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Posted by: John Clements 13-Mar-2006, 03:06 PM

... I’m not dead.

From first missteps
From birth defects
From paint with lead
From SIDS in bed
From sheer neglect
From fevers spread

From dares I tried
From fists let fly
From bully guys
From countless lies
From evil eyes
From drugs I tried
From pesticides

From best laid plans
From dented cans
From dirty hands
From taking stands
From all the scams
From idle hands
From eating Spam

From heavy cream
From nicotine
From corporate schemes
From stolen dreams
From more caffeine
From blood I’ve streamed
From should have seen
From doubled teams

From what was said
From seeing red
From should have said
From what I said
From brothel beds

From all the strife
From bad advice
From all the vice
From genocide

From couldn’t hide
From won’t abide
From didn’t heed
From didn’t read
From allergies
From one more sneeze

From didn’t plead
From some disease
From all the greed
From all the speed
From all need
From smoking weed
From mockery

From falls from grace
From being displaced
From lack of space

From all the flops
From all the cops
From all the stops
From just nose drops

From oil spews
From no rescues
From fossil fuel
From all the booze
From being confused
From black and blues

From all the falls
From walls too tall
From all the stalls
From heavy hauls

From in too deep
From all the grief
From lack of peace
From all the creeps
From lack of sleep
From couldn’t breath
From buckling knees

From out of time
From out of mind
From no more rhyme
From acts of crime

From terrorist blasts
From should have passed
From didn’t last
From being lashed
From all the clash
From all the tasks

From lines I crossed
From getting lost
From all the cost
From a divorce

From hopeless tries
From do or dies
From booze imbibed
From things let slide
From loves that died
From all I’ve cried

From all the tokes
From stupid jokes
From all the dopes
From out of rope
From couldn’t cope
From loss of hope

From out of stride
From aiming high
From poked out eyes
From DU I’S
From couldn’t lie
From a drive by

From no refrain
From all the chains
From aches and pains
From all the stains
From full of shame
From all the blame
From going insane

From placing last
From nature’s wrath
From smothering trash
From all I’ve crashed

From dammed to hell
From Voodoo spells
From couldn’t tell
From couldn’t smell

From gravity
From atrophy
From day to day monotony

From dodging cars
From acts of God
From dieing Frogs
From smoking cars

From can’t abide
From can’t decide

From contemplating suicide

Every morning I lie in bed,
and often wonder what lies ahead.

Like a life, this is a work in progress.
Thanks, John

Posted by: Aaediwen 13-Mar-2006, 05:22 PM

All the things that might lay us to rest, but make us stronger when we overcome them.

like lightening strikes
or lengthy hikes
or shoddy bikes
or rusty pikes

Posted by: Dogshirt 13-Mar-2006, 08:19 PM

All I can say is: HOKA HEY!!!!!(It is a good day to die!). Live life and welcome death when the time comes!!!!!!!!!! And drinkk lots of beer!

Posted by: Dogshirt 13-Mar-2006, 08:20 PM

Or whiskey!

Posted by: stoirmeil 14-Mar-2006, 08:48 AM

This so needs to be sung.

And keep tucking in the "I'm not dead" line after every several verses. I have this vision of a good regular late-nite crowd in some little pub dragging you up to sing it for the goodnight number, and singing along. Maybe it becomes local tradition, folk process adding verses . . . Really, it gives me such a strong visual. You perched up on the three-legged stool with one foot hooked around the rung, with the guitar, with the gal who hands you the pint every few verses, through the smoke haze.

Those were the days.

Posted by: dundee 14-Mar-2006, 09:41 AM

must take you an awful long time to roll out of bed...
you might be suffering from depression...

Posted by: John Clements 14-Mar-2006, 11:16 AM

Hey guys, I think it’s pretty clear to all by now, that I don’t know what the
Hell I’m doing!

Right out of the box, Aaediwen explains to me what I’ve done. Just kidding, they sound like good additions.

Hey Dogshirt, remember Depth Charges, or did I just have too many of them, and fall off that stool that Stoirmeil conjured up? And last but not least, may I give a special thanks to dundee, for giving me the best laugh this morning, or was it this afternoon?

Thanks all,
John

Posted by: Elspeth 21-Mar-2006, 08:43 AM

Hey Johnny!

Yeah it would take a while to go through that every morning.

But, seriously..... I really liked this. The cries of the soul. Does that make me twisted and morbid?

I don't know squat about poetry any more than I know about art. I only know what I connect with. I haven't been many of thep places in your poem... ah, heck ms goody tushoes me, I haven't been hardly any of them, but I've had friends who have been. And I've been some of them. Right now I'm at can't abide. But that's better than contemplating suicide!

If can be annoyingly editing....
From walls to tall (too)
From no more rime (or rhyme?)

Want you to be the best you can be!

Ah, Johnny gota love you man.

You keep up a bravado and then you write something like this.... Must have the soul of a poet. A beer drinking, good time poet, but a the soul of a poet nonetheless.... Or is beer drinking, goodtime having a prerequiste to being a poet?

Posted by: John Clements 21-Mar-2006, 10:01 AM

Elspeth, first of all thanks for the spelling corrections, I need all the help I can get. Even with spell check I can manage make a fool of myself.

You know, I once wrote on my resume. If you’re looking for a new experience, don’t hire someone with a lot of it, so much for not knowing squat about art, or poetry.

Hey Elspeth, isn’t squat, almost, a four letter word?

Sometimes the most honest view of life is seen from a barroom floor.

Talk on you later,
Johnny

Posted by: Elspeth 21-Mar-2006, 12:38 PM

QUOTE (John Clements @ 21-Mar-2006, 11:01 AM)

So much here to crack me up.

First, I am the Queen of bad spelling and words that never even appear because my mind, who knows what's supposed to be there, overrules my eyes. Or my eyes are just slackers.

I Love this line! - If you’re looking for a new experience, don’t hire someone with a lot of it, - That is great. Describes the publishing conundrum right down to a nutshell. Sneak it in with your signature sometime. I might have to put you on my website quote page. Now If I can only figure out how to udate it.

Four letter words! That is a by-phrase in my house. My husband can only use four letter words - Nice, fine, good... AAARRRGGGHHH Squat at least has some flavor to it.

Posted by: Aaediwen 21-Mar-2006, 06:14 PM

That is a great line, "If you're looking for a new experience, don't hire someone with a lot of it" It's comical, and makes perfect sense. If you want to find a new way to do something, ask someone who has nary a clue how it's done already.

Sis E: I'm not sure if beer drinking and such is a pre-requesite for being a poet, but I sometimes wonder if depression and mental problems aren't. Look at how many wonderful artists in history have had some sort of mental condition.

As for being too good... I just told my mom a minute ago.... If I was afraid to go out and get stone drunk on occasion, or occasionally venture into the darker sides of life, then how would I live life without hiding under a rock. Can you really appreciate Heaven, if you don't raise some Hell? There's a lot to be learned on both sides of the coin.