'When You Gotta Go'
copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley
Dig my grave, make it shallow
Heck just lay me on the ground
Clear a path and play the fiddle
And then dance all around
I have had a good ride
So carry on with the show
I'd just as soon stay here
But when you gotta go -you gotta go
(Chorus)
When you gotta go-You gotta go
If you're gonna get there on time
I hope to see you later
In the afterglow…
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Added by Rick Reiley on November 20, 2010 at 10:16am —
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It occurs to me that this exercise is actually TWO exercises since it is to be a letter between two people. So...
Sweet Libby,
Driving away from you was like ripping out my heart. I tried not to look back but my eyes wouldn't stay on the road and the sight of you standing in the doorway, so alone, was like a knife in the gut. I wish I had been stronger and left when you were still sleeping so I didn't have to see your tears and know I'd hurt you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.…
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Added by Sheree on December 7, 2010 at 3:52pm —
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A cascade of light
Pours down a concrete stream bed:
Oncoming traffic.
Added by Jami Ward on December 3, 2010 at 11:00pm —
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Fifteen years ago
He was a little baby.
Happy birthday, son!
Added by Jami Ward on November 29, 2010 at 10:00pm —
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Lights along the roof.
Decorations in the trees.
Christmas in the yard.
Added by Jami Ward on November 28, 2010 at 1:00am —
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People have walked their dogs here,
there are footprints in the snow
made by human feet, or rather
by the boots or shoes they wear,
and parallel to them,
rows of pawmarks, fore and hind,
left and right,
each dent followed by a slight drag;
some are dainty, as from a matron's yorkie,
others grand, a shepherd's,
rottweiler's, or lab's.
~
Off at an angle, zigzag,
here,…
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Added by Bettina Woolard on December 3, 2010 at 3:00pm —
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She is a ghost, Now.
A chilling slice of wind that curls
around the hairs of your forearm.
Refusing to leave in such a fashion,
She is a ghost.
Taken not by the disease
that wracked the body,…
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Added by J. Barrett Wolf on December 2, 2010 at 7:00pm —
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A woman returns to what is left of her house…
She bears a mark
On the tip of one finger…
She has been cupped in madness’…
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Added by J. Barrett Wolf on November 21, 2010 at 2:30pm —
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Someone who likes sex
With boy and girl buffalo?
Bison-sexual.
Added by Jami Ward on November 24, 2010 at 1:00am —
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My phone's in pieces.
I can only blame myself.
Now it's purple chrome!
Added by Jami Ward on November 23, 2010 at 1:00am —
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Softly she whispers,
"Can you take me to bed now?
I'm sleepy, Mommy."
Added by Jami Ward on November 22, 2010 at 1:00am —
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Solemn vows of tempestuous light
Overshadowed by songs of time
A place where the rain falls softly
On crimson roses fallen behind
The kiss of dew set upon the green
A vision in the warmth of a fire
A guardian covers the sky with clouds
Granting hearts with care's desire
Pathways to tread drowned by the sea
A forgotten past that closed with your eyes
Breathe your last existing… Continue
Added by Heather Wenske on November 29, 2010 at 11:31pm —
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Rock steps that lead down
Stop at the stairs leading up
To my cozy nest.
Added by Jami Ward on November 20, 2010 at 1:00am —
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Something is missing.
Although I hear it is right,
It feels very wrong.
Added by Steen Krause on June 8, 2010 at 2:05am —
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My sanity fled.
When did craziness descend?
When my kids arrived?
Added by Jami Ward on October 8, 2010 at 9:30pm —
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Your skin is translucent, like fine china
I can see just far enough to discern your names,
To feel the spear-tip anger that built your fortress.
I wish I were prettier.
Not just better than the thieves and grifters…
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Added by J. Barrett Wolf on November 21, 2010 at 2:49pm —
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[ I was asked to write an occasional poem for the tenth anniversary of the Broome County Library. It is more precisely a poetic speech, which I performed at their gala a few weeks ago. I am told it will be done in calligraphy and hung on the wall there.]
It is ten years this library has stood,
open to all who would attend their minds…
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Added by J. Barrett Wolf on November 21, 2010 at 2:30pm —
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Being You
You being you and me being me,
I often wonder what it is that you see.
What is it you like?
How do I compare?
Can I ever measure up to one so fair?
You're respected, revered, multi-talented to boot.
Am I just a novelty, only a trinket that's cute?
Enigmatic, undefined, the highest compliment, it's true.
With the questioned unasked you answered "Thank you for being you."
Added by Karrie Chambless on November 20, 2010 at 7:07pm —
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"Asshat", "Hat Rack" and
"To Bed We Go" are not right.
But thanks for playing.
Added by Jami Ward on November 17, 2010 at 11:00pm —
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He was The Little Prince, with hair “the color of gold” and a laughter that bounced from the stars. Like The Little Prince, his eternal curiosity drove him to explore and ask questions, ignoring boundaries imposed by adults who didn’t understand. This could be seen in his searching eyes, reaching up through raised eyebrows as a child looking to his father. Occasionally his unearthly wisdom betrayed his youthful persona, revealed through a…
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Added by Helen on November 17, 2010 at 10:00am —
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