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honor: “you stumble where gods get lost” *honor, still the tattoo being drawn on my senses, unresolved and demanding solution or surrender, acknowledging, that I am not poet enough tho y’all keep diverting me with poem commissions, half started but will freezer keep until Jacob’s angel and I have wrestled this honor notion to the ground for good, which means once and forever Patti’s words distinctly heard: “you stumble where gods get lost” and that’s what the poetry is for, to word wrestle until the resolution revelation shines and someone cries out uncle, father, son, are we not all samed and shamed when we wrestle with honor* will you know honor when it presents itself? a man keeps his word and another honors them both with a monthly sum that says friendship is a promise kept a father texts to a son in trouble “got your back” that elicits a return verse of “I love you;”. that’s love, not honor cause someone remembers their immigrant father’s hell going slowly by and this poem and that memory revived, that’s honor ******* tears on my phone screen, a ****** pain @6:53am on sabbath morn; no body invited the interlopers;  not me anyway) *honor is not a parade or not the kind on my mind today: the honor that gets you medaled that’s all about brotherhood, that’s a different kind of honor I understand but not what I’m about right wright write now looking for small acts, small doses, nearly invisible to the naked eye, indeed, ya need a scrunched up squint to detect the honor that I need so desperately seek to theorem proof that, even I got some one of you wrote me, I am nothing. one of you wrote me, that they are all busted up on the boulevard of broken dreams. trusting a stranger thru his crazier poems with depreciation and overwhelming sadnesses, is that honor? my rsvp (how could I not), is that honor? honor sought in the small necessities which are more important than small kindnesses wrought from love: those come easy natural necessary necessity, the word itself bleeds pressure on the soul; but i don’t mean paying your bills, burying your parents and such stuff;* honor is in the unnecessary:  where actions defeat uncertainty, honor is stepping up when no one calls out need honor is the first step the hand extended and the concomitant electric shock that traverses two hands in a shake that obviates unnecessary words like thank you which why gods stumble, get lost, they only get praise conferred but honor belongs only to us humans, to give honor. that’s power gods don’t got, why they oft get lost so thank you for staying with me this far, you honor me by listening to an old man seizing up when his mind asks him direct did you live with honor, and tho the summing up s’ain’t over, (lol laughing, at the ain’t autocorrect), at least now I know what to count, what counts, doing the unnecessary unasked in small ways, a quieter doing good, honor needs two and starts when you say hey hey you... *7:36am Saturnday  2+10+18 Shabbat Shekalim writ without disguise*
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
honor: “you stumble where gods get lost”
honor: “you stumble where gods get lost” *honor, still the tattoo being drawn on my senses, unresolved and demanding solution or surrender, acknowledging, that I am not poet enough tho y’all keep diverting me with poem commissions, half started but will freezer keep until Jacob’s angel and I have wrestled this honor notion to the ground for good, which means once and forever Patti’s words distinctly heard: “you stumble where gods get lost” and that’s what the poetry is for, to word wrestle until the resolution revelation shines and someone cries out uncle, father, son, are we not all samed and shamed when we wrestle with honor* will you know honor when it presents itself? a man keeps his word and another honors them both with a monthly sum that says friendship is a promise kept a father texts to a son in trouble “got your back” that elicits a return verse of “I love you;”. that’s love, not honor cause someone remembers their immigrant father’s hell going slowly by and this poem and that memory revived, that’s honor ******* tears on my phone screen, a ****** pain @6:53am on sabbath morn; no body invited the interlopers;  not me anyway) *honor is not a parade or not the kind on my mind today: the honor that gets you medaled that’s all about brotherhood, that’s a different kind of honor I understand but not what I’m about right wright write now looking for small acts, small doses, nearly invisible to the naked eye, indeed, ya need a scrunched up squint to detect the honor that I need so desperately seek to theorem proof that, even I got some one of you wrote me, I am nothing. one of you wrote me, that they are all busted up on the boulevard of broken dreams. trusting a stranger thru his crazier poems with depreciation and overwhelming sadnesses, is that honor? my rsvp (how could I not), is that honor? honor sought in the small necessities which are more important than small kindnesses wrought from love: those come easy natural necessary necessity, the word itself bleeds pressure on the soul; but i don’t mean paying your bills, burying your parents and such stuff;* honor is in the unnecessary:  where actions defeat uncertainty, honor is stepping up when no one calls out need honor is the first step the hand extended and the concomitant electric shock that traverses two hands in a shake that obviates unnecessary words like thank you which why gods stumble, get lost, they only get praise conferred but honor belongs only to us humans, to give honor. that’s power gods don’t got, why they oft get lost so thank you for staying with me this far, you honor me by listening to an old man seizing up when his mind asks him direct did you live with honor, and tho the summing up s’ain’t over, (lol laughing, at the ain’t autocorrect), at least now I know what to count, what counts, doing the unnecessary unasked in small ways, a quieter doing good, honor needs two and starts when you say hey hey you... *7:36am Saturnday  2+10+18 Shabbat Shekalim writ without disguise*
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2427648/the-patti-smith-poems-the-alchemy-of-his-prescriptions/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2346726/how-i-honor-you-notes-from-a-conversation-with-patti-smith/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2351121/honor-you-stumble-where-gods-get-lost/
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
The Patti Smith Collection
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2427648/the-patti-smith-poems-the-alchemy-of-his-prescriptions/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2346726/how-i-honor-you-notes-from-a-conversation-with-patti-smith/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2351121/honor-you-stumble-where-gods-get-lost/
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