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Are There Any of us Left?
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Are There Any of us Left? |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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The cruel streets I walked made me sad I looked not at him, nor at her Those who passed me by, gutter grads I felt at home among the curs We were outcasts from hearth and home Over the land our kind did roam. Looking here and then searching there As many as stars in the sky By foot, by car, sometimes by air We wanted to understand why We couldn't go back where we'd been Burned our bridges and that's a sin. Some were poets within their hearts A killer or two in the crowd And some were like me; a la carte Doing what it took to be proud Some chased women, some ran from them And in the mêlée some lost a gem. I sit here writing words of mine Wondering how many are left Who write words and sell for a dime I have escaped death's cold, cold theft I have fought the fight and I've won I'm old yes, but I've just begun ©December 6, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Again you offer us an excellent poem, dear Jerry. Chapeau! Something to ponder too. And your ending is simply perfect. You have your art and use it with passion. And ever so often your past becomes a source of rich emotions to share. Margherita |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Yes Jerry you have just begun.You have much more in you to give. Dig, deeper and deeper still.It seems to be there waiting for all to read and learn. I started reading the poetry sites back in 1999 and reread a lot I have kept in a large notebook the other day.I was surprised that I had been accepted because even then I was much older then the youngsters there.But I found some nice young people there and made some friends. Some I wrote to for many years via e-mail. Best to you, Jo |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Many, many thanks, Margherita, for another of your wonderful comments. Yes, my poetry is my life these days. Who knew when I was hating that literature class in school that I would publish books and compose poetry (eh, slice of life) in my dwindling years. Thank you again. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Your remarks, Jo, are wonderfully accepted. And . . . quote: is what I am trying to do these days, dig deeper and opening thoughts n'er expressed by me before. Thank you . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
It can be a long and lonely road when your feet are doing the driving and your thumb is in the air. Your tales are always wonderfully nostalgic JerryPat. Magnificent melodrama in retrospect, but for those who have never filled your moccasins, it was sure a 'tough row to hoe'. Excellent poetry JerryPat. 88's up and down the 'Southern Route' pal.  She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Oh yea, Jerry.. This is what poetry is for, what it is all about, in my opinion.. To move the emotions, tell stories of the living--and about that life in severe compaction.. You have done that here...:-) "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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