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Welcome to the (Anti)Valentine's Day issue of THE CAT'S MEOW! Please do not be offended; the celebration of "LOVE" and couplehood, so cherished by card and candy companies and visciously hyped by the media, is a wonderful thing...if one is blessed by such a relationship. But, for those of us who are not, those who have lost their beloved through illness or death, those separated by distance and time, or those who have discovered that what they 'thought' was "love" is not, we offer comfort: you are not alone; there are many like you out there. (And, then, there are those blissful souls to whom this is 'just another day', those who ascribe to the notion that 'A Woman without a Man(or vice versa) is like a fish without a bicycle'... -- but we shall leave the exploration of their thoughts and feelings for another day.)
"Love" (or what we mistake for it) comes in many flavors. We shall taste some of these, today. And, we will look at the only TRUE love that exists, and how it may be encouraged to blossom....
Should any of these gleanings inspire you to further investigation, be sure to visit our website for further information and helpful resources!
AT SEVENTEEN
Janis Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
said, Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown queen
Married into what she needs
A guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
Indebentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen.
Reprinted from Leo's Lyrics
A Better Place to Be by Harry Chapin
It was an early morning bar room,
And the place just opened up.
And the little man come in so fast and
Started at his cup.
And the broad who served the whisky
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been awhile
Since you been around.
Where the hell you been hidin'
And why you look so down ?"
But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.
The waitress she gave out a cough,
And acting not the least put off,
She spoke once again.
She said, "I don't want to bother you,
Consider it's understood.
I know I'm not no beauty queen,
But I sure can listen good."
And the little man took his drink in his hand
And he raised it to his lips.
He took a couple of sips.
And he told the waitress this story.
"I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Die.
And I watch the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright.
"Oh she was so damned beautiful that she'd warm a winter's frost.
But she was long past lonely, and well nigh unto lost.
Now I'm not much of a mover, or a pick-em-up easy guy,
But I decided to glide on over, and give her one good try.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was worth a try.
Tongued-tied like a school boy, I stammered out some words.
But it did not really matter much, 'cause I don't think she heard.
She just looked clear on through me to a space back in my head.
And it shamed me into silence, as quietly she said,
'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be.'
"I drove her to my boarding house, and I took her up to my room.
And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom."
But she said, 'Please leave the light off, Oh I don't mind the dark.'
And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
The moonlight shown upon her as she lay back in my bed.
It was the kind of scene I only had imagined in my head.
I just could not believe it, to think that she was real.
And as I tried to tell her she said 'Shhh.. I know just how you feel.
And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I've been oh so lonely, lovin' someone is a better way to be.
Anywhere's a better way to be.'
"The morning come so swiftly but I held her in my arms.
But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from harm.
I did not want to share her with the world or break the mood,
So before she woke I went out and brought us both some food.
"I came back with my paper bag, to find out she was gone.
She'd left a six word letter saying 'It's time that I moved on.'"
The waitress took a bar rag, and she wiped it across her eyes.
And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh.
She said "I wish that I was beautiful, or that you were halfway blind.
And I wish I weren't so dog-gone fat, I wish that you were mine.
And I wish that you'd come with me, when I leave for home.
For we both know all about loneliness, and livin' all alone."
And the little man,
Looked at the empty glass in his hand.
And he smiled a crooked grin,
He said, " I guess I'm out of gin.
And know we both have been so lonely.
And if you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I know I'm goin' nowhere and anywhere's a better place to be."
Originally found on the album Sniper & Other Love Songs.
A copy of the song can be found on these CDs:
The Gold Medal Collection
The Bottom Line
Encore Collection
© 2002 Searching Within
Reprinted from www.searchingwithin.com
"I Need A Lover"
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some guy to thrill me and then go away
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some girl who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'
Well I've been walking the streets up and down
Racing through the human jungle at night
I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent
Hey I'm so weak won't somebody shut off the light
Electricity runs through the video
As I watch from this hole I call home
All the stony's are dancing to the radio
And I got the world calling me up here
Tonight on the phone
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some guy who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'
Well I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living
Gonna quit this job, go to school or head back home
Well I'm not asking to be loved or be forgiven
Hey I just can't be shakin' in this bedroom
One more night alone
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some girl who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
[Thanks to Korn_girl1486@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
Reprinted from"www.azlyrics.com
WE'RE LIKE SHIPS
We're like two ships that pass in the night,
We don't love but at least we don't fight.
I keep my distance from the ship you steer,
Sometimes I'm surprised that you're even here.
We're like ships that own the waterways,
It doesn't really matter who leaves or who stays.
We never have to pass so close our eyes can see,
We never have to once again experience the misery.
When will our paths cross and then run parallel,
We've faked it long enough, and done it well.
But it's time for our ships to leave their harbor now,
All we have left are broken memories anyhow...
We're like ships that pass almost by chance,
There's nothing left to us, gone is our romance.
It's time the ship takes sail and coasts out to sea,
It's time for this marriage to become just a memory....
Love and Light,
Donna Wallace
a.k.a. Gentle-Daydreamer
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/daydreamer1/index.html
http://www.MidnightEdition.com/poets/donna
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(1903) MATTOON -- St. Valentine's Day is approaching and the store windows are full of comic and sentimentals. People thought the observance of the day would decline and die out long ago but the rage for it seems to be increasing. Reprinted from the "Glancing Back" column of the Mattoon (IL) Journal-Gazette Miss Annie was in her 80's, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in the spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea. As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water. In the water floated, of all things... a condom. Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his curiosity! Surely Miss Annie had flipped or something...! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange sight in her parlor. When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him, and he could resist no longer. "Miss Annie," he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" (pointing to the bowl). "Oh, yes," she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking downtown last fall and I found this little package. The directions said to put it on the organ, keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you know...I haven't had a cold all winter." Reprinted from Smile Awhile Are "YOU" in an Abusive Relationship? What is Domestic Violence? A commonly used definition is: A pattern of assault and or coercive behaviors, including physical, sexual and psychological attacks, as well as economic coercion, that adults and adolescents use against their intimate partners. Legal definition: battery with injury committed against a victim by an offender who is or was a spouse, who is or was living as if a spouse, or who has a child in common with the victim. Domestic violence includes all forms of family violence: wife beating, martial rape, child abuse, neglect and sexual abuse, elder abuse and incest as well as more subtle forms of physical, sexual, verbal, emotional, and economic control of family members or intimate partners. Are you with someone who:
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