dumb, drunk and unhappy
shuffling feet in a barnstorm
clapping nostalgia on the back
the knives’ out just for show
if this wasn’t love, I’d label it scorn
I am a collection of lines
in old and forgotten songs
dusty hymns sung to the low
ultraviolet dope down dawg
collared flea-bitten mongrel
of a steed bent on bad knees
weak, in need of a peek
at anything that can bring
some sunshine
Fostered gasoline children
foment rebellion from our nether
regions apart by river and wall
side by side on the map
to go where you need to go
we all need a guide
but take your time
choosing your ride
always remember:
it is not the destination but the journey
that takes life from you
pantomime the beat of carotid drug
cultures entwining in evening
sojourn, dinner’s on the table
it is getting cold
I smell smoke and realize
we’re all just carbon burning fuel,
cherries on a Marlboro
consuming our surroundings
polluting the air
we don’t last long enough
against the winds
I love black cars
but I fucking hate funerals
there’s grave dirt on my hands
and I ponder how many dead
are in the grit under my nails
I cannot answer that question, and
it is one that should go unanswered
like the prayers we utter
under our breath
I need more light to find a way home…
image courtesy of Pinterest
Beautifully melancholic, I loved it!
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Thank you Malcolm 🙏
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A pleasure!
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Great piece of art!
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Thank you so much 🙏❤. Appreciate your follow and taking the time to comment
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So powerful OP.
“I love black cars
but I fucking hate funerals
there’s grave dirt on my hands
and I ponder how many dead
are in the grit under my nails”
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Thank you Christine 🙏❤
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Olde Punk
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Olde Punk punches me in the gut and breaks my heart. Again.
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Thanks for your support 🙏
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Always
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
Olde Punk has a special way of recharging my heart. ❤
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Thank you very much Kindra 🙏❤
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You’re so welcome! I love ya! ❤
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❣
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I thought I WAS following you, until Kindra reposted this.
It’s stunning!
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Thank you very much 🙏
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I feel pain within this poem. I relate to what you are speaking.
Depression hurts badly yes. In days that feel gloom, poetry does in the end help seal up our wounds…but only for a short while.
Moving and emotionally hard poem.
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Thanks Charlie 🙏❤
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You welcome my friend. I’m always excited read your work. 🙂
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Likewise! Very much enjoying your new series 👏
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🙂
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Your words burrow into my skin and wriggle with raging truth amongst heartaches screamed and unspoken
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Amazing comment. Thank you AP🙏❤
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You are welcome of course.💜
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What she said! 🙂
Amazing comment for another amazing piece. 💚
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Thanks so much V💙💚💛💜
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💚 times 10. Not that I am competitive or anything… 😀
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Forgive me. I thought I’d been following your blog. WP disagrees. I’m prepared for acts of contrition, should they be required.
You’ve got a tremendously moving voice. I realize the grit of grave dirt under my own nails and the static cling of Marlboro smoke on my clothes. Humbling, to say the least.
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No contrition necessary and thank you so much for your kind words 🙏
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Fantastic, D. Heavy lines rich with image.
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Thanks Em🙏❤ hopefully you are well my friend
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Riding the rollercoaster, hanging on tight 🙂
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I know right how you feel! Don’t let go ❣
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How are you Dennis? I have been missing so much in my reader ugh! And I miss your bleedings.
🔥 here’s a red flame of appreciation to hopefully help cauterise back to green 💚 if that makes any sense haha 🌸
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Life has been hectic and difficult but we’re making progress. Had some health issues and we just had two funerals 😔. Just need a chance to get back to normal. How are you doing? Have missed you!
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oh I am sorry to hear that!! My condolences, Dennis, sincerely. Were they close to you?
And how are you going now with your health?
I do too…nothing life threatening, just making me really tired. I have to make some changes, working with the doctor and my naturopath. It’s easy to get sick of yourself, right?
You’ll be in my prayers, if you don’t mind me saying 💚
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You are very kind, thank you for your prayers. We lost matriarchal figures on both sides of the family this past week. One was unexpected. I’ve been having a difficult time with migraines and fybromyalgia the past couple of months and just had shoulder surgery so I’m left-handed at the moment 😁I can very much relate to being tired all of the time. Oh yeah and depression. It’s fun😟💚
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Oh no Dennis! I am so sorry to hear that. What awful timing, that you lost both of them! Hugs my friend!
Oh, gosh, you have been hammered! I understand some of it, as my naturopath said my symptoms were like fibromyalgia. But migraines too!! And surgery…oh my gosh…I will have a rum and coke for you tonight! 💚
I have some thyroid issues and iron issues, probably liver related and blah blah…health is holistic afterall, one thing always affects others, right, darn it! But stay away from artificial sweeteners if you aren’t already…too many links to fibromyalgia etc. That aspartame is #*%@$!!
🌸💐🏵💚
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thanks so much V. Weathering the rain like a stone, yeah?
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Heavy like a stone, definitely! 😝
I’m grateful for my support system, that’s for sure 💚🤓
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Me too. I would be in serious trouble without my family and friends 🙏💚
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Great comment BTW 💚
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Thank you!
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Thank you my friend 💚💚
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🔥
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Absolutely Amazing!
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thanks so much my friend
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
“…there’s grave dirt on my hands…and I ponder how many dead…are in the grit under my nails…” ramjetpoetry’s “Some sunshine,” is spellbinding!
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Thank you my friend 🙏
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Wow! You had so many choice lines and analogies that I don’t know where to start. I loved the Gasoline Children and I smell smoke… Great job!
Dwight
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Thanks so much Dwight 🙏
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“I smell smoke and realize
we’re all just carbon burning fuel,” – ❤
And the section "I love black cars " to "are in the grit under my nails" is inspired. Clever stuff.
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Thanks, I really appreciate being called clever. Thank you reading, cheers!
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Excellent piece. Bravo!
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Thank you very much 🙏
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When the night is dark
and things all seem wrong
those old forgotten songs
don’t stay forgotten
… very long.
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No they don’t do they? Thanks David 🙏
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