To Post In Every Hitter Joint In Midtown

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Open Poetry #28

To Post In Every Hitter Joint In Midtown

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2003-09-02 03:36 PM

stand up to the bar
so, she ripped your heart from you
have another beer

gone like melted wax
so, she promised endless love
oh well never mind

you tried your best moves
it was laughter all the while
so, you're not alone

endless lines of fans
meandering the sidewalks
wonder what went wrong

©2003 by icebox

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2003-09-02 03:42 PM

icebox
Interesting write, enjoyed.

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2003-09-02 04:51 PM

Excellent ...love these!
~Hugs~

~ Summer can't be over...
I still have the sand in my shoes ~

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

3 posted 2003-09-03 09:11 AM

it's a shame I don't drink(much) or I would
be standing there, too.

M

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

4 posted 2003-09-03 09:16 AM

Icy~That is the question..what went wrong?

Susan

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

5 posted 2003-09-03 10:54 PM

Seymour Tabin ~ Glad you enjoyed it.  Thank you for taking the time to tell me.

Enchantress ~ Hi!  Thank you.

nakdthoughts ~ *smile* My sense is that you would not treat people this way. *smile*

Susan Caldwell ~ Well, I was part of a casual conversation wherein a person put forth the proposition that we get what we deserve in our social encounters and that people should stop whining about their petty disappointments and rejections.  My sense of the person taking this position however was very strongly that she had experienced very little rejection in her life.  So much so that I might wager money on her not even getting red lights when she drives.  Basically, she does not live by the concept of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."  This conversation prompted this poem.

So, what went wrong?  Well, sometimes we choose badly. *smile*

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