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Revisiting White Christmas (April 30, 1975)

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icebox
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in the shadows


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Some days
the ground shakes and I don't remember why,
each year it takes a bit more
before puzzle pieces fit
so I can recognize images again,
you see,
little earthquakes happen here all the time
but no one pays attention,
like chump change
like thump and crump of mortar rounds
don't make nobody jump,
the dead don't know what hit 'em
and they don't care that I'm alive
so I keep moving,
like when the temperature was rising.

I always stay busy today,
for me
it's the best way to ignore memories,
though nothing makes them go away;
we sure did tell some lies those days
and make some hot pants promises,
always
tell them anything to get a kiss,
but that's the way it is
when you're stalking international bliss
trying to dance
in a world of political romance,
and we sure did put on a good show
though,
bent them over the table don't you know,
theater in the round
all around
well look at that
they're all around,
who would notice if a few more go down,
settle a few old nagging scores
in case we're gone forever more,
and ever since Bing started singing
the temperature kept rising.

I was going out today,
or maybe tomorrow,
or maybe I could stay
someone's always willing to pay,
even after tomorrow
when there'd be no more tomorrows;
my god
how we gonna move ‘em all,
how could we just walk away,
would this hollow pearl really fall,
how could it stand
when it was built on spice and ice and opium,
and there'd be no help at all
just that last radio call
just hitchers in the sky
trying to survive
when the temperature was rising.

Could I go back to being someone
in the world
when being no one here
felt so soft and comfortable
that my own skin was my best shirt,
and then
there was all the money that I'd made,
they said I had a special skill set
I wasn't just crawling in dirt
with grunts looking for the safest bet,
I was a master craftsman,
in a workshop
where almost every other tool and blade
seemed dull and bent
someone like me was heaven sent;
be nice though
to find another trade,
‘cause here
we were running out of shade
and it didn't help
to be among the few who knew it all along,
even before the temperature kept rising.

Should we stay,
no one asked me,
those who could already knew
my kind of stories always go over the side,
am I really gonna leave
hell
I'm wearing all I need,
OK
I suppose I had to find a ride;
time to hook a jump seat with the castle jarheads,
we owed each other that at least;
loud noises
real loud
the kind I just can't hear,
the kind that made me feel empty
deep inside,
would I be the last to die?
Nah
that slot was just filled.
Semper Fi!

Check the weather?
Yeah
yesterday,
it was 105
and rising.

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BluesSerenade
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1 posted 05-07-2017 10:20 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

I'm fascinated how you are able to write of days gone by and bring them to life.  Something about true stories that take me back but also being in the moment.

Very much enjoyed...as always.
icebox
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2 posted 05-09-2017 07:41 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for icebox

Thank you for taking your time to read this.  
miscellanea
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OH


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icebox,
    I am so glad you reposted this epic piece of history. Too often, we repeat, and need reminding.  This is a superb piece, doing just that to this reader. Your description has sunken into my thoughts.  Very vivid.

            `misc~
miscellanea
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icebox,
    I am so glad you reposted this epic piece of history. Too often, we repeat, and need reminding.  This is a superb piece, doing just that to this reader. Your description has sunken into my thoughts.  Very vivid.

            `misc~
 
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