"Angie" likes to brag, telling us all,
“I’ve got my guy Under my Thumb.”
The Rolling Stones might call her a “Honky Tonk Woman,”
but you sure can’t say she is dumb.
Her man is a wealthy gambler.
He gets a thrill watching ”Tumblin’ Dice.”
"You Can’t Always Get What You Want,"
but his Angie baby gets everything nice.
"Wild Horses” can’t keep that man of hers
from giving her the most expensive things.
He brings her flowers and chocolates
and buys her big, fancy, high-priced rings.
He loves his convertible that’s hot red, but
if she said to "Paint It Black", he’d do it anyway.
Yesterday I heard her casually tell him,
“Honey, don’t forget. I need my new 'Ruby Tuesday'.”
I always had Angie Under My Thumb,
one day I heard her honking her car horn.
What had she just done with her anger,
my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black.
She was yelling back at me,
You Can't Always Get What You Want.
Now I will Tumblin Dice for release,
my new car is a big mess.
Her blue Mustang car playing The Rolling Stones,
a car of Wild Horses sped off in a flash.
No more Honky Tonk Women for me,
guess I will go back to my old friend Ruby Tuesday.
Angie-
A friend till the end.
Never asked for anything in return,
except what was earned.
She was cool, way better
than school.
She was love,
that God sent from above.
"My Nearest & Dearest Friend"
Written by Michelle L. Leblanc
Copyright: 01/22/2022
You have been such a source of strength to me this past year
One who has been there and understands with every tear
Although we were very different in how we were brought up
We now relate to each other so much as grown ups
We've been through our journeys of physical and emotional pain
And how much we understand each other has been one of life's greatest gains
But it's not just understanding each other that counts
It's how you make me feel heard and loved that I wish to announce
Not many people listen and understand the way that you do
Even with my all my details, you've made what I share feel important to you
Friendships like ours don't come around each and every day
Sometimes not even in a lifetime, many people will often say
So today I want to say how much your friendship means in my life
You're My Nearest and Dearest Friend whose value cannot be priced!
(Dedicated to my friend...Angie Jayne)
singing angie
rolling stones
gathering no moss
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026
I'm telling you a story
of a girl named Angie C.
I do not recognize her
that person would be me.
I need to learn to be myself
and speak at Spirits will.
These voices need to hinder speech
so I can just sit still and heal
I always knew I’d have a child one day,
A Boy or girl first? I had not a clue.
Once we were married, we did not delay
We had a daughter soon with eyes of blue.
My name for her already I’d picked out
some years before because I liked it so.
An angel’s name she’d have. There was no doubt.,
for “Angela” has such a pretty flow!
We call her Angie; she wears well the name.
She nearly is angelic. As a child,
she never gave us any cause to blame
her for a thing! She’s nurturing and mild.
She’s got her own kids now, and yet for me,
my Angie Baby she will always be.
May 24, 2019 for Joseph May's Musical Inspiration Poetry Contest
I chose the song Angie Baby for my inspiration, of course!
Another chance at life
Never met a girl like this before
Gives me confidence
Increased hopes blooming
Ever since I met this girl
I know how a woman can genuinely love
I have known a woman's love
And none compared to love you gave
For all your life you gave him everything
And as you gave there was nothing more
For there was only one you to give.
How beautiful you laughed then,
And I ws happier to call you friend.
And all your life you waited for him
To give but a fraction frail of what you gave
And you said it all to me
And I seeing all for myself told him,
But he was too popular to believe, and then
After he died. We were left suddenly alone
I wished I could atone for him
But you in silence endured loneliness well
For no one in the crowd knew your heart
The way you endured the disease of body
With stoic grace alone you fell apart
You carried the lethal child with Christian dignity
You were so young then but long to go. Now it is I
Left alone to ponder, why did I not find
Love like that in my preference for the polished kind?
The love of pleasure is our first blind;
You kept truth hidden in the agony of your mind.
Not an hour goes by without me
thinking of something to share with you
We share advice, favors, laughs, and sympathy
And every day I spend with you,
I find a little more of me
A ngie
N aging wife
G oing on pestering
I t feels like a stabbing knife
E bony Life.
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