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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 ©May 1, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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P.U Stinkenbaum Member Posts 388 No Fan Of Exhaust Fans |
quote:"Sin" or no Mr. Bolton, I've sometimes burned a bridge or two just to keep myself from crossing them again. Still, in context, I catch your drift. quote:Now that justifies the entire poem Sir! Great read! Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here... |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I'm sure "your kind" are few and far between. On a hard road the mileage takes its toll. And I'm sure you were smarter than most as well. As I have said before, you are a blessed man, to be able to wake up to the feeling you've just begun at this stage of the game. How inspiring to wake to a new day and have it actually feel new. I envy you your light heart. ~L |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you very much, PU, for your fantastic comments. You give me more credit than sometimes I deserve. But 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 |
Lori, Lori, "smarter than most," Ahhh . . . Would that be true, but I was down in the trench's with the rest of them. But as far as being a "blessed man" I feel that way also, but I blame it on the genes which were passed down to me. Thank you for your thoughts, they are touching. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I think your journies gave you a better education then some receive in college.Thank yourself for making it your way. Jo |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I think your journies gave you a better education then some receive in college.Thank yourself for making it your way. Jo/latearrival |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you very much, Jo. Actually I believe in my heart that you are right. At least what I learned was a real and in your face educatio ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
always enjoy your poetry. Kat |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good seeing you again Kat, and thank you very much. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Are There Any of Us Left? 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 ©May 1, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Are There Any of Us Left? 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 ©May 1, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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