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    The Flea Trainer

    I can see fleas on tiny seesaws
    sitting tiny swings that sway,
    contented and bored to just pass the time.
    How came they conditioned this way?

    First put the fleas within a jar
    and place the lid on top.
    The fleas will jump and jump and jump
    hitting glass and lid with knocks
    and after a while the muscles condition
    the jump to avoid the pain
    of colliding with lid and glass so hard
    over and over again.
    You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas,
    even put them on swings that sway.
    They’ll jump but within the limits imposed
    on muscles conditioned this way.


    We start out fresh to climb the mountain,
    to leave our marks on Life,
    to jump the stumbling stones of living
    and clear the hurdles of strife
    but we bang our heads. We skin our knees.
    We fracture our hopes and means.
    So when we jump, it’s not so high.
    Conditioning has stolen our Dreams!

    From the corner of my eye, I spied the jar.
    Without lid, there’s a chance to get out.
    Yet the fleas within just could not do it
    with freedom as close as a shout
    but my eyes perceived a single flea
    jumping high and above the rest,
    looking for the opening at the top of the jar
    where freedom is the dream and the quest.


    Each time he jumped, it seemed much higher
    defying his conditioning to win.
    I found myself cheering on this flea
    now showing me the Hero within.
    With eyes face up for one giant leap
    to clear the barrier, the bar,
    it lunged past fleas and the opening at the top.
    This flea-trainer jumped “Out” of the jar.
    I roared. The fleas in the jar were shocked!
    I clapped. Disbelief ran fast
    but there was no denying this Will of one flea
    now looking from the other side of the glass.


    I learned from the “insignificant”
    where significant wisdom is free
    that it’s not the size of the flea in the fight,
    it’s the size of the fight in the flea.
    Being beaten will no longer defeat me,
    tho’ I’m hammered on Life’s anvil and scarred.
    No longer will circumstances crush my Dreams.
    I’m a Flea ‘trained to jump’, from the jar.


    Namyh
    Last edited by Namyh; 08-27-2022, 10:15 AM.

  • #2
    Thanks everyone for stopping in for some Flea Training-101. Namyh

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    • #3
      Oh my goodness...this is wonderfully refreshing to read today! Thank you Namyh...just the perspective change and motivation I need to tackle a project that's been languishing!

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      • #4
        RLW - Looks like I got here just in time to avert a project from languishing, provide a perspective change and inject refreshment into the day. You have stamped this work with an "Oh my goodness" and that's motivation enough for any day........maybe enough to even jump from a jar! Whoa! LOL. Thanks a lot RLW! Namyh
        Last edited by Namyh; 09-05-2022, 02:42 PM.

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        • #5
          Without dreams there is no hope and without hope there is no life - a great reminder to give it our all. Really enjoyed your poem.

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          • #6
            Alexandra - Sometimes a "dream" is most what separates one person from another and is often shown by the behavior each exhibits as a result. Thanks Alex for stopping in and spreading a little Hope among we fleas down here trying to jump from the jar. Namyh

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            • #7
              Depressing Poet - Mighty glad you stopped in for this class in Fleaology101, designed to provide an “anti-depressant” for those “depressant” feelings which may keep us from that necessary “jump from the jar”. Thanks for attending class DP and there will be no homework tonight! Namyh

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