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Ruth Martz Poem
I have sat through wind and rain
my insides have felt the sorrow
and the shame
of those who lived
and left with dreams
one way or another.
My walls remember happier times
between the lovely and the pride
of birthday joy, babies cries
older folks laying dead upon the door
whom neighbors helped with such great care
to their neighbors pain
Barefooted children
running through the fields
of waving wheat
yellow corn as high
as the machinery
that plowed them
Babies strapped on their mothers’ backs
who reached down to pick
the hoary headed cotton
waiting for the gin
Chickens pecking
in the red dirt
eating all the bugs away
Yes, I remember well
the secrets of myself.
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And I a broken vessel stuck in the sands of time
resort to times in time
when the newness of the traits
struck from out the land
of nothingness to glory
not made by human hands.
Filled with riches yet unseen by blighted eyes
a token made for love
reflected decadence and pain.
And I a broken vessel am broken in the sand
covered up and waiting until the desert land
is filled with clear,clean water
with salvation close at hand
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Only seventeen
on a hot Harley Machine.
Didn’t have to wear
a helmet
you could feel the air
streaming
through your hair.
Riding down the rainy road
behind a loaded semi
going to Ft. Collins
for the day.
Suddenly a back splash
hit them in the face
they weren’t trying to race
just trying to pass the truck.
Two seconds later
the bike was wrecked
and my girlfriend
laid dead on the rainy road.
Only seventeen
on a hot Harley machine
she never had a chance
to be a mother or a wife
two days before we graduated
from high school.
(In remembrance of Bonnie Hockett, Class of ‘67 -Cheyenne, Wyoming)
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Started in today
thought I would
have a happy day
Forget that !
I could get on my poetry site
I wanted so badly to write
just a few little poems
That’s All !
Forget That !
Don’t know how
I finally got in
I can’t remember
a thing
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If you’re a member of a clique
you’ll find out very quick
who is in and who is out.
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Where I come from
there are two
kinds of BBQ
so it’s your choice
for an authentic meal
Sweet and tangy
Vinegar that’s sharp
believe me
you can tell them
both apart
A giant glass
of the sweetest iced tea
ever made
Coleslaw by the bucketful
baked beans to tantalize
hope your stomach
is bigger than your eyes
Cornbread by the panful
smeared with butter
that will roll down off your chin
wipe it off and then begin again
Collards by the score
oh good gracious
who could ask for more
Make sure you’ve
got a roll of paper towels
because you eat the ribs
with fingers
that get sticky by the sauce
Then if you’ve have room
top it off with a bowl of banana pudding
the kind made in the South
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When the final sunset happens
when the moon no longer shines
when the castle moats are empty
all anger will decline
When the lunar sin
is counted
and death is in defeat
all our dragons will be slain
and laying at our feet
No harm be our incentive
into the dark we creep
crying demons
rising from the deep
cats mewling
no more belonging
to the rose or tulip
they lay upon the heap
dead dreams
We forever more shall sleep
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Wearing matching wooly vests
looking like two hippies
singing
“I Got You Babe”
an iconic song at best
she out did all the rest
That’s Cher !
Sitting on a horse
lamenting
of course
about being
“A Half-Breed”
That’s Cher !
A woman way before her time
she ran around with
“Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves”
all the men
laid their money down
when Cher came to town
Only woman in the world
who gets away
with strutting her stuff
in her underwear
I doubt she wanted
“To Turn Back Time”
She is greater
than she ever was
If you don’t think so
“Snap Out Of It”
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You treated me this way since
day three of our marriage
At first I thought it was me
causing the misery
I wised up and found
you were a man from Hades
I kept our home as best I could
you never even tried
after years of marriage
and two many blue-black eyes
I left....
Not soon enough
when denials lead the way
that’s what made me stay
too complex
a diet of denial never works...
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I was oh so foolish
I finally got my way
I scraped and stepped
on people, just let them lay
a sociopath they called me
I could only grin
they amounted to nothing
so I never thought it as a sin.
Lost my children and my wife
didn’t play attention to them
I was rolling in the money
I could only grin.
Now I am an old man
big retirement under my skin
all alone
day after day
in a chair I simply sit
got a lot of time and money
I can only grin.
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