Think About It



There’s something to be said about a bruised spirit

 A memo to oneself to grasp a steadfast pivot

Sheeple fret too much about being compliant

Losing their sense of being self-reliant

Fixed in a soda pop world shutters the mind

To question what’s dealt is a positive sign

Having sense enough to get out of the rain

Doesn’t prepare oneself to go against the grain

Inherit personality traits that manifest true grit

Make a joke of the norm and cop the yen to outwit



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  24 comments for “Think About It

  1. 10/27/2017 at 1:37 pm

    Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. 10/27/2017 at 1:40 pm

    You captured it in the first line with ‘a bruised spirit’. One needs to be hurt and injured a little, or too adventurous to take divergent paths. The crescendo builds up to ‘making a joke of the norm.’ Totally loved this, Franci!

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    • 10/27/2017 at 2:31 pm

      Thank you, Reena. I have enjoyed all of the challenges but this one was my favorite to address. My thoughts came easily.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. 10/27/2017 at 3:18 pm

    Love both the poem and the picture you chose. Thanks for the shoutout!

    Liked by 1 person

    • 10/28/2017 at 12:00 pm

      Thank you, John. I am glad you enjoyed it.


  4. 10/27/2017 at 7:47 pm

    All I can say is you are so very clever! really your poems are always meaningful and clever!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. 10/28/2017 at 12:06 pm

    To question what’s dealt is a positive sign…

    Perfect words to mull over.


  6. 10/28/2017 at 12:40 pm

    An excellent poem Eugenia,
    “Sheeple fret too much about being compliant
    Losing their sense of being self-reliant”,……

    True, we live too much in fear, instead of speaking up for ourselves… But I think Eugenia we are seeing more now taking up that gauntlet and speaking up and out..

    wise poem dear friend… and loved the Owl.. ❤


  7. 10/28/2017 at 3:18 pm

    Good one, Eugenia… yes, there is a much of a muchness going on; but things are changing.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. 10/30/2017 at 1:32 pm

    Love the last line of this poem Eugenia. Excellent poetry.


  9. 10/30/2017 at 6:56 pm

    Thank you, Davy. I especially appreciate comments coming from you since I consider you an excellent poet.


  10. 10/31/2017 at 8:58 pm

    Very aptly put into very verse, every single word a thing of beauty.

    Liked by 1 person

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  12. 11/04/2017 at 1:55 pm

    Wonderfully written 😄

    Liked by 1 person

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