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  therapist Body
« on: February 08, 2010, 08:05:21 PM » by cherylleveretteİ


When I talk even
E.F. Hutton and
Ellen Degeneres listen

I do truly care

and don't grimace!

This session isn't
that therapeutic

All I want
is the right response

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I didn't keep
Xanax around
for the fancy name,
you know

Hand on the Bible
to their innocence

We've enjoyed
my moments
of control

kept your soul, or mind,
or whatever you call it,
in submission

helped hide your feelings
from you
especially from you

Just because life
starts making sense
don't think for a minute
we'll stop

And writing these words
won't help a bit

They're more
than just a cute shape.
You need
those little
blue footballs.
 
Anything else
is nonsense


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"...I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom...." ~ Pablo Neruda

  Re: therapeutic session
« Reply #1 on: February 09, 2010, 02:23:12 AM » by rashmi
cheryll - this reminds me of the rolling stones no. - mother's little helper - only the pills were yellow!

some lines from the song:

What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
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  Re: therapeutic session
« Reply #2 on: February 09, 2010, 04:31:12 AM » by cherylleveretteİ
cheryll - this reminds me of the rolling stones no. - mother's little helper - only the pills were yellow!

some lines from the song:

What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today,"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day


Rashmi, thanks for the reply, your comments, and the song.  I remember the name but nothing else.  Sounds just like the 60s & 70s.

Thanks again,
cheryl
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"...I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom...." ~ Pablo Neruda

  Re: therapeutic session
« Reply #3 on: February 09, 2010, 09:01:10 AM » by Tom Riordan
I like the idea of "Listen up. This is your addiction talking"! Does "blue pills" today suggest Viagra more than Valium? (They should make a combo.) Tom
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  Re: therapeutic session
« Reply #4 on: February 09, 2010, 12:14:47 PM » by cherylleveretteİ
I like the idea of "Listen up. This is your addiction talking"! Does "blue pills" today suggest Viagra more than Valium? (They should make a combo.) Tom

Tom, you make two good points.  First of all, when I read through this again this morning, I felt like the opening was a bit dull & needed to be changed back to something like the original.  Secondly, blue pills do signify viagra to most people.

On the street this drug is called 'blue footballs'.  The designer name is Xanax.  My audience won't be street people so I should probably call it what it is.

What do you think?  I'll change the opening back to the way I had it, or similar.  Please let me know what you think.

This poem is obviously falling flat, but the subject is a good one.

cheryl
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"...I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom...." ~ Pablo Neruda

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