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    dots Submission Name: Merry for Medots
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    Author: Mandi Gayle
    ASL Info:    22/Female/Kentucky
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    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsMerry for Medots
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    Weep not for me, little Children;
    For my sadness is my own.
    For you a burden it shouldn’t be;
    For it is mine, and mine alone.
    O sweet Children, weep not for me.

    Anger not for me, gentle Mother;
    For my enemies are not yours.
    Set your indignation running free;
    For it is my blood upon the shores.
    O sweet Mother, anger not for me.

    Fight not for me, loving Father;
    The battle’s not yours to win.
    Just step aside and you shall see;
    I can victor over the best of men.
    O sweet Father, fight not for me.

    Scream not for me, caring Lover;
    This pain is not yours to bear.
    To hold my hand is my only plea;
    For this is my own dark despair.
    O sweet Lover, scream not for me.

    Rejoice not for me, beautiful Angels;
    Sing not your Heavenly song.
    Look not upon me with such glee;
    For I am weak while you are strong.
    O sweet Angels, rejoice not for me.

    I say these things so all may know,
    My cross is my own to carry.
    So when from this world I finally flee,
    Feel not guilt, but please be merry!
    O sweet World, be merry for me!




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      A brilliantly conceived poem with an entirely natural meter and simple but highly potent rhyme ... a wonderful effort and accomplishment ... this poem owes much to the classics (as, indeed, ALL good poetry does) I loved it, loved it ... (personal note: I'd like to have Angels rejoice over me, if they'd like..) bravo ... bravo ... bravo ... michael
    | Posted on 2007-05-16 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ]
      I've been away from this site for almost a week and your poetry I have missed the most, and when I come to read them, they get more and more, I should say, electric. Such a lament, but such an ever blessed ending that brings well hope, or should I say a feeling of being content inside of death, yet there still is those mixed feelings of sorrow at the end...Its hard to explain actually. But I felt a person that was ready for death, and wanted not her children to cry as she died, not her mother to smite her as she is passing, not her father to fight anymore for her as her life is awaiting its final destination, not her lover to falter inside of his loves pain anymore, as I read this line, I felt that she was suffering, and the suffering that keeps coming to mind is disease of some sort, such as disease, not natural causes, for you don't die before your mother and father.A tear fell down from my eyes as I read your plead to heavens angels, And when you brought in the meataphore about the cross, it reminded me of the human suffering as the cross portraits, but a promise to the world, to be happy for you, rather than gleam away to misery, quite religously, I don't bear crosses, but I felt something when I read this one, and be merry for me...took my breathe away. I loved the write as I always.


    Alex..


    Btw this is one of my favorties now.
    | Posted on 2007-04-13 00:00:00 | by Crestfallenman | [ Reply to This ]
      When coming across a piece like this, it's hard to leave a comment. Especially a constructive comment.

    Your poem was beautiful. It brings death up from a level of darkness and sorrow, and onto a level of peace and contentment. Death is an unfortunate part of life, and the person behind this poem shows a life well lived.

    I think the part that really made my emotions rise, was the last line:

    "O sweet World, be merry for me!"

    What a way to end this poem.. it's perfect.

    Yes, I'm dying. Yes, I'm leaving. But be happy for me. I don't have to endure the sorrow of this earth any longer. No more pain. No anger. No violence. No hunger. No confusion. "O sweet World, be merry for me!" I'm happy now...


    I love the poem. Beautiful job.

    Samantha
    | Posted on 2007-04-08 00:00:00 | by slickviper097 | [ Reply to This ]
      as usual...
    what can i say?
    your words are lovely as usual.
    the children carries our sin but i really hope that they dont,
    the mother always protects,
    the father always fights even if they dont understand,
    i dont really know how to put the last few stanzas into words but i really feel that you managed to capture all in your simple form of poetry as usual.
    love your works
    | Posted on 2007-04-08 00:00:00 | by rubymoon | [ Reply to This ]
      this is beautiful. very, very beautiful. i'm a dubpoet, and a beat poet, and usually, it is very hard for me to relate to such formally worded, sincere poetry. i'm usually more captured by rawness, filth and cuss words. yet, this appealed to me. and rather than write about it as a whole, i'm going to go through each stanza, and explain why. i find comments like that more insightful. and better. :)

    Weep not for me, little Children;
    For my sadness is my own.
    For you a burden it shouldn’t be;
    For it is mine, and mine alone.
    O sweet Children, weep not for me.

    this is beautiful. i know i've said that about eighteen million times already, but it's true. it reads almost like a psalm at church. i'm not a mother (yet), but it speaks to the universal mother in all of us, our need to spare our children from pain, especially our own, which can be most visible to them.

    Anger not for me, gentle Mother;
    For my enemies are not yours.
    Set your indignation running free;
    For it is my blood upon the shores.
    O sweet Mother, anger not for me.

    this reminds me so much of my own mother, protector lioness that she is- she micromanages and tries to fight all my battles for me. no matter how old i get, no matter how far i move away, i am still a little girl. her little girl.

    Fight not for me, loving Father;
    The battle’s not yours to win.
    Just step aside and you shall see;
    I can victor over the best of men.
    O sweet Father, fight not for me.

    again, so beautiful. this belongs in the book read by a young woman sitting in a carriage, going for a ride in the park with her chaperone. it reminds me of days past, sweet and melancholic days past.

    Scream not for me, caring Lover;
    This pain is not yours to bear.
    To hold my hand is my only plea;
    For this is my own dark despair.
    O sweet Lover, scream not for me.

    i haven't had a lover that scream for me. only one that could leave me. yet, your piece makes me wish i could experience such.

    Rejoice not for me, beautiful Angels;
    Sing not your Heavenly song.
    Look not upon me with such glee;
    For I am weak while you are strong.
    O sweet Angels, rejoice not for me.

    I say these things so all may know,
    My cross is my own to carry.
    So when from this world I finally flee,
    Feel not guilt, but please be merry!
    O sweet World, be merry for me!

    it aaaaaaaalmost kind of reminds me of poe. the love child of poe and barrett browning, perhaps? or robert browning and elizabeth barrett browning....

    beautiful read.
    | Posted on 2007-04-07 00:00:00 | by freeradical | [ Reply to This ]
      I like the fact that the piece speaks to being independant & responsible for your own actions, choices, and principles which you intend to implement into life. It does sound humble, but I must reply that the piece seems somewhat selfish as to discredit the feelings of those who would care about the person in question.
    "Scream not for me, caring Lover;
    This pain is not yours to bear.
    To hold my hand is my only plea;
    For this is my own dark despair."
    This is just perhaps my own opinion, however I would share this angst with my lover because we are one heart now and any happiness or pain either of us hold would be shared.
    Overall though, smooth read, goes well with my bitter wine and brings eclectic prespectives on how others may look at life.
    Cheers
    Steve-o
    | Posted on 2007-04-07 00:00:00 | by Isaac | [ Reply to This ]


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