THE JEALOUS ONES!

THE JEALOUS ONES

Just look at them they say…

People are always around them…

Always acknowledging their achievements…

They are always smiling and happy…

I don’t see anything special about them…

My car is nicer than theirs…

And I have a dime and they’ve a nickel…

I won’t compliment them on their hair…

Or the nice clothes or shoe’s, they wear…

When they walk past me, I’ll pretend to not see…

Their beautiful aura that reflects so lovingly…

Pretend – pretend – pretend- this is what they do…

Many won’t try to keep their envy undercover…

The JEALOUS ONES, who love to hate on others!

 

Like a Mafia hit, they are riddled with jealousy…

Only the hit didn’t come from bullets…

It came from their own insecurities…

Like a wicked witch who stands for nothing…

On their broom watching to see someone else fall…

Deep are the feelings that keeps them bound in despair…

That disease called jealousy, and many don’t even care…

When they are shown love and kindness…

They often confuse it with weakness…

Unable to differentiate between the two…

They continue to remain in a state of blindness…

With not only one face but often two…

It’s heart-breaking and they don’t keep it undercover…

The JEALOUS ONES, who love to hate on others!

 Jasmine D. Parker ©
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The Beautiful Poetry of Mary Elizabeth Frye – Poets Who Inspire!

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Biography – 

Born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claud Frye.

The identity of the author of the poem was unknown until the late 1990s, when Frye revealed that she had written it. Her claim was later proven by Abigail Van Buren.

Her poem was also used in one of the Norwegian protocols to express condolences after the 2011 Norway attacks.

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The original poem was written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) from Baltimore, MD. There are in existence many slightly different versions of the poem. This extremely famous poem has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. She wrote it to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave. This is the only surviving poem of Mary Elizabeth Frye and quite possibly her only poem.

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What a beautiful poem; Although sad, the words are still comforting.  I hope each of you enjoy reading it as much as I did!

 

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep – 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-fry