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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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Heaven hasn’t left me much But a basket of dirty laundry Waiting to be washed Egging me on with the odor of a lightly Bathed man Stains on his jacket from Sleeping in the alley Next to the Asian place on Duval street Can’t wait long enough So I pack my bags and head off Searching for the perfect place to Hang my day gracefully But his tombstone is fresh with etchings And the title makes me laugh “Beloved Friend” A man too many cared not to know Living hard on someone else’s dime Catching the train daily Resting along the way With a broken bottle half drank By sour lips While I sit with my basket Wondering why They all look so small from up here |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
You amaze me with lines like... "So I pack my bags and head off Searching for the perfect place to Hang my day gracefully" Good work. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Dam*! What is this doing down here with only one reply..? Perhaps it is beacaue of the time it was posted? This is a very good poem, bumping it up where it belongs..the top. enjoyed _______ __ice ><> |
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Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
i really like the meaning presented through symbolism. Good work |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Much enjoyed. - Owl |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
thank you all... |
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