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a Bar In a land called America |
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BitterSmoke Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 54 |
Her drunken eyes smiling Alone she dances with her friends "...and this is my friend Ashley" Where the means have become the ends Seek and ye shall find Where have I heard this before? Seek and ye shall be seeking This instead is the barroom lore Losing soul, we sing To gods of pain we genuflect Losing self we moan fear Wallowing in our self regret She walks into a bar with one guy She walks out with another man What is your pain, I ask her She loses her search before it began She wonders, door to door She wonders, bed to bed She lives wishing for naught but true love It is to this destruction we are all led. Ride Morrison's snake as he sings to the end Be drunk in Cohen's midnight choir Turned out to die on a boat by Waterhouse It is but escape from pain we desire In terror we huddle into the non-reality Barroom's soft glow we feed The dark whim of twilight hums in delight This is our lives we lead Wasting away on budweiser and cigarettes Longing for what I would only want again A field sewn with dragon teeth Grows only pain with no love to lend Sweet ecstasy of a tear Sweet forgiveness of a kiss Shallow graves we have dug ourselves When this is our only path to bliss The devil's handiwork Love becomes a lay Life becomes the weekend Intoxication is our play ************************** Love? Perhaps love of our Earth. Perhaps love of another human. Perhaps just... Love. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The devil's handiwork Love becomes a lay Life becomes the weekend Intoxication is our play all too familiar.. my husband enticed by drink and a lay...*s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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angelbear Member
since 2001-05-22
Posts 139North East, USA |
Enjoyed this poem and its many insights.Wonderful work... I can't control |
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angelbear Member
since 2001-05-22
Posts 139North East, USA |
Bitter soke..oh yeah, I forgot...plese read my response to your comment for "Leaving Shadow"..maybe you have some ideas for me to convey better my point..again..great work here.. |
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qtpieelmo Senior Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 989Sesame Street :) hee hee ,NY |
Wow great images & truth--Loved it  LOVE ELMO <3 |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This is fantastic, glad I found it, usually I am at the Open forum, but for some reason, DP called to me tonight. Now I see why. This is, well profoundly profound. Sandra |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Bitter Smoke, this is as deep as an ocean, with hidden meanings as treacherous as reefs. I particularly liked Life becomes the weekend Intoxication is our play Write on Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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dragonpoe Senior Member
since 2000-11-12
Posts 608Palm Bay, Florida |
Great read, you have so many strong lines in here, I can't pick them all out. I enjoyed the read, fully. With the word, I am mighty, with the pen I am free.. |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
This was a really great poem! Exellent job! LadyPeach1 |
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Lady Bere Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 73Valmeyer, Illinois USA |
This is so true. What a tragedy that it can be seen all the time. My husband is a professional musician and this is a familiar sight. Thank you for the excellent expression of your poem. |
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