I have taken a detour to Tears Town,
where I have not visited for some time;
I don't think I should have done this,
because the buckets of tears
still aren't worth anything.
Like a worthless ant,
I walked among its ruins;
I shouted for some attention,
but the town was empty.
No one was there to tend to the tears.
Why bother saving these buckets?
I thought to myself, aloud.
Just kick them silly, like everyone else did,
and end their sorrowful lives.
This Tears Town isn't meant to last anyway.
I put the words back into my pocket.
They weren't protesting.
They quietly went back there...without a sound.
No sense in writing them out now.
They aren't worth anything...anymore.
Copyright (c) Sandie May Joyce
All Rights Reserved
Aawww. Don't put the words back in your pocket, they are always worth something. Keep writing.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on June 14, 2010
Awww so sad but very well done sweet lady..sure have missed you, I posted a poem last week..Its been rough.. but I will survive.. hope all is well with you and your loving family... stay safe and always well sweet lady..Hugsss much love to you
I salute you on this one, Sandie. Been there a few times and thank God i was able to kick one out each time... :) Peace and love to you, my friend.
Love and hugs,
Sheri
Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on May 23, 2010
Such a sad depiction, Sandie...I know your words are worth tears because I can certainly feel them while reading this. I hope you will take the words out of your pocket and put them on paper--oops...a harddrive--with MS Word...um um! Yes, create some more....
YOU ARE A POET SANDIE AND YOUR 'WORDS' ARE ALWAYS WORTH SOMETHING...TO SOMEBODY. I LOVED THIS WORK AND CAN'T WAIT TO READ WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKET (SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING AND LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Good conception of the "Feeling" that is expressed throughout this write. Hoping this is just an experimental write dealing with such emotion and not something you are experiencing at this time.
This is a poem I can relate to these past few days...I must be visiting the same town...I love the way you have written this poem, stellar poetry, Sandie, nicely done!
Awesome write, China girl! This says alot! It's funny how some towns are named or "dubbed"...something went on there long ago...come back and see us, Sandie.
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well done
Mary
I enjoyed every bucket (so to speak).
It's been a while.
AKA Shypoet1
Sure is welcome to share its words here.
I bet there's a lot of other heart felt poems in those buckets.
Dump them here.
Love and hugs,
Sheri
combination before? Oh, yes. At Sandie Angel's place.
Keep surpassing yourself, you are going to need weights to keep you
from flying into the stratosphere, my friend.
Always, always, stay you,
xOx 'Pea' xOx
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
John
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Christine
Regis
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Dayvid
As long as you write, your words ARE worth it - the joys, AND the tears. Sad one today ... said a prayer for ya just now.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.