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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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I remember your beauty when you were proud to be beautiful beauty which eclipsed your vibrancy long ago when you played the tramp I touched you held your hand and whispered softly into your throat I watched you fall through doors toward the tinkle and pseudo-glamour of gin mills strange men and spotted sheets you looked at me through armored eyes through the mirrors behind the bars jukebox wailing Waylon now there's a real man you muttered, whiskey breath under flashing neon signs on the avenue of ominous sights of the vagabond begging for cigarettes you kept telling me I was your one pang of guilt I remember those days when you thought your ass was God's Gift and you were right you made me feel like a sleazy drug lord with all the money in the world watching my woman shake it and turn and smile a bit of red tongue showing black eyes flashing about secrets I should have never told you I remember your beauty and you thought it would never fade you still smile at yourself through the mirror behind the bar the woman smiling back with a toothless grin is not the same young, vibrant one but you think it is I look for you ever so often clean you up get you a room for a month so you don't have to sleep in the street you don't remember me think I'm a trick it's okay I understand and if truth is known I still love you in my own way ©March 7, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
oh Jerry, my, my, my....exeptionally good...You never cease to amaze.  Lori |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
The only thing missing from this are the forgiving red lights which graced the sad faces all posturing at their best angles... There's a certain someone that I wonder about from time to time, wondering if he wonders about me. Hugs, for the haunted. And God/dess bless my teeth--they've proven to be most loyal in my grin.  I love this. You said I write the blues? Lovie? You just wrote my torchsong.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Lori, when you comment thusly, I just want you to know that it gives my heart a warm and fuzzy feeling. Thank you. Serenity, I can almost bet that ghost from your past thinks about you. All past lovers go back from time to time and relive what we had, and what we lost. If this is your torchsong I am proud to have been the one who wrote it. ~ I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
great tale filled with vivid imagery...filled me with a lot of different emotions...great poem, JerryPat There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hi Faith. I appreciate, as always, hearing from you. When you say the poem filled you with a lot of different emotion, that made my day, for that is what it is supposed to do. ~ I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die ~ |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
your writing is one of my guilty pleasures...more art than just words... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, steavenr, for those extra kind words. Thank you very much. ~ I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die ~ |
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