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Last Call

Never I felt so alone, as this night
that I lie here in fright           
Passing on
Unabashed- unatoned
miles from home-  THEY'RE GONE!
Empty….scattered…..Strawn

Shouldn't have run that red light, it was wrong
Now my family's gone
Souls have flown
with a flash- and a moan
quickly thrown- like stones
wind shield….. Crushing…..bone

Just one last drink I had said- wryly smiled
She was right- she was riled
All the while
I held fast- and I smiled
defense -and denial
Words….so vainly….. styled

She'd accepted with trust- always did
Love, protect-  her, the kids
What I did
Braked and skid- as we slid
we flipped- the tree hit
White oak-….ripped….- and split

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Poet Destroyer A

April 11, 2015 at 9:30 PM

LOL, Ronald :) I'm waiting to see :) By the way, I will post it tomorrow, Under the SKAT, account after she gives me the say so.. Or should I say password..LOL

Ronald Wheeler

April 11, 2015 at 9:39 PM

Password- say so, tomaddo-tomato. Or if you're Al Gore...tomatoe. Ok, I'll keep an eye out for it. Literally! Did I mention I have a glass eye? But sometimes I just put it in my pocket and wear an eye patch....lol...Ijk, I never wear an eye patch.

Poet Destroyer A

April 11, 2015 at 9:22 PM

No Problem Ronald :) Glad it was a write from top, of the noggin. Just like My poem Big Foot, I dare you to write one.. Come on, you said, you want to write for fun. I will post the contest under my sisters account... Tomorrow. Linda

Ronald Wheeler

April 11, 2015 at 9:28 PM

Whose your sister Linda?

Ronald Wheeler

April 11, 2015 at 9:27 PM

You want me to write one about bigfoot? I'll do it and throw a twist into the ending. I'll make him marry Shaquille Oneal! I will I will...ha

Poet Destroyer A

April 11, 2015 at 7:39 PM

Hello, Ronald, I don't know why, but I love the style here. Not many poets on here write free falling poems. You might want to label this poem under the free verse. That is the close form to awesome. LOL. By the way, not a fun way to end a last call. I don't like the sound of crushing bones. This is deep, in a way I'm thinking this truly happen. I hope not... Hugs.. LINDA

Ronald Wheeler

April 11, 2015 at 9:18 PM

Oh, and thanks again!

Ronald Wheeler

April 11, 2015 at 9:16 PM

I'll be honest with you, I never have the first clue concerning the style or form of poem I'm writing. I usually just hear a few versus in my mind and then go with it. I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to learn a little more? I'll probably start entering a few of the contests on here for poops and giggles( as I do tend to giggle as I poo :), and I'm sure I'll learn more that way. I took a similar approach to painting. I didn't read one book, how-to manual, nary a youtube tutorial, nothing for the first year or two. Feel like it helps me develop my own unique style, I guess. I'm blissfully unawares that I'm doing it "wrong". Big monkey off my back! ha to the ha Oh, and no, it only happened in my noggin, THANK GOD!! I just tried to imagine that how I'd feel in that moment. God forbid....

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