Conform

[motherhubbard]

Take that spark
That gleam of a thought
But don’t examine too closely
Its boundaries untamed
Its potential too unpredictable

Chisel off the sides
Sand away the top
Slice off the bottom
Then it should fit nicely
Into that neat little box

[symphony]

shouldnt it be "Its boundaries untamed"? i think an "s" is missing up there.

Nice one, mother. I'm now contemplating on this "neat little box" of yours.

[motherhubbard]

Thank you for pointing that out. You could make a career of finding my spelling mistakes, but the pay would stink.

I appreciate your help very much

[symphony]

Thank you for pointing that out. You could make a career of finding my spelling mistakes, but the pay would stink.

I appreciate your help very much

no matter how much u pay, i wouldnt dare!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Any box that attempted to hold you, I think, would have its sides kicked out in no time! Good poem, thanks!

[motherhubbard]

I would have to shave a little off to fit into a little box for sure!

[CdnReader]

I've come back to this one many times today, Mother. I quite like it! Let's take reality and split off the bits we don't care for, and make it fit into this box that we do happen to like very much, please and thank you. (I hope I got that right. :) )

[motherhubbard]

I've come back to this one many times today, Mother. I quite like it! Let's take reality and split off the bits we don't care for, and make it fit into this box that we do happen to like very much, please and thank you. (I hope I got that right. :) )

Thank you for your comments, I wondered if it made any sense. I was thinking more of people who can’t think “out side of the box”. I get discussed when people limit themselves to merely what is expected of them and are not brave enough to think, freely, for themselves.

I really do appreciate your response

[Sweets America]

Ah, here is another poem that I enjoyed reading!

Thinking by ourselves is very important to me. Differentiating ourselves from the others, so that each human being represents a different part of the great jigsaw puzzle that humanity is. In this jigsaw puzzle, each piece is crucial and gains more sense when it is place next to another.

Thanks for the nice poem, motherhubbard.

PS: Wow, after The Dad and Granny, he comes Mother. :D

[motherhubbard]

thank you sweet, for your response

[PrinceMyshkin]

I would have to shave a little off to fit into a little box for sure!


Here are the plans. It’s for a box
for young Mother Hubbard.
But there are six sides to it!

Very well, remove three of them.
What, a three-sided box?

Okay, remove the other three.
But what will the top rest upon?

Throw away the top!
Funny sort of ‘box,’ with nothing but a bottom!

Never mind the bottom, I hear
she’s got a perfectly good one
of her own!

[motherhubbard]

:lol: :lol: :lol:

[Pendragon]

Take that spark
That gleam of a thought
But don’t examine too closely
Its boundaries untamed
Its potential too unpredictable

Chisel off the sides
Sand away the top
Slice off the bottom
Then it should fit nicely
Into that neat little box

And so having placed the unpredicable
Into a neat little box
What to do with it begs the question
For the danger lies within
And Pandora has been seen locally.

Shall we take it to some lonely crossroads at midnight,
And bury this temptation there where
It can bother no one anymore?
Even off the sides, then it should fit nicely,
Snug little grave...

Pendragon

[motherhubbard]

excelent pen!

[Bii]

Take that spark
That gleam of a thought
But don’t examine too closely
Its boundaries untamed
Its potential too unpredictable

Chisel off the sides
Sand away the top
Slice off the bottom
Then it should fit nicely
Into that neat little box

This is a nice neat little poem that belies the angst that lies beneath. I'm sensing a theme in your poems motherhubbard, of a person trapped, unable to express themself, boxed in by the expectations and perceptions of others. I hope that's not true of you.

I really like this, have you considered submitting it to a magazine?

[rabid reader]

Take that spark
That gleam of a thought
But don’t examine too closely
Its boundaries untamed
Its potential too unpredictable

Chisel off the sides
Sand away the top
Slice off the bottom
Then it should fit nicely
Into that neat little box
I quite enjoyed this poem, now I don't know if I interrupt this correctly, but I see it as the rationalization of the sheep mentality that has dominated human history. I am very into philosophy and have been working on a project that my university offers to accelerate my ability to achieve my degree, what I have to do is write an original contribution to the field of philosophy and if it is accepted I can get a BA and am automatically accepted in the uni masters program. It was a real honour to be elected to such a program, but the work is gruelling (have to read a lot to make sure you are original).

How this short egoistical bio of myself relates tot he message is that I have taken on the task to explain such a mentality as that which is eliminated in your poem, and I talk about how people can be convinced and manipulated. It is a long story but it all existence around my premise that human nature is to try to achieve the objective "Good." Though the idea of what the "good" is in humanity is subjective, meaning it changes from person to person, and all their actions are then defensible and rationalized from this idea of the "Good." (based on the theory of the road to hell is paved on good intentions) But some people choice not to have their own view of the good and elect to have others tell them what the good is, the reign of the Church in Europe during the Middle Ages is a key example of such thinking. What people do is take an oppressive view of the good, and do exactly as your poem describes, except the good is the box that they fit all their actions into, they refuse to do anything that wont fit in their box and when they do they are filled with such mind torturing guilt they allow their oppressors to punish them for escaping their limits.

[motherhubbard]

I quite enjoyed this poem, now I don't know if I interrupt this correctly, but I see it as the rationalization of the sheep mentality that has dominated human history. I am very into philosophy and have been working on a project that my university offers to accelerate my ability to achieve my degree, what I have to do is write an original contribution to the field of philosophy and if it is accepted I can get a BA and am automatically accepted in the uni masters program. It was a real honour to be elected to such a program, but the work is gruelling (have to read a lot to make sure you are original).

How this short egoistical bio of myself relates tot he message is that I have taken on the task to explain such a mentality as that which is eliminated in your poem, and I talk about how people can be convinced and manipulated. It is a long story but it all existence around my premise that human nature is to try to achieve the objective "Good." Though the idea of what the "good" is in humanity is subjective, meaning it changes from person to person, and all their actions are then defensible and rationalized from this idea of the "Good." (based on the theory of the road to hell is paved on good intentions) But some people choice not to have their own view of the good and elect to have others tell them what the good is, the reign of the Church in Europe during the Middle Ages is a key example of such thinking. What people do is take an oppressive view of the good, and do exactly as your poem describes, except the good is the box that they fit all their actions into, they refuse to do anything that wont fit in their box and when they do they are filled with such mind torturing guilt they allow their oppressors to punish them for escaping their limits.

I was talking about sheepism in my poem. I didn’t expect to see a long response like that, but it is a subject that interest me. I feel that people more than allow others to tell them how they (or the world) should be, but they allow others to tell them how they should think. This is the part that I have such a hard time with. Even when we cannot act as we would, for one reason or another, our thoughts should be our own. I could never give up the ideas or conversations that run in my head.

[AuntShecky]

I like the theme of this poem.