JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-05
07:18 AM
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the blank page not unlike a deserted road the page is there for you to spin your magic write your poem for a better tomorrow the road likewise is there for you to run hanging thumb in the wind hoping for good luck, knowing you won't find it you spend time writing on the page even as you are putting miles behind you and your horrortown breathing agreeable air that comes from each mile of freedom you put behind you and home sweet (not)home the tumultuous weather conditions a distant remembrance of home a hollowing inside my chest cause me to think once again of home . . . a place of small town secrets . . . a place to run screaming from and write words on napkins while you're slurping your coffee a long way from horrortown
©September 19, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~
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jwesley
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563
Spring, Texas
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2012-11-05
08:54 AM
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Yeah, used to really like that blank page (bar napkins for your drink to sit on ) --- I wrote so many things on them back in my drinking days.... you know... a poem for a beer, or a really "sweet" poem for several beers, and an invite for the evening...
Wish now I could have at least a few of those back, not the originals, they were meant for the person they were given too ... but I'd sure like a copy.
Then again, their "life" was in the one of a kind uniqueness...
loved the write,
j.
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EmmaRose
Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376
Midwest
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2012-11-05
09:02 AM
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You give much life to that sanctuary a poet feels where he can best express.
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JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-05
09:20 AM
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Thanks J. One particular night comes to mind concerning the napkin and a barmaid (we called them that back then). There were others, of course, but she comes to mind just now. A wild joint in Bossier City, Louisiana called Blues Red Devil. I'm smiling as I recall it.
~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~
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JerryPat2
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South Louisiana
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2012-11-05
09:23 AM
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Good morning EmmaRose, and thank you for stopping, reading and commenting on my poetry. Poets write of life around and inside of them, I can do no other.
~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~
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Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
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Fair to middlin' of nowhere
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2012-11-05
11:21 AM
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The blank page and a cup of coffee...There you have it...the secret to your sucess! The two really go together well like ice cream and cake.
lori
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JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-05
11:24 AM
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Heh.Heh. How right you are, Lori. Thank you for still being here.~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~
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Victoria
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2012-11-05
02:33 PM
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I wish I could have read some of those napkins. Big tips for the bartender im sure. Nicely done Jerry.
~V~A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945)
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JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-05
02:42 PM
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Thank you, Victoria. Yeah, those napkins. Some were written about barmaids. Some were impressed enough to show their appreciation. Some were badly written, hate-filled angst directed toward my mother.~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~
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