Open Poetry #14 |
The Blues In Beantown |
ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I was singing blues in Beantown I needed one more gig to make it home The woman I loved just let me down She left me too alone. Ah, what's loving for when you're being used I was singing pain standing on that stage She had smiled and said,"parting isn't new and I won't be back again." Something in me said I was everywhere I felt like I'd never seen her before But she smiled in the crowd just sitting there And I wished her smiles to nevermore. I shook a bit but it made my singing clearer And her face froze when bluesy words just rang Her eyes they widened as I came nearer And in the song I used her name. And I sang, "How are you Mary? you know it's good to see you. I always loved your smile and I loved your loving style girl I'll remember you." I was somewhere in an alien scale I used my range to take me to the stars Her precious promised love suddenly failed Somewhere in her missing heart You see, she'd found herself a rich man and she'd always be living high. She left me to find the good life so I sang to say good-bye Oh, I had the words inside me and a lust goddess on my mind. There's a step from humankindness That kept illuminating my mind. Of all those words inside of me that night I got them out, Cause they were crying to be free Until their time runs out. Mary was trapped and she was dying Yes her tears they began to fall. I'll tell you why that girl was crying Cause she was losing after all. There was so much more to sing about but now the peace had come. So I made my way back to the stage From the shallow mess she'd become. So I sang let's not forget forever Because forever seldom stays the same And I called out to the bartender to buy her a drink in my lost name I said Mary, "I won't forget the pain, and truth's the way to say I'm angry But I find out that this deviled hurt lies on a road so dark and lonely!" So she slipped away in silence And in my heart I lost my soul, She'd searched for what she'd wanted more I was the her living stepping stone You see, she was going to marry a rich man And I was going to hear good-bye She left me for the good life But that night I made her cry. And these days I'm feeling happy Back at the old homestead. And yes I still sing the blues When she gets inside my head! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Great story, and is this not a song many sing? Wonderful job on this one. Proud To Be Canadian, eh! [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 06-01-2001).] |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
powerful POWERFUL poem an i loved reading it you are truely a poet my friend |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
"So I sang let's not forget forever Because forever seldom stays the same " great great great lines!! hey, if you don't put this to music, i will!! let me know! wonderful! ...whatever you do, don't bring Yoko to band practice....!!! |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
You had me at "blues". Jazz and blues are genre built from pain, but to the soul's ear its only voice. Good job. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
A masterful blues ballad, you definatly took it on home, and I enjoyed it greatly. Wonderful write. Regards, Olias. |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Don't we all? wonderful read...enjoyed so much. thank you for the thoughts |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
wonderful story and style, Mr. poet |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Wonderful engaging piece. Excellent writing. Poeminister |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wondered why the smoke was leaking out of the forum..why the sound of the piano was so mournful..AH....ethome is writing the blues.....good poem! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Mysteria and yes it is a song that many sing! Thanks Watersign6 I appreciate your POWERFUL words of kindness! Thanks Doreen if I don't put music to this then I'll give you full composer rights....thanks for taking the time to read! Julian I'm glad you could get into the bluesy end of this. Thanks! Thanks Olias I tried to bring it on home the best I could. Thanks for taking the time to read this! Logan I know what you mean and that's where all this came from...thanks for the comments! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Oh, I had the words inside me and a lust goddess on my mind. There's a step from humankindness That kept illuminating my mind. Of all those words inside of me that night I got them out, Cause they were crying to be free Until their time runs out. Mary was trapped and she was dying Yes her tears they began to fall. I'll tell you why that girl was crying Cause she was losing after all. There was so much more to sing about but now the peace had come. So I made my way back to the stage From the shallow mess she'd become. So I sang let's not forget forever Because forever seldom stays the same ======================== So she slipped away in silence And in my heart I lost my soul, She'd searched for what she'd wanted more I was the her living stepping stone You see, she was going to marry a rich man And I was going to hear good-bye She left me for the good life But that night I made her cry. ======================== I wish I had just a touch of your sense of rhythm and melodic, lyrical, muse. E-babes this was so cool to read aloud... and so many lines kissed with wisdom and lifes lessons... very cool write... Play it again ET no one sings the poectic blues like you. Im searchin for my warrior |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Sweet singer of dreams....again I hear you soft across the miles...wonderful Eric |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Balladeer for stopping in to read this. Poeminister I appreciate your input on this and thanks! PDV I thank you for noticing the smoke and stopping in to hear the blues! Janet, my dear poet lady, what can I say, your response to what I write is so wonderful. I think you have lots of melodic and rythmic qualities to your writing too! Paula my dear always a pleasure to hear from such a sweet poet as you. The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
smiling smiling smiling.... and without words.... |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Fantastic write, ethome...had me captured from the very beginning! I love the direction you went with this...truly enjoyed this one, m'friend! sp everytime I close my eyes, |
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sans38 Member
since 2001-03-03
Posts 117Westland, Michigan |
This was superb!! I can't find the right words to describe how wonderful this was! |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
I guess she was pretty & you miss her. Love exist's with the blues, . Memories change finance may not stay the same. An emotional poem ignighting similiar yet humbler experiances. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This reminds me of Harry Chapin at his best... telling a story so well you never forget the characters or their plight. Excellent work, ethome!! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Suthern, I appreciate that as I am a Chapin and Dylan fan. I even like the story telling antics of Tom T. Hall the country singer storyteller.....I appreciate your comments!! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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