I was going to pick up a pair of blue jeans
Found some at the second hands store for eight bucks
I could cut strips in them
No! An inner voice hollered inside my head.
Surprised me, as I was not serious.
On my way out a jacket with embroidery caught my eye.
It was unique. A gold star, rainbow, pink unicorn, green leprechaun.
Hand stitched. Inside in marker someone had written Jessie.
I tried it on and it fit me in a great way. Red t-shirt! The voice said.
I bought a red t-shirt at the Target across the street.
A week later Jessie’s photo came out in a major magazine.
She had been missing for over three years.
She was wearing my jacket – gold star, rainbow, pink unicorn, green leprechaun.
With blue jeans and a red t-shirt.
Where are you? I asked.
I am fine she told me in a dream that night.
I mailed the jacket to the police in San Francisco,
hoping they can do something with it.
Also hoping my DNA is not on it.
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022
Tears are good!!
Tears are good, really they are, indeed.
Tears are better than smiles since they show you your
own, and those who are
pawns of the world, clowns behind the bar.
Tears are a window when your vision is a blur, yet
you can see quite clean,
crimson and reds, whites and blues of the green
world.
Green in jealousy! Yet, Green is the fields that feed
you.
Tears expose the mockery very well.
It tells you, flint hearts walk wild.
It tells you people bother you, not that they love you,
but how they hate you.
A Hiatus From The Loaded Past
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Tears are good, for they hold up a mirror to your eyes,
in which there is a balm.
How men love to hate. How they love to despise. The
matadors of today are the
Damnatio ad bestias of yesterday,
for violence runs deep in the veins of man.
Tears are good for they hold up a mirror.
They show you the truth. They show you the sly,
They show you who cannot be your own.
Tears bring you a heart far lighter, after you mourn.
Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying this life ain't fun,
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.
Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying,"This life ain't fun."
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.
Jessie James was shot in the back by a trusted friend, Robert Ford on April 3,1882 for the reward offered for his capture Dead or Alive.
I remember the day
I first held you in my arms
Your beautiful smile
Your hands so small
Our trouble were few
But oh, how the years flew
I closed my eyes
Only for a moment
How can this be
Where did time go
I wake up
and your all grown
boxes now strewn
all over your room
I wipe away the tears
So you cant see
Just how heart broken
I will be
When you leave me........
Into a garden, Jessie wandered, wanting to get away.
Finding the glorious site, leaving all her dismay,
Warmed by the broad spectrum of light behind,
Captured within nature’s beauty, she did find.
Crisp clear pool, where reflections, are beheld true.
At first, not believing her eyes, though it was a clue,
Angelic wings, adorned her shoulders, in silent glory.
Upon that glance, Jessie remembered, an old story.
Of a maiden, that was forlorn, walking without will,
Stumbling upon a true paradise, with waters so still,
This gave her a glance, of her future, as it is foretold.
That upon what she saw, would be gained, without gold.
Amidst the flowers and greenery, that surrounded the space.
Angel guide of her deliverance, together, they would travel in grace.
Written by
Cecil Hickman
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name Reflection
Jessie! I would have filled
your empty heart with my overflowing love
if you had but caught it when I poured!
But, alas! Your arms lie at your sides!
And your face flinches not as
my last drop of blood drips
into emptiness!
Stuck up brat,
Always has to be in control,
Ready to eat all the time,
A control-freak,
Has to listen to country music.
How did you do it, I don’t understand
You saved my life, when I wanted to die
Only you gave me the courage to set down the knife
You gave me a reason NO, the want to live
You touched my heart
Your God’s gift, an angel in disguise
You opened my eyes
Without you I would have died
There is no doubt; you’re an angel in disguise
Some one who saved my life
I was lost in darkness until you turned on the light
That’s when I realized
My best friend is an angel in disguise
DEDICATED TO: JESSICA HARMON
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