Open Poetry #49 |
Conceived and Born |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
it was then when the mountains skipped-to-Milou'd and rain fell upward the moon dripped blood into space the day I was conceived until that fateful day I was born I was a take no prisoners child . . . came with wings to fly tattered and battered wings an outlaw straight out of the chute and inside the ancients' determination I'd been terrorized and trashed had my finest hour in a skid row hotel with Wanda she had just finished off Bukowski sad, yes I know, sad she said I was better than he was eh . . . ©December 14, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Sad tale of 'where do I come from'. You betcha you are better than Charlie boy. He never came up with a line like,'raining upwards' |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
WoW! You capped off this year and zoomed into next year with this sentence . . . quote: I'm gonna carry that around in my hip pocket for the rest of my life Redstart. Thank you for being here. ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Your poems about "ancient history" are getting better and better! I expect one of these days you'll mention meeting Moses or the day dirt was made LOL! Just kidding, my friend! It occurs to me, that for however tragic things were for you as a child, it did make the circumstances of your birth and life remarkable. Whereas on the other hand, there is nothing remarkable about my beginnings. (nothing to write about there) Had your circumstances been different, you may not have had so much to say. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
When you are right you are right, Lori my friend. My birth and my checkered life has indeed be the inspiration for so many of my poems. I suppose one could say my poetry is somehow making it all work out exactly the way it should. My rehashing of my past has been the method which has given me a peace I never thought I would have. P.S.: I haven't met Moses, but in my new novel I have been there when dirt was made into man and woman. ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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