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Array ( [sid] => 149990 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Wake up Call [time] => 2009-05-18 22:42:43 [hometext] => My first submission. [bodytext] => So as I rise to the screeching boxes
TV to one side alarm to the other
I can't help but feel like something is wrong
Have I done my part in this world of ours
Should I have held on to that God I had when I was little for a little while longer
I always question these things through Celexa
Through the river's fog
A wise man once said
A poet has the ability to hold anything in the fog
and make it look like a ghost
What of the town I once knew
The quiet neighborhood racked by
hit and runs six
vandalism three
and justice or equality
well
As I stand there 3 A.M. watching the fog creep through the cemetery I wonder
What would a poet put in this fog
Ever since our family plot filled I have been wrecked
Just like my cousin's car in West Virginia
My left tire one hundred yards down the road
my right tire inside the car
my engine block in the medial grass
and both passengers
covered in the quilts they made just two days ago
How can I say I can move on
How can I say that they would have wanted me to strive harder than ever before
I guess
If I stand in this fog
If I close my eyes
If I hold my head tight on my shoulders
If I think that they would want me to do this
Then as a poet [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => AdamLeeds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Wake up Call

Contributed by AdamLeeds on Monday, 18th May 2009 @ 10:42:43 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



So as I rise to the screeching boxes
TV to one side alarm to the other
I can't help but feel like something is wrong
Have I done my part in this world of ours
Should I have held on to that God I had when I was little for a little while longer
I always question these things through Celexa
Through the river's fog
A wise man once said
A poet has the ability to hold anything in the fog
and make it look like a ghost
What of the town I once knew
The quiet neighborhood racked by
hit and runs six
vandalism three
and justice or equality
well
As I stand there 3 A.M. watching the fog creep through the cemetery I wonder
What would a poet put in this fog
Ever since our family plot filled I have been wrecked
Just like my cousin's car in West Virginia
My left tire one hundred yards down the road
my right tire inside the car
my engine block in the medial grass
and both passengers
covered in the quilts they made just two days ago
How can I say I can move on
How can I say that they would have wanted me to strive harder than ever before
I guess
If I stand in this fog
If I close my eyes
If I hold my head tight on my shoulders
If I think that they would want me to do this
Then as a poet




Copyright © AdamLeeds ... [ 2009-05-18 22:42:43]
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Re: Wake up Call (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 19th May 2009 @ 08:01:51 PM AEST
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This is so personal and tender. It really moved me. Please keep posting.


Re: Wake up Call (User Rating: 1 )
by Elipsis on Wednesday, 20th May 2009 @ 01:35:39 AM AEST
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Thank you so much for sharing this... it's intense... open... and has just enough of that little extra... A lovely poem with deep emotions and thoughts... Thank you for sharing this with all of us!!




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