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Premium MemberA Sad Country Song

Sittin’ over a beer,
But all I taste is my tears;
My life is just a sad country song.

Met the girl of my dreams,
But every day it seemed
That somethin’….
Somethin’ was  all wrong.

She said her love was true
She just didn’t say to who.
Come to find out, 
She’d been stringin’ me along.

So, I’m drunk and feelin’ mighty blue, 
Just wonderin’ what to do.
Bartender says, “Be a man. Be strong.”

But what's he know?
Guess I’ll pay my tab and go.
It’s time I be movin’ along.

Someday, I’ll find a real nice girl
Who’ll give a guy like me a whirl,
One who will never treat me wrong.

But until the day I do,
I’m all alone and blue.
Yes, she said her love was true.
She just didn’t say to who.
Now my life is just a sad country song.


Premium MemberTwo Pairs of Shoes

I got a pair for casual wear
and the salesman sold me another
for formal wear like romantic dates,
and job interviews
knowing I had just graduated and
had a beautiful girlfriend.

I've been working two shift jobs
paying down student loans
and credit card debt.
And my girlfriend left town
with a rich man
soon after she saw me
in worker's uniform.

It's been a while since then.

I still have two pairs of shoes,
the casual wear is worn out
the formal one is
brand new
wrapped in a fancy shoe box
made for expensive shoes.

August 1, 2017
TWO PAIRS OF SHOES--Sponsored by John Lawless

Premium MemberMashadi - a Love Poem

we met in the rain
you were the starship
i was the sojourner
and you talked to me

i was not hurried
you were not shy
in the quiet twilight
we found the secret

i’ve roamed the world
on each great day
i’ve softly wondered
is this our lost way

mashadi please listen
this is a love song
if you can hear
don’t shed a tear

Premium MemberShe a Flower So Delicately Blown

She A Flower So Delicately Blown

Hath there been far more kinder words I said
in my deep-fired angry accusations.
Our romance would have carried on instead
of this dark dungeon of deprivations!

Our first dance had given such treasured fruits
birthing that fantastic ecstatic kiss.
She was a beautiful belle, Southern roots
now so grievously lost, her love I miss!

She a flower so delicately blown
upon eager waiting paradise dreams
Was no way I, the young fool, could have known
we would both fall victim to evil schemes!

Youth, Fate and Time destroyed each loving heart
So tragic, now living lives torn apart!

R. J. Lindley
July 9th, 1980

Syllables Per Line: 	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

Premium MemberBye-Bye

Stay away from me
Our good times have gone away
Cheaters never win
Come on sing me a sad song
So I can laugh, while you cry
Written for: "Tanka"me" a sad song Contest Sponsored by: ~P.D.~ Written by: Carol Brown 6th Place Winner


Premium MemberTears We Have Smiled

In the Joyous occasion of the Birth of a Child
Vigorously We Flow, as a Stream in the Wild
We Sparkle and Shine :  to those WE Beguiled
Creating a Pond, from the “Tears we have Smiled”

ALL My LOVE : Always and FOREVER…HG ( Harry )

                           To Be Continued

Premium MemberAs I Type Here

As I type here
Thinking of you
Off to Arizona
Two planes flew
Fountain Hills
Where they stay
At home I miss
You for 10 days
© ... Gigno  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberGood Bye To Love

Soft summer breeze blows
Lovers romance at an end
good bye embrace as eyes lock

Premium MemberA Cherry Pit

Time continues flowing
             but very little changes
             besides location; there
             have been no provocations 
             nor much rain for even grain

             Life with out emotional pain
            would be better if there was
            somewhere to go every day and
            someone with whom to share it
            preferably with out having a fit

             Except for being happy this day
            or even once and awhile how can 
            I not sometimes feel as if a cherry
            pit that has fallen into grits?
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

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