The Corner Pub |
Time is all one has on the "inside |
Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... |
Another One Done Soft, low harmonica tune come softly, welcome in the night. Softens the cold, iron bars a rare, appreciated comfort. Couple of the blacks down the row, bottom tier. Singing the spiritual, with soul almost like a lullaby. Funny the things a man holds grabs onto, won’t even let go. Guess when y’all ain’t got much a little is all it takes. Counting the bars, cracks, stains counting the times they been counted. Worn the ink from the pages ain’t got nothing but stir. Praying every prayer know them all inside out. Praying up new prayers to pray is harder than the time. Living to again be living outside will one day come. Grabbing ahold of some harmonica as another day is done. bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... |
oops! Forgot the dedication... This one is for my "Blood" brother; Ron Marvin. Currently locked down in McAlester, OK. Hope it helps pass the time, bro! bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Daniel~ This is a unique validating line - 'counting the times they been counted.' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... |
thanks Marge! i thought it was an interesting turn of word... thanks for the read! bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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