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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
I went on my journey That one stormy night I didn’t really mean To go very far But as I went on I felt it was right As I wandered into The welcoming bar I sat in the corner My feelings to hide When a stranger approached ‘You want something to do?’ I said ‘O.K then I aint doing nothing’ But all of that night I was thinking of you The ride it was long The storm it was brewing And all of the time The rain hammered down I said ‘Hey man Where are we going?’ He answered ‘We’re going To the next one horse town’ He pulled out a gun And held back the hammer And just stared at me With a smile on his face He said’ We need money’ I see he’s not joking He said ‘We’ll get some In this next hickey place’ Well I just followed It wasn’t clever I just didn’t know Why I’d taken that ride As we now stood there The gun it was loaded I was so scared I was shivering inside We started to run I started to panic Then he fired the gun And killed all my pride And now as I sit Here writing this note With my dry thirsty throat But I know that it’s right If I do my sentence I’ll see you more I’ll do my repentance This long lonely night I’ll pay the price For the deed I was doing No tears of remorse Will wash it away And when it’s all over I’ll see you in heaven I’m signing my note This last final day I went on my journey That one stormy night I didn’t really mean To go very far Jon Mewett [This message has been edited by Jon Mewett (edited 03-30-2000).] |
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Sasikat Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 290St. Petersburg, FL |
Wow, what a journey this is. Was this a real experience for you? Very scary what one can become involved in unsuspectingly. Sheila ...the earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of the land and the measure of our bodies are the same........... Joseph, Nez Perce Chief |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Nope It isn't real. I got the idea for this from a film which I can't remember the name of. I must admit most of my poems are fiction and observations.Does this make them poor poetry? I write only for pleasure.I often wonder myself where these things come from. Anyone got any ideas? Jon |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
What a journey Jon. The dominoe effect is something, huh? How one action can lead to all these other things. "I didn't really mean To go very far." That's an awesome statement in light of how far this person did go. PS- you couldn't write "poor poetry".  < !signature-->...Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.... Black Eagle Oglala Sioux holy man [This message has been edited by childomine (edited 03-30-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
No, fiction does not make for 'poor poetry'. Where do these things come from? I think you have a wonderfully active imagination! This is great Jon! Denise |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx C&D&S your words are always kind. Jon |
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Gene Senior Member
since 2000-01-23
Posts 935Colorado, USA |
Jon, This is a great story. you don't have to question where it comes from--it's a gift. ~Gene |
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John the cat Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 357England |
Jon, you got me again. You are the storyman supreme. Real or imagined the poetry is great to read. I only write as an outlet. I know nothing of the rules. I just think if you enjoy it, do it. May your roof never fall in and those beneath it never fall out. Irish proverb. |
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freckles Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 160Virginia USA |
Jon--Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem and great story. I agree with Gene and John though; don't question from where the gift comes, just use it to your own enjoyment (and in this case, ours too). "Unto thine own self be true, and it must follow as the night, the day; thou cans't not be false to any man."---Shakespeare |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx everybody. Sometimes I suppose we all get a crisis of confidence,you know just a tinge of doubt. Like I said before a poem is a naked person,and somtimes all that exposure can make you feel a bit chilly. Thanx again Jon |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Amazing poem!! You couldn't write something poor!! Keep posting and we'll keep replying it with care! Love and hugs, Lizzie  |
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twinsgd Member
since 2000-02-13
Posts 416Ontario,Canada |
I don't know how I missed this one Jon. Fantastic..you spin a yarn with the very best of them. Jack |
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KimW Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 268Medford, Oregon, USA |
Very well done.. The first reaction is to believe that this is a writing from your own experience. If that question had not already been asked, I would have asked the question. Interestingly enough I saw a show on The Learning Channel (can not remember the name of the show) And they were sharing a real story that so coincides with what you have written - it is Incredible. Excellent writing here that pulled me completely in. Kim |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I never thought for a moment that you did these things, but it sure was entetaining. Thanks for the story well written Liz |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Another great story Jon. |
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