Poetic Reflections That Renew Relationships:

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Why do some women and men date and pursue married or attached individuals?  A friend told me once that if she could take men from strange women (strange meaning women she didn’t know, as oppose to her friends) it made her feel desirable.   The statement was perplexing, because I did not understand how she thought getting cheaters were difficult tasks and did she really believe that she would not betray a friend?  Fortunately, most  of us understand the challenge and reward in winning the hearts of  unattached individuals.  I asked her to think about how difficult was it to catch a married man out on the prowl, DUH? Let’s keep it real, some of us catch minnows but act like they’re salmon even though the catch took the cheapest bait and no provocation. Here is my poetic reflection regarding this issue.  What’s your comment?

ARE YOU REALLY MY BOO…OR BOO-BOO?

How difficult is it to catch a

Hooked fish

Strayed dog

Caged fowl

Trapped rat?

How difficult is it to take

Anyone who will betray another

Especially if YOU can’t tell the difference

Between making love and being screwed?

How difficult is it to get

Coitus

When

Respect is invisible

Affection is in physical

Erection

Protection

Improbable?

A Journey towards self-discovery.

Poetic Reflections can allow us to deal with some of the most hardcore, raw and dirty issues in life, knowing that even on storming days, the sun will eventually return. INFIDELITY appears to be running around like a mouse looking for the last piece on cheese in the house. The frenzy in which this life choice surfaces on multimedia networks has caused a lack of respect for national leaders, popular artists, sport celebrities, and even the simple human love objects in our lives. Too often we think about how INFIDELITY affects us, while the “silent victims” are too often ignored.
The poetic reflection below, advocates for the children. I won’t call it INFIDELITY because that title still suggests a focus on our adult narcissism. It is up to each of us to decide why, “BROKEN FIDELITY”?

If you have experienced infidelity would you please post. Especially if you have experienced “Broken Fidelity” would you share that journey with us, so we may reach a place of self-healing, so we may know how to respond to children experiencing this life challenge.

Let’s “Cleanse” [either read Cleansing below with deep feeling or listen to audio with eyes closed]. It is my hope that “Broken Fidelity” speaks to you.

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I want to pour all of me out,

I want to spill all over concrete

So no one dare wipe me up,

And if they dare try

Let their knuckles bleed,

For just not letting me be.

Please! Please!

Let me pour

Until I’m empty.

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Cleansing

Infidelity recycles itself
Parents getting treats from tricks,
Destroying their offspring’s security,
Thinking what children don’t know
Won’t hurt them.

But these natural beings
Believe in normal things.
They’re not foolish,
Observing what parents are doing
Lying to the ones
They should love.
Too many bedtime stories
Were never read
And only one tucked them in.
Staged illusions
Endowed sons and daughters
With polygamous futures.

Smoky memories of failed good intentions
Are now worn like family apparitions
Of unicorns who left in the morning
And didn’t appear until the next day,
Or fairytale queens lustfully sighing
While kings were away.

Dull recollections of wedded bliss
Held under stale arms,
Between unwashed teeth,
Stuck in uncombed hair.
No need to clean
Where caresses won’t be
Or kisses no longer linger
Both now in the streets.

Until the invitations arrive
For the pity parties
Lovers’ leftovers are offered
In repentance,
Not fine dining
But enough to stave off starvation.
Kids need to eat,
Mortgages need to get paid,
And to assuage the lonely
For being alone,
Doggy bags are accepted
With the stench of decay
Replacing the romantic fragrance
Of a once healthy marriage.

Weeping children
Who don’t understand their anxiety,
Knowing something is wrong,
But can’t call it by name.
Their potential for ‘happy ever after’
Shaved off
As one parent condones
While the other does it,
Both pretending
Children aren’t learning
Love means betrayal
And betrayal is expected.

But the forked tongues
Have poisoned the honorable ones
And the venom soaked with disgrace
Is like waste
Floating where it was conceived
It stinks!

Cheating should have ended
Before it began
Or begin to end
Before it got started
Or started to end
What should never have been?
And with false spousal regrets
They attempt to flush the mess.

Knowing it’s a matter of time
That the head will be hard
And the beaver will be wet.