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Come On Home
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Come On Home |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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Come Oh Home Sand, grit beneath bare feet, stepped in seagull droppings, sloshed off in briny foam, contribution to oceanic pollution. Broken sand dollars, cracked shells, bleached old tennis shoe, a somewhat familiar latex thing, kelp, beached jelly fish, rotted, stinky catfish, coke can rolling with the waves... funny, didn't't see those yesterday when you and I walked the beach. Must have had sun in my eyes, before the tears, after you said goodbye, said it wasn't US anymore, but ME and YOU, and the space between. Couldn't't have anything to do with my belly, love-handles, or bald head, could it? I mean, gee honey, with that behind, tuck and roll, and sagging flesh, I love YOU anyway. Its whats inside that counts. That never jiggles or sags. Is it another man? Whats he have that I don't? Money? Yeah, well, I can see where money can make what counts jiggle and sag. It's the difference between having or not having, isn't it. Bills paid, food on the table, eating out, going places, having fun... yeah, makes sense to me, but that's still not it, is it? Its thirty-years down the tubes, isn't it. Thirty-years of the same thing, of the same face, voice, actions, changing only in the number of wrinkles, size of the waist-line, general slowing down. Young and vivacious didn't consider that when she married strong and good-looking, did she? She didn't think about the changes that lay thirty-years away. Well I did, and I'm still here, and I will be tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that. Steady, solid, loving you even more than thirty-years ago, loving you tomorrow, and every day after that; so you come on home when the beach you walk turns dirty and gritty and coke cans bob in the waves. Come on home, honey... so I can kick you in the behind, tell you to suck rocks, and slam the door in your face! Yeah, come on home... *&%#@ ! w. james beard, jr. © May 2001 (giggle, giggle...was at work and had Doctor Laura on the radio and just couldn't help myself!) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Doctor Laura has the same effect on me!  My gosh, what a rant! Loved it!  |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Not sure what to make of this...hope it's meant in jest. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I think it's a perfectly honest look at two people walking on the beach after 30 years!!!! Kathleen Blake |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
our beach walks were very different, but you wrote this well. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
My oh my. I hope you're kidding. I'm sure the wrinkles go both ways. Joyce |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
James---There is alot of anger in this poem James...and this does happen...to many...I hope not to you. |
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Jesse Jaymz Senior Member
since 2000-01-24
Posts 708Youngstown, ohio |
i loved this poem. i know how it feels to be dumped so harsh like that. great poem and the anger shows very well. Jesse And I cry to the alleyway |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I don't think its over yet...but as the years pass it would be easy to justify the end...if that was the goal... If you can mentally ask yourself "Do I still want to stay with this women...even if she isn't perfect...ha...and the answer is yes...there is hope...if not that's why divorce lawyers have most of the money in this world... This is really cool the style you utilize for this poem...Dr. Laura brings out some good writing in you... James [This message has been edited by JamesMichael (edited 05-04-2001).] |
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