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Bad Day Blues
by Tinka Boukes

Saturday, March 05, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Just a little off today... feeling sorry for myself...grrrr!!


“Bad Day Blues”


As mountains echoes my voice

My body echoes in pain today


It let me down again

Leave me to my sorrows black bird

Let me grief in peace okay

My heart could no longer sing

Songs of love and understanding

As I walk these pathless routes

In forest green

Head filled with worries

With a chill that runs down my spine

Knowing something is wrong

As dew falls upon my skin

Everything else is still

Except for the screaming pain

Deep within this body of mine

I walk this path against my will

As the sun goes down today

I go down on my knees to pray

For love and understanding

When I reveal my secrets

About my self

To you so close to my heart

Letting you know

Things about my life

That look like pools of black

As I call it


Mingled with tears of love


Copyright © 2005 Tinka Boukes

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Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader) 3/7/2005
LOL at Jerry's joke...but not at your blues.
I know them too well, myself, Tinka dear.
Hope the sun is on the rise for you.
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 3/6/2005

A very powerful, emotive write, one that took a lot of intestinal fortitude to pen ... don't forget though, "It's always darkest before the dawn," my friend!!

Best to you,

Reviewed by George Jackson 3/6/2005
Diana May said it better than I could. An honest, from the gut write. I believe thats where the best poems start. Wonderful, Tinka.
Reviewed by jude forese 3/6/2005
a sad but very passionate write! feel better soon ...
Reviewed by D May (Reader) 3/6/2005
We all have days like this--but Tinka you have proven time and again that your spunky spirit cuts through the fog and we will find you sitting in the sunshine. You have touched my heart.
Hugs to you dear lady.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 3/6/2005
Hi Tinka:

A powerful tear-jerker write. Take care.

Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o(
Reviewed by William Bonilla 3/6/2005
you are making a bull bear tear
cheer up kid
change your thoughts
let them fly around you head
smile again, stay off that pier.

William .... Peace & Love
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 3/5/2005
One can't be a ball of joy all the time.
But you'll bounce back soon.

Best wishes
Reviewed by Cynth'ya 3/5/2005
Something good came from your challenging day Tinka. . . and I just read it.

May your tears refresh and renew you,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 3/5/2005
What the hell, we all get the blues,
I think it has something to do with paying our dues,
So get up off your ass and make yourself feel better,
Just don't in anyway read a paper that prints the news...ed
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 3/5/2005
Oh so sad Tinka, Hoping your spirits lift soon, very well expressed!

Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon 3/5/2005
I agree, I hope these blues pass by you soon. Just so you don't feel alone, we all (or most of us anyway) have those black days. I've had moments (weeks, years, etc) when I totally was in sync with the lyrics "I see a red door and I want to paint it black" Sing it Mick! Great way to release some of these emotions is to write about them. We love you. ;) Silver
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 3/5/2005
A write filled with the blues...hope they pass soon, Tinks

Hugs, Carole
Reviewed by George Carroll 3/5/2005
A melancholy write. I hope it passes soon.
Reviewed by John Bidwell 3/5/2005
Hey Tinka, what are we doing?
I have been on such a sorry for myself roll lately.
I'm getting a grip "Now." (My latest poem).
I am lucky I can be hurting, "Blessed are those who morn, for they shall be comforted."
He knows what He's talking about.
Hey, I love that beautiful lady in the picture.
Oh, that's you.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 3/5/2005
Truly hope the Heartache is soon replaced with Laughter, Sunshine, and a lovely view of your deep blue ocean, Tinky.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/5/2005
Cheer up Tinks, you know what they say, when you chewing on life gristle, don't crumble, give a whisle, and things will always turn out for the best, so always look on the bright side of life always look on the light side of life, if life seems jolly rotten, there's someting you've forgotten, and that's to smile dance and sing, soooo always look on the bright side of life, de dum de dum de bum de dum de dum de dum, always look on the light side of life.............Sing along you know the tune.....
Reviewed by Chanti Niven 3/5/2005
Dear Tinks.
You're such a deeply sensitive soul. I think you need a hug (((((((Tinka))))))) I hope you feel better soon. This poem expresses your feelings so well.
Reviewed by L. Figgins 3/5/2005
You're the smart one, you go on what the aborigines call "a walk-about" when you're feeling down. Must be something in the air, as we AD girls are moody today, sis...Have it out with the Big Guy, He can take it. Love ya...
Reviewed by Walter Jones 3/5/2005
Silver left on the dawn, heart ache is never very long, soul searches for the happy song, life is thr key for what you long, always the grass is greener here in the hearts of those you hold dear. A bit of salt air and you will be walking home. To be so atuned with self is truly a great gift.. have a good day kid.. Walt
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/5/2005
Join the club Tinks;-)Hope you find a "pick me up" and
when you do tell me what it is;-) LOL! love you! Great
"downer" write...

Reviewed by Nordette Adams 3/5/2005
I like Jerry's solution. Read some good jokes. Find a copies "Rush Hour 1 and 2" a truly silly movie, "Rat Race."
Love ya, Tinks. You've shared your emotions well here.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 3/5/2005
A police officer, though scheduled for all-night duty at the station, was relieved of duty early and arrived home four hours ahead of schedule, at 2 AM.
Not wanting to wake his wife, he undressed in the dark, crept into the bedroom and started to climb into bed. She sleepily sat up and said, "Mike, dearest, would you go down to the all-night drug store on the next block and get me some aspirin? I've got a splitting headache."
"Certainly, honey," he said, and feeling his way across the room, he got dressed and walked over to the drug store.
As he arrived, the pharmacist looked up in surprise, "Say," said the druggist, "aren't you Officer Fenwick of the 8th District?"
"Yes, I am," said the officer.
"Well, then, what in the world are you doing in the Fire Chief's uniform?"

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/5/2005
i am sorry you are having a bad day today. i hope you feel better (and happier) soon! you are in my prayers, tinks!

know i love and care for you; many people do!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(

((((((((((MORE HUGS))))))))))) (Just because...)
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