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Open Poetry #47

From Womb to . . .

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2011-11-25 07:45 PM

spit out of my mother's womb
into the Devil's hand
had no time for dreams
for the midnight denizen's of
Satan's wicked streets
plied me with
seductive charm, false hope
a know-it-all swagger
and . . .
lots and lots of stupidity
it has been a long, long night
lived to look back on it all
as America's streets
trapped me into a nightmarish cauldron
known as life

©November 25, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton

~*~ He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,--Wild

[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (11-25-2011 08:17 PM).]

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2011-11-25 07:51 PM

You do dark and gritty from the gut.

Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2011-11-25 08:15 PM

Thanks, Lori.

~*~ He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,--Wild

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