I awoke, stretched
thought time to move,
morning is passing
you lazy fool!
My eyes are blurry,
my mind fuzzy.......
Ain't know way
I'm in a hurry!
You stayed out to late
singing your songs,
you danced away
till close to dawn.
Head is pounding
someones got a gong!
Quite now if you please
let this horrible feeling ease.
Friends are joined,
a few Buds for me
Light now if you please!
Lots of smiles all around
slow dancing to a
country sound.
It was fun while it lasted
and I'll do it again,
paying the price
Drinking to many
quirvo's on ice.
The County Line
Just down the road,
Is where I was to be found.
Singing and sharing
another round,
with buddys and friends
from out of town.
Riding home
through "copsville" town,
praying not to hear
that sound.
So very ready to say
good night and
rest my tired ole toes.
Lay me down and pray to see
my baby laying next to me.
Now I sit here trying
to survive,
coffee cup in hand.
Wait!
Last night did I really
dance with that man?
Oh well, a dance was all
So nothing loss.
Except for the food
I almost tossed!
Another day to begin anew
Day one: No Buds for you....
Tina
You just took my emotions a roller coaster.
Excellent Write....wonderful poem!
Peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2005
Poet, you’ve encompassed the dread of knowing that although one often needs to comfort and solace of a night out on the town, one normally pays dearly for it. Excellent work, and hopefully another cup of “muddy water” will brighten the day. Thanks for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
Don't ya just love mornings like that?! And thanks for the very painful reminder; think I'll forget that ice cold Bud for now, and have another cup of coffee!
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Tina
You just took my emotions a roller coaster.
Excellent Write....wonderful poem!
Peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
no beers for me, thanks; i have enough trouble walking being SOBER!! LOL
Can yer make it too day two?