JEALOUS MAN

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Stanley Pacion reads from his poem, JEALOUS MAN. He uses one of the special effects features of is Logitech Camera to emphasize the color green, which is the color traditionally associated with jealousy.
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JEALOUS MAN

I've never figured myself a jealous man.
Maybe when I was much younger,
During my teen years, I had a bit of a streak,
And, later, toward the end of my drinking,
Elements of my character became magnified,
True, especially for the worst parts.

Liquor always brought me to morbidity.

I became lost, crazy, think was upside down.
My bending of the elbow grew to obsession,
That was the mode, coloring my every move.

But you know the story, Honey. Hallelujah!

I was saved. For me, like Saint Paul's,
A miraculous conversion, blinded by the light,
I had been born free, citizen, Roman, holding rank,
Armed upon steed, death squad commander,
Who served at pleasure of god, Caesar,
To whom I pitched incense, and swore
Allegiance, knowing to act otherwise
Would mean pain of exile,
To be banished from Rome forever.

What a story! Knocked from horse, and
When that saint rose up, up from that ground,
From the road outside Damascus,
He had not only raised himself,
But us up, too, making for us all seats together,
Heavenly places, in the church of Christ, Jesus.

Forgive me. I digress, and what I call miracle
In my case may exaggeration for more pedestrian,
Quotidian explanation be, my experience
Panic attack, seizure, psychotic, I went nuts!

Leibchen, Ich habe ganz verrueckt gegangen!

However the therapies label, it certainly stopped
My practice of daily imbibing,
And took from me the terrible habit
And set me on steps toward character improvement.

Allow me here more common fare,
And borrow ready, simple conceit,
To come to full circle, to explain
How today's affection takes this all too zealous turn.
Oh by gosh, by golly! It has happened again,
Thinking about you and the things that adorn you
Has delivered me prey to the green-eyed monster.

When your stockings lay in bedroom bureau,
When you lived with me here in our home,
I would open the drawer and look upon them,
The pang I'd feel lay in what I could not...
For unlike them, I could not caress your entire leg!

Then I grew jealous of your buttons and zippers.

You might say, using strongest intonation, 'Stanley!
How can you be jealous of innocent items?
How can you be jealous of objects,
Please, like my own buttons and zippers?'

But I must retort, not so innocent at all!
For they hold you in so many intimate places,
And stay with you the whole day long, even now,
Now, when you are gone, utterly absent from my side!

The devil possesses me for my ardor so extreme,
I have become jealous of your shoes, because,
And you must have guessed the reason,
They hold your feet and take you away from me.

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[StanleyPacion]

Thank you so much again for all your very kind words. I hope I might continue to hold your high regard. Actually I am honored, since I know your comment is considered; it's exceedingly well put. I can not easily relate how much your encouragement means. I am very grateful for it. Yours, Stanley

[Nyhee7]

I like how the jealous streak came full circle. I also like the passion in your poem, and in your other poems. Passion is a hard flame to control.  I had to let God lovingly hold mine too. I hope you never lose your passion, for it keeps the stars alive.