Submissions by standingmyground
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Are There Any of us Left
The cruel streets I walked made me sad
I looked not at him, nor at her
Those who passed me by, gutter grads
I felt at home among the curs
We were outcasts from hearth and home
Over the land our kind did roam.
Looking here and then searching there
As many as stars in the sky
By foot, by car, sometimes by air
We wanted to understand why
We couldn't go back where we'd been
Burned our bridges and that's a sin.
Some were poets within their hearts
A killer or two in the crowd
And some were like me; a la carte ...
I looked not at him, nor at her
Those who passed me by, gutter grads
I felt at home among the curs
We were outcasts from hearth and home
Over the land our kind did roam.
Looking here and then searching there
As many as stars in the sky
By foot, by car, sometimes by air
We wanted to understand why
We couldn't go back where we'd been
Burned our bridges and that's a sin.
Some were poets within their hearts
A killer or two in the crowd
And some were like me; a la carte ...
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Young Love
Where you cognizant that you loved me,
And of your love was I aware?
Young love can happen when you're old,
Consume you like purified air.
Destiny, like wind to your back,
Pushes you onward, n'er to end.
Once in a while I see you pass,
I've kept your secret my good friend.
©April 21, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
And of your love was I aware?
Young love can happen when you're old,
Consume you like purified air.
Destiny, like wind to your back,
Pushes you onward, n'er to end.
Once in a while I see you pass,
I've kept your secret my good friend.
©April 21, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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6 Comments
What to do, What to do
I was left standing
betwixt a feeling and a truth
between the yearning and the fact
is a crack
I, teetering in the middle
of both sides of the canyon
I wanted to jump and
bridge the gap
can’t do it, can’t do it
can't cross, can't cross
to either side
stuck in limbo
can't make the jump
afraid everything will crash and burn
crash and burn, crash and burn
dammit to hell and back
don't look down, nothing to see ...
betwixt a feeling and a truth
between the yearning and the fact
is a crack
I, teetering in the middle
of both sides of the canyon
I wanted to jump and
bridge the gap
can’t do it, can’t do it
can't cross, can't cross
to either side
stuck in limbo
can't make the jump
afraid everything will crash and burn
crash and burn, crash and burn
dammit to hell and back
don't look down, nothing to see ...
577 reads
2 Comments
Red Dress
she craved a red dress
delicate and bargain basement priced
she wanted it two sizes too small for her
she didn’t want anyone to have to guess
what was underneath it
she wanted to walk like she was
the only woman in the world
and can have her pick of men
she wanted to wear it
walking down the highway
until some burly semi truck driver
locked the brakes on his Peterbilt and
rips the dress from her body
she wanted that red dress so bad
so it would confirm everyone’s
worst fears about her
to show you...
delicate and bargain basement priced
she wanted it two sizes too small for her
she didn’t want anyone to have to guess
what was underneath it
she wanted to walk like she was
the only woman in the world
and can have her pick of men
she wanted to wear it
walking down the highway
until some burly semi truck driver
locked the brakes on his Peterbilt and
rips the dress from her body
she wanted that red dress so bad
so it would confirm everyone’s
worst fears about her
to show you...
635 reads
6 Comments
Sextreme
1342 reads
4 Comments
Takin' it all In
sitting inside The Hovel musing
leisurely observing
the bayou’s unhurried passing
no skinny dipping
in those waters
gators don’t’cha know
with sweet Zoe by my side
know I’m not alone
I am merely in seclusion
silently communicating
with the charisma and attraction
of my environment
listening to Bayou Lafourche
imparting her secrets
I listen in rapture
to tales of pirates daring
who sailed these waters
so long ago
I close my eyes
feeling a soft swell
as though
I was...
leisurely observing
the bayou’s unhurried passing
no skinny dipping
in those waters
gators don’t’cha know
with sweet Zoe by my side
know I’m not alone
I am merely in seclusion
silently communicating
with the charisma and attraction
of my environment
listening to Bayou Lafourche
imparting her secrets
I listen in rapture
to tales of pirates daring
who sailed these waters
so long ago
I close my eyes
feeling a soft swell
as though
I was...
608 reads
4 Comments
Your Turn is Coming
If this turns off anyone,
I didn't write it for that reason,
that's just the way it was.
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The urn holding your ashes
in the closet with a few of your
favorite things.
Actually it isn't an urn,
never could see the reason for one,
you're still in what I received you in.
People will talk.
He didn't buy an urn.
He didn't think enough of her
to even buy a . . .
Let them talk, squawk, shriek,
I just don't care.
Somehow you not...
I didn't write it for that reason,
that's just the way it was.
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The urn holding your ashes
in the closet with a few of your
favorite things.
Actually it isn't an urn,
never could see the reason for one,
you're still in what I received you in.
People will talk.
He didn't buy an urn.
He didn't think enough of her
to even buy a . . .
Let them talk, squawk, shriek,
I just don't care.
Somehow you not...
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Midnight Lovers
He removes his clothing slowly
Keeping eye contact
Proud of his body, his abs
And all the rest
Especially all the rest
His blond hair, naturally wavy
Eyes blue as southern skies
Penetrating as an old gator's tracking gaze
Skin white as refined sugar cane, hers sun browned
creases in both their faces
adds flavor to the aura of their independence
in the deepening ebony night he comes to her
she's as precious as midnight's beguiling
she says he wastes his passion on the frail of her
still . . . neither...
Keeping eye contact
Proud of his body, his abs
And all the rest
Especially all the rest
His blond hair, naturally wavy
Eyes blue as southern skies
Penetrating as an old gator's tracking gaze
Skin white as refined sugar cane, hers sun browned
creases in both their faces
adds flavor to the aura of their independence
in the deepening ebony night he comes to her
she's as precious as midnight's beguiling
she says he wastes his passion on the frail of her
still . . . neither...
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A Lie when the Truth would Do
early morning
few hours before daybreak
August hot time even that early
walked down a road
leaving my hometown before daylight
few dollars in my pocket
going west, young man, going west
by thumb most of the way
why you going to California
those who stopped to pick me up
wanted to know
looking for my momma
my reply
it was a lie
a lie twice
my lie
Sam and Orean's lie
cause that's the lie they told me
when I asked them about my
real mother
often wondered how my life would have been
if they'd ...
few hours before daybreak
August hot time even that early
walked down a road
leaving my hometown before daylight
few dollars in my pocket
going west, young man, going west
by thumb most of the way
why you going to California
those who stopped to pick me up
wanted to know
looking for my momma
my reply
it was a lie
a lie twice
my lie
Sam and Orean's lie
cause that's the lie they told me
when I asked them about my
real mother
often wondered how my life would have been
if they'd ...
748 reads
6 Comments
I Inhaled, You Exhaled . . . YESSSS
How we connected
is so beyond belief.
Our Yin and Yang is poised
as the moon
speaks of the tides.
We thrived on the other
as dusk waited for the dawn.
We gave our love
and it thrived within us.
Passions bloomed
with each passing hour.
Ours were the greatest joy
from your heartbeat to mine
Distance kept us apart
but we walked as though one.
We were like Jupiter's rings
separated but whole.
I breathed in; you exhaled
that's how it was for us.
©March 28, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
is so beyond belief.
Our Yin and Yang is poised
as the moon
speaks of the tides.
We thrived on the other
as dusk waited for the dawn.
We gave our love
and it thrived within us.
Passions bloomed
with each passing hour.
Ours were the greatest joy
from your heartbeat to mine
Distance kept us apart
but we walked as though one.
We were like Jupiter's rings
separated but whole.
I breathed in; you exhaled
that's how it was for us.
©March 28, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
624 reads
6 Comments
Virtual Window
in the beginning
whoops!
now that’s an old line
brings to mind
uncontrollable love
(hey! I’m writing this)
peeping in the virtual bedroom window
checking out
all those hands
searching for all the
forbidden places
whoa let’s take a break heah
back to the beginning
sitting down at the dinning table
being served prime rib
rare
is there any other way
with horseradish cream
baked potatoes
creamed spinach
and other enticing things
an aged red wine
these two people are...
whoops!
now that’s an old line
brings to mind
uncontrollable love
(hey! I’m writing this)
peeping in the virtual bedroom window
checking out
all those hands
searching for all the
forbidden places
whoa let’s take a break heah
back to the beginning
sitting down at the dinning table
being served prime rib
rare
is there any other way
with horseradish cream
baked potatoes
creamed spinach
and other enticing things
an aged red wine
these two people are...
583 reads
2 Comments
Your Own Game Plan
I've found something at the end of my run,
It's never too late to get something done.
Life is a hazardous, hard one-way street,
Better to live worthy than with conceit.
Matters not a whit what paths you will take,
Even if sometime you must put on the brakes.
Believe in you; never too late for change,
You can be who you are, even be strange.
During my years here on earth I have found,
You're your own worst enemy pound for pound.
But I know this and I know it so well,
You can be happy even in a cell.
Bars, real and...
It's never too late to get something done.
Life is a hazardous, hard one-way street,
Better to live worthy than with conceit.
Matters not a whit what paths you will take,
Even if sometime you must put on the brakes.
Believe in you; never too late for change,
You can be who you are, even be strange.
During my years here on earth I have found,
You're your own worst enemy pound for pound.
But I know this and I know it so well,
You can be happy even in a cell.
Bars, real and...
594 reads
4 Comments
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