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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2012-01-01 11:14 PM



1968
New Orleans
I'd been in worse
and better
places
it was just a room to sleep
sweaty night sleep
and stay
in the daytime, sitting on the bed
being quiet
not bother anyone
that was how it was done
how I wanted it
to hide my future and
secrets
the secrets that drove me there
damn it to hell and back in the first place
Downtown Jackson Brown
Minnie the Moocher and
all those cats
having Mardi Gras
outside my window
shuttered and closed tight window
because . . . I felt like hell
why not
who was I to think thoughts
of grandeur
as I am sitting and sweating
and
hording secrets
secrets, and
everybody knows them
made me write
Sitting all alone
In a smoky, crowded bar.
Life passes him by.

What happened to the
. . . . . . . .
hell, I can't even remember
what
is gone
sad
ain't it sad
how did I get this way
alone
when the whole world is partying
made me write this:
Carnival is here.
Crowds jam the street with laughter.
He plays solitaire.

Last night I ventured into
society
sorta
kinda
well, I went here:
High above the street
A lonely window shines bright.
Love is bought and sold.

Oh, yeah, I forgot
I have
secrets
to tell
if you want to hear
do you, huh,
don't you
my, my
what good are secrets
if nobody wants to hear them
so I write it down
on paper, yeah,
Crumpled note on floor
Tells the story of love gone.
A time for dying.


©February 3, 2005 / Jerry Pat Bolton

© Copyright 2012 Jerry Pat Bolton - All Rights Reserved
JerryPat2
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Posts 16975
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1 posted 2012-01-01 11:28 PM


Maybe the fun is over for the day.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (01-02-2012 06:26 AM).]

ebonygirl
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since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000
California U.S.A
2 posted 2012-01-02 01:22 AM


Hey you I'm still up. Secrets, please do tell! I'm a good secret keeper, true.
JP, this poem is so raw and vivid. I felt as if I was there.
Angels have been watching over you my friend.
Ms. E

bel1e
Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631

3 posted 2012-01-02 03:45 AM


The loneliness in this howls long into the night after everyone has gone to sleep...sorry I missed it earlier...

             

tracie66
Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713
Australia
4 posted 2012-01-02 04:23 AM


~hugs~ this thought provoking, imagery filled piece really got to me JerryPat - well written

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
                        — W. E. Channing



JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
5 posted 2012-01-02 06:44 AM


Thanks, Ms E, secrets are good huh?

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bel1e, I appreciate your comments.

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Thanks a lot, tracie66, forreading and commenting on my poem.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

jwesley
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563
Spring, Texas
6 posted 2012-01-02 09:02 AM


Sparks a few memories of my own, my friend...maybe they'll hit paper too...

enjoyed.

j.

JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
7 posted 2012-01-02 09:10 AM


I have found that airing the hurts out is a good way to blunt the pain. I have to do it every now and again. Thanks, j.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
8 posted 2012-01-02 10:36 AM


A gem my friend, one of many.

Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
9 posted 2012-01-02 10:37 AM


Thank you, Lori.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

JL
Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128
Texas, USA
10 posted 2012-01-02 11:32 AM


You weave your stories so well.  
Nice one Jerry.  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!

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