Open Poetry #1 |
Why Not Sell Me Next |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Raised in a flea market A chicken box my bed Countless battles i designed With soldiers made of lead Tucked underneath a table Keeping away from harm I would often venture out Overtaken by the charm Hearing the thunderous crowd The fear inside me grew As i raised up the sheet That blocked against my view Two legs hindered the way Before my homemade den Looking past to a sign I could not read back then What held my gaze intently The drawing of a man A helmet strapped on tightly A rifle gripped in hand Next to it a rocket ship But that I didn't care Losing myself in the mob The current took me there I stood before the display Marveling at the scene Of all the brand new soldiers Brilliantly colored green I asked the lady nicely If I could stay and play I put on my pouty face That always gets my way This time it didn't work She pointed to the crowd I fell down on the spot And cried a bit too loud My mother scooped me up She noticed I was lost We split ourselves a coke Sold the car for the cost She set me down to bed Wiped the tears from my eyes I reached out for my toys But that was my surprise I started wailing again My mother was perplexed She'd sold my soldiers off So why not sell me next |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
This touches me in a way that very little has. Brilliant!! |
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Krystal Member
since 1999-06-19
Posts 140Shelton,WA USA |
Awww... heart-rending. This was beautifully written. I'm at a loss for words, actually... ------------------ Shannon D. Montgomery ("Krystal") |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Walt, You're becoming a must-read. Well done!!!! |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
touching, amusing, well put together, maybe we can sell this poem to the highest bidder? ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...eight short weeks...your countenance...hoarse whispers...My One and Only...Tribute to M.J... serving wench...the mistress...stolen hours... devotion...Master...apart... |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
walt, I knew you had the Gift, but Wow! ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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Dragon Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 138Highmount,NY ,USA |
Oh Walt! This was truly your best.A Dragons tear for you my friend. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
thank you guys i still have the lead soldiers over at grannys so dont fret they are safe only missin a few that she sold o woe |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
This guy is good. I wish I could write as well as you. |
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Sundance Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 123 |
You r way to good! I could never compare! |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Walt...you never fail to amaze me! Keep up the good work! k? ------------------ ~onevoice~ "I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart." |
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Gentle Soul Member
since 1999-07-12
Posts 273Vinton,Ohio USA |
in the words of DreamEvil... you humble me! hehehe.. ------------------ Gënt£ë¤§°û£ |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Very good Sir WOW. Reminds me of the GI JOE locker box I had as a kid. Don't know where it went, but about three years ago I saw one in an antique store with a $400 price tag! Ah, the price of youth. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
excellent poem. I can remember having a tag sale when I was young to get money to go to the amusement park. I put all my Barbie dolls,their cloths, and the case they were all in out to be sold for $1. I had about 14 of them in there, I have wanted to slap myself silly many times since. |
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