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Born Out of Time

Born Out of Time

I am born out of time
There is no other explanation
When the world’s fixations today
Cause me severe dismay
I am disheartened 
By the silence of the lark
Her song forgotten 
Due to violence in the park

Where are the gentlemen 
That tip their tall top hats
To passing ladies in the street?
Or the ones who lay down their jackets
Over mud puddles for women’s feet?
I would wear a tightly cinched corset 
And pretend that I could breathe
Just to keep a petite, feminine figure
And carry a twirling parasol 
To make my look complete

Perhaps, I would step into a rowboat 
With help from kind offered hand
Float under bowing weeping willow trees
Enjoy the shade with a fine gentle man
And if he were very sweet
With manners of purest intention
We would share a perfectly pressed kiss
In nature’s privy place, not to mention
Yes, I am born out of time, sad to say
But I love to imagine the past, anyway
 

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Tony Taylor

HOLY COW CHERIE!!..... This is absolutely PERFECT in every way!!..... perfectly written, romantic, memorable, and truly PERFECT as it represents the heart and honest awareness of the woman I call my wife each day..... being aware of who we are TRULY..... is a blessing..... and it is MORE than apparent in the words you've shared with the world today!!.....I LOVE who you are....... even though it can be quite trying to live up to such high ideals!!..... hey what can I say.....I LOVE a good challenge!! (smiles)..... beautifully done sweetheart!!..... hugs-n-kisses!!......T xo. : )

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hey T...I had NO idea that you would feel that way about my poem.  I was not even sure I would post this one, but glad I did now.  I am painfully aware that I do not fit into this world's ideals and values...and it hurts me every day to feel lost....I do not think I am a high maintenance woman at all.....but very simplistic in what matters to me....the manners and grace with appreciation of relationships and nature of the past....where life seemed to move idly by without political correctiveness and tolerance with attitude that "anything goes" and  there is no black or white, only indivudiual truths....just doesn't sit well with me....I could just dissolve into the landscape of old fashion values and perceptions in the 1700-1800s....sigh...I guess I will just have to write about it....lol   Thanks, T.... Love n Hugs, xo    

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Jill Tait

Wowsas Cherie my love this is word perfect!! XX💕💕

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Jill.  Thank you!  That is a nice compliment...I sometimes doubt myself with some poems and wonder if I should post them....But your words are validating.  I feel  so misunderstood in this world...like I am born out of time...so longing for simple days of romance, manners, and simple respect and love that is genuine and pure.  It is hard to find those charming qualities in today's world...sigh...xo Love n Hugs    

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Greg Etsell

love this poem I to would
loved live in  the old days with
better manners and morals
some times I go to youtub
and look up videos from 1900 
I can spend hours watcing
with amazement at people
were in those day men were
gentlemen and women were
very lady like  and I could get lost time
I watched a video from 1900 1950 1990
what change  I saw what great poem
thank you that is what you should
is go to youtub and look up 1900
 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

HI Greg...I am so glad that you understand what I am talking about.  Those days gone by were so charming and there just did not seem to be the confusion of what is important in life...There was a deeper appreciation that I love...I enjoyed listening to my grandparents talk about their courting years and how different the times were.  Society is so caught up in technological advances and forgetting God's words in their hearts, that the beauty of purity in relationships is tainted...It makes me sad.  To me it seems that tolerance of everything and anything is the trend instead of the black and white of what is right and wrong.  I feel lost.  I do like to watch those old photos on Youtube as well..My dad sends me some in my email too...It always makes me feel wistful and born out of time...They are so neat.  Thanks, Greg. xo  ;) 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

xo :)  You are such a sweet presence on Cosmo, Jill....I love to look at your picture you posted on one of your poems and sense your friendly demeanor...It's nice. xo

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Jill Tait

Awww haha u r lovely person I can tell just talking to u luv thanks Cherie xxx💕💕💕

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A Lonely Journey

Cheerie, 
What a pretty piece of perfect poetry! 
You are definitely born out of time(and out of place, you're too good for this spheroid). There's a reason that old, black and white love stories are so much more romantic than the ones of today, and you've painted a wonderful image of old time love, and respect, and beauty here. Loved the sweet innocence, and gorgeous reminders of purity. Sigh. 
Beautiful job. 
Love and hugs, 
Matthew. 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Thank you, Matthew!  It seems you are a fan of the old fashioned days too....There is something missing in today's portrayal of what love is suppose to be about....The obsessive devotion and beautiful romantic depiction of purity and manners is missing....The innocence and beauty of love is not held sentimental like it should be....I see selfish motivations and lack of reverence.  When I see the old movies or old photos of the past, I am always drawn into the feel and tone of it all....and want to escape today....I love the scene in "The Notebook" when Alli and Noah are out in the row boat with all the swans around them....and the look the couple keeps giving each other is just so romantic and full of passion and desperation to be together....I found it beautiful and probably why I put a row boat scene in my poem...sigh...Thank you for understanding my sentimentality over old fashioned values of romance in this poem... Love n Hugs, Cheerie ;)  

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Larry Ran

My Dear Cherie,

Gone are the days of chivalry
Where ladies ever worshipped be
Her gentlemens utmost desire
To keep her feet from finding mire

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A cloak removed, and lain across
His damsels head so loving tossed
As she gives him a coquettish grin
And utters, "soon, my heart you'll win"

All my love,
Larry xxx

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi dear Larry...How very clever of you to in verse change the whole attitude in the second verses...lol.....I don't know if anyone should ever be worshiped, but just treated with respect and love.....when it was a precious gift and treated as such....Men deserve respect as well....I am just not used to this whole modern world of "anything goes" when it comes to relationships.....I am definitely born out of time....I just don't get it...lol  Thanks for your amazing verses and response to my work.  xo Love n Hugs 

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