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Heed

                                           

                                     It is the hardest of lessons and those most tedious of knocks
                             the aches and the tears that hurt so much, but also teach us the most 

 

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Marion

Hi Nev, though I admire your writings and your spirit I'm going to disagree  here though once not so long ago I would have agreed wholeheartedly but I now believe most of us have an innate sense of knowing deep inside. We know instinctively when we are hurting people, animals, being obnoxious, angry...causing mischief...we do it anyway and mostly...knowingly... because we all learned that god awful word...sorry.  What's to learn except we shouldn't have done it in the first place...and we knew that anyway. Then on the spiritual side I've read so many books that say we are here to learn lessons...are we? Were we not originated from the purest source or an actual piece of the purest source...there should then be nothing we need to learn. Maybe I'm not explaining myself very well, maybe I can't find a god these days...maybe I'm.tired of trying to make sense of the senseless and maybe I'm boring you shirtless...sorry lol...X

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Neville

No worries M ..
My conscience has just informed me that it would be far too easy to love ya .. so I just gotta be strong .. x

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Neville

is that a heeds up by any chance xx 

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Marion

You can do no wrong in my eyes...I love our little musings on life the universe and everything 🤩💞

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Being Me

If we stayed in our comfort zone our whole life we will have lived it comfortably but we will, probably, never have grown as a person. There's nothing quite like hunger to get us off our arse and go look for some nourishment. When we work out in a gym we tear, albeit a very, very small amount, muscle fibres (which hurts) and then these fibres heal stronger than they were before. No pain, no gain ...so they say.  I believe that it is the pain and hurt we suffer in life that puts us into the 'striving' mode. We strive to find an answer. We strive for something better. We strive to be better. Sometimes we simply strive to be. Comfort cages us, hurt and pain drive us forward — but we don't feel this at the time.  This is what your poem had me thinking about x

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Neville

I am delighted that you felt able to share your thoughts on the message contained here within my little scribble Tina ..

That is almost precisely the range of emotion and associated cognitions I had been hoping for .. 

I wonder, did you detect maybe a hint of Bodhidharma in the afterthoughts and taste they left behind ... x

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Being Me

Bodhidharma?  Gonna have to look that up ...lol

edited to add ... he was a monk who founded the zen branch of Mayanharma? Buddhism.  I don't know much at all about Buddhism except its peaceful, vegetarian, kung fu and avoid treading on ants.
My ignorance is disgraceful and I apologise x

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Gwendoline

Hi Nev, once again you are penning some punchy shorts my friend. I like this because it can be read in many ways really. I mean pain comes in many forms from many sources. I guess that leaves this magic ink open to suggestion from the readers perspective. And that could alter depending on their headspace on reading it. Forgive me if I make no sense I am heavily sleep deprived lol. But roll with me for a moment longer :) So are we meant to experience the many levels to pain? Like the mainly levels
of love. Does it lead us to question if certain pains should be prohibited, because their outcome is just so severe and detrimental, that it does not aid in growth but instead regresses it’s subject,  as we shut down. If we were for example a computer program and we were programmed inside a game to experience pain. But one pain forces the program to degenerate. We would as a programmer call that a bug and fix it. So is it okay to suggest that maybe whatever came to bring what this life is about, has some bugs to iron out that are detrimental to the greater plan? I am probably over thinking this. But it’s a good distraction :) thanks Nev for writing something small that causes such a stir in your readers grey matter. I love poetry for that ability :) 
I will end with “your pen is mighty” 💪🏼🙏

thanks my friend x 

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Neville

You are always far too generous with the words you sprinkle upon my little scribbles Gwen .. I shall return to these particular ones again later to savour and respond to more fully than time presently permits .. in the meantime tho' me & my ego both thank you most BIGLY and true x

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Gwendoline

All good my friend. I am chuffed I get to be a human who reads your first in this life :) I hope your day goes well x

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Neville

and back at ya my lovely x

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