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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2011-09-13 10:44 PM


Daddy, oh Dad...I want to come home.
This city's too big and I'm all alone.
Please don't tell Mom, but I lied to her.
I'm not a success. I feel like I'm cursed.

Everyone here seems to talk so damned fast.
They move the same way. I'm just an outcast.
I am just some thing standing right in their way.
They bump into me--and the things that they say

cut me and hurt me and make me feel bad.
Daddy, oh Daddy, I'm feeling so sad.
I slept in the street without sleeping at all.
I've been so afraid that the buildings will fall.

These people are mean and they don't look at me.
I think I need someone to help me to be
stronger than now, while I get on my feet.
Dad? Are you there? I-am-so sorry.

Daddy? Oh Dad. I wish you would come home.

The city's too big. And we're all alone.

* * *
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRJQLzc-bco



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JerryPat2
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1 posted 2011-09-13 10:52 PM


A prayer of the mean streets played out in countless cities and downtown's across the fruited plain. The last line makes me think of dad as being a disappearing pimp. Gotta love it.

You took on the street edge and addressed it as it was meant to be addressed, with fright. . .

~~ "Government is not reason; it is not eloquent. It is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master." --George Washington ~~

serenity blaze
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2 posted 2011-09-13 11:19 PM




I woke up Sunday morning, crying, with my remote control in my hands, next to my ear.

My father, and my father-in-law had passed away mere weeks before 9-11.

It's still all mixed up in my mind, and this is one of those things I needed to get out of me. I never really came to terms with all of it...the "pimp" thing is kind of funny to me now. I always did feel like I was prostituting my (and others') emotions.

But thank you Jerry. You always did help me to feel a little less alone.

and *helpless shrug* The title came from the song, and yes, I know it ends rudely before it actually ends.

That's why I chose that particular rendition.

Yer a doll.

JerryPat2
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3 posted 2011-09-13 11:25 PM


Again. I COMPLETELY missed your premise. I think I will quit trying. It is getting embarrassing.

~~ "Government is not reason; it is not eloquent. It is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master." --George Washington ~~

serenity blaze
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4 posted 2011-09-13 11:26 PM


Jer? I am the one who should be embarrassed.

I think I write too personally.

*hearthugs*


OwlSA
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5 posted 2011-09-14 01:11 AM


I am so sorry for this pain, Karen.  You should not be embarrassed for writing personally.  All of your friends, I am sure, as I do, want to share your sorrows and your joys.  

Owl

latearrival
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6 posted 2011-09-14 01:35 AM


(((((hugs)))))
serenity blaze
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7 posted 2011-09-14 03:37 AM


Ty...

and that's my Dad's Haband shirt I'm wearing in my pic.



I miss him so much...

Margherita
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8 posted 2011-09-14 04:21 AM


Heartwrenching, dear Karen.

Love and hugs.
Margherita

serenity blaze
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9 posted 2011-09-14 05:35 AM


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=murYvyEzpUM
JL
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10 posted 2011-09-14 10:57 AM


Very deep write, for sure.
Enjoyed.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Paul Wilson
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11 posted 2011-09-14 02:27 PM


Karen...I can relate to this , because when I was younger and away from home working most of the time my daughter use to call me all the time and ask me when I was coming home. That really pulled at my heart strings.
I guess that is why we are so close today, even as adults she still says she misses not talking to me when we go just 2-3 days without talking.

Stay sweet and keep writing the way you do... Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

luminosity
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12 posted 2011-09-14 03:20 PM


"I think I need someone to help me to be
stronger than now"
Lucky are the ones who find help
powerful write

serenity blaze
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13 posted 2011-09-14 04:04 PM


Paullie? I totally forgot to hug you last time.

Not too late, is it?

Thank you all.

And something's been bugging me about this poem, and now I know what it is--I think I wrote it to the nursery rhyme--

"Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home..."

mercy

and merci I'm a mess.

flash
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14 posted 2011-09-14 06:21 PM


Sorry to hear about your loss..it's good to let your emotions out--during times of sorrow. Big city life can be lonesome, too. I once wrote a haiku:

lonsome city streets
no one making eye contact
except beggars!


Enjoyed the read,

flash


theladypoet21
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15 posted 2011-09-14 07:49 PM


I really liked this poem. It got to me. I felt connected in a way that I couldn't be because I have never been through that.
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ebonygirl
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16 posted 2011-09-14 11:01 PM


WOW, Serenity, pure and raw, Ms.E
suthern
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17 posted 2011-09-17 10:15 PM


I kept the phone service at the farm for as long as I could afford to do so... in part because I'd call that number. I knew no one would answer (I always disconnected the phone and hid it so someone didn't go in and give me a phone bill I really couldn't afford *S*) but hearing that ring somehow made him seem... reachable. And I definitely understand scrambling events... which is just to say... whatever the inspiration, you've written a poem that touches deeply.
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