EMOTIONAL DYSLEXIA
I’m not a rocket scientist
With a degree in physics or maths
Nor a war historian
Looking at historical paths
I’m not a radiologist
Who can see straight through you
When it comes to body Language
I haven’t got a clue
Don’t get me wrong I’m not uncaring
Though some may think I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
I don’t understand Freud’s reasoning
Or this nature nurture stuff
But I know of pain, of hurt, of joy
I thought I knew enough
Now it seems that I’m ignorant
And emotionally unskilled
I have to be more open
And this doesn’t make me thrilled
Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining
Well maybe I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
The Greeks they hug all the time
The French they like to kiss
I’ve heard tell of other things
I think I’ll give a miss
Group hugs, sharing, and self support
Just to name a few
All this Mumbo jumbo
It really is quite new
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not old fashioned
Well Maybe I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
In my youth we had discipline
We even had the cane
A bobby would clip me round the ear
My dad would do the same
But looking back it did no harm
At least that’s what I say
All my faults are recent
And not from yesterday
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not complaining
Well maybe I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
So what if I was battered
And my father loved to drink
My mother up and left
It was a case of swim or sink
It really doesn’t matter
I must live for today
Bottle up emotions
Pretend is what I say
Don’t get me wrong I’m not unhappy
Well maybe I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
I’m starting to change now
At least that’s what I’ve heard
I now know that I can be hurt
And it’s not at all absurd
I mustn’t hid my emotions
Behind this laughter shield
And learn to take some advice
From the psychology field
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not old fashioned
Well Maybe I am
I’m an emotional dyslexic
A red blooded English man
It’s been a long journey
And I’ve further yet to go
I have learnt a fair bit
But there’s still a lot to know
And to all the doubting Thomas’s
Who say it cannot last
I‘m looking to the future
I can’t live in the past
Don’t get me wrong I’m happy
This time I know I am
I’m no longer emotionally dyslexic
I’m a new age English man
A contest entry
- plight of the individual by unraveled.
2000 points, ended July 19, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You have some really neat ideas and lines in here, there's a mixture of challenge and evolution, a very fitting approach to the topic. However, the contest calls for free verse poetry or prose. Since this is rhyme it's not really what I was looking for
Thank you for entering,
-cassidy
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There are many ways in which we all deal with the way that we live, how we feel and how we manage to get through it. Some of us turn a blind eye and others tell jokes.. This is an excellent poem that shows that some people might have suffered but they can move past it.
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Absolutely brilliantly written. Simple and yet so direct and understandable. Honest and so true to mans faults and confusion. I love it
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