its LOVE and not compromise and love is part of a greater understanding.
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| Posted by Rula Shin on 09/29/05 at 03:49 PM What a great rhythm and rhyme you have here Quinlan, and some very sharp lines. I especially like "bridges aflame will never mend" and "your promise is my compromise" - I do have to agree with Ashok, however, that "genuine" love does not know the word compromise. The basic understanding between lovers who make up such a genuine love, as I see it, must ride on the wings of a common intention and resolve to grow side by side, one never leaving the other behind because one has made a deep and powerful connection from inside to inside. For there is no compromising the unity of ONE, only of two. There can be no division of ONE, unless they are two held together by compromises. As Ashok said, the lovers are no longer the issue when it is the LOVE which contains them, sustains them, and prevails at no cost to their collective spirit, or compromise. That's what I saw. Very well written Quinlan. |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 09/30/05 at 12:44 AM Too true, and I'm loving this poem. You really hit it on the mark. Remind me never to wheel and deal with you ;) +Fav
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 09/30/05 at 04:17 AM Your poetry is absolute art prima. This is fabulous. I can feel what you are talking about in this. You haven't posted anything in a long time, but this poem is well worth the wait. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 10/01/05 at 09:02 PM "The tinfoil noose" is a wonderful image. |
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