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This Is For Tina
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This Is For Tina |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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Down in the long arm near Key Largo I fell in love with a pretty blond girl. The best time upon me I married young Tina, we spent our days in a lover's new whirl. Deep in the night the passion would set us racing and restless under a spell. The nights ignited, our young hearts reeling, above the ocean we captured a thrill. Together as one we rolled the years in laughing and loving we let the world spin. Planning and caring two lives we were sharing in the circle of time beginning to end. One day past the homefront a perilous betrayer slipped in like a breeze shiftless unfurled. My loved one did answer the call of his potion soon I came home to an empty cold world. Gone on the promise of lies leading nowhere made from a pretense to truly stay one and as I read the note I would find there it spoke of her leaving with Daniel she loved. I was set back my mind lost and whirling I cried and I choked and watched the sky dim. Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing now she was gone like chaff on the wind. One rainy day a call struck my heart strings it was my Tina and oh how she cried. She said, "Oh Johnny I've done all the wrong things and now I know Daniel won't leave his wife. I am so sorry for causing you heartbreak I know how you've suffered now I'll sacrifice with this sorrow I've captured a great weight now is the time I shall leave from this life." I cried out in fear my whole soul pleading "Please Tina don't lose and give in to this end!" Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing "Hold on I'll be there to take you back in!" I raced in cold fear I drove the streets madly I ran up the stairway to where she was kept I kicked down the door with a force heart rending but she lay on the floor in a source blood red. There was my Tina sprawled out at her finish with the pistol beside her that took her last breath. I fell to the floor and cried with a vengence and vowed that I'd drink from the fountain of death. And as I knelt there sobbing so violent I felt my heart build a closet of hate. Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing now Tina was lost at devil's heart gate. I vowed that I'd search out the soul of this Daniel A reaper of justice I'd shadow his death. I kept to the task with a plan ill determined and swore we'd be meeting to settle this debt. Finally I placed him a gaurd on the long beach high up in a chair to save the distressed and when I saw him my heart skipped a queer beat up over the crowd he spread his proud chest. And as I stood there angry and empty I felt the need to swim out through the waves. Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing out through the cool waters I stroked with a rage. I swam a distance and truned in the sun's heat I yelled in a panic I was choking to death. He jumped from the tower and ran to my rescue to save this poor soul he'd give his best yet and when he reached me I was gasping and crying over his shoulder I was flung for the rest. Then round his throat my arm choked his life line I said, "this is for Tina," as he drew his last breath. And as I held him floating in silence I clutched his life jacket with tears in my eyes. I pulled him in to the crowd that was waiting I cried for amends that I'd held him too tight. Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing now I'm alone with the stars and the night. Planning and caring two lives we'd been sharing I cry for forgiveness for love over life. NOTHING LIKE THIS EVER HAPPENED TO ME BY THE WAY! NOTE: THis is a repost from open # 8 The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
What a story....from the storyteller, himself.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
ahhhh but you write it like you lived it...and thats the sign of a born writer. Yes..I recall this tale of poetic justice with a twist...'very cool E-babes.. Heres to your pen never running outta time nor rhyme   meoh you speak to me in riddles |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fantastic...at different times in my life I would have responded differently...today I would have probably just let her go...I could not expect her to stay where she was not happy...James |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I remember this one sweet poet man...you are like the storytellers of old...enrapturing your reader...drawing them in...holding them til the very last word... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Thank you for the repost... this is magnificent!!! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is excellent. . .  thanks for the repost!!!! ---------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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