This poem disappeared from the poetry board yesterday so I am re-posting it. It is being developed into a television series along with my other poems...
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Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, the whores on Sunday paid the brothel lease...
a legacy to my loyal fans, not to be dictated by town ordinance, or my words tossed of fools' gold pans, I looked inside the coffin; Pearle's lips quivered, "firebrand, take my hand - I'm not dead - do have a look under my brass bed - Gold Dust Woman's takin' me to that windswept hill, Mt. Pisgah's feelin' a chill - undertaker said I overdosed of morphine, do have a look under my bed - pull the blind,"
1800s Poverty Gulch renamed Cripple Creek, I smelled Madam's perfume in her room, oil cloth and weaving loom,
took the whiskey bottle from her dressing table, undid my gold buckle, spread my legs, pushed it in where her lips closed around the bottleneck label, her last taste of a woman, pussy leached - I let her memory go - bent down low - under her brass bed, Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, gold dust pulpit inlaid - I carried it out and strapped it on my burro, hauled it to church,
her girls counted Sunday churro, Lord's sheep flocked, Bobby Womack put in his poker rack, chips and whore tips stacked in the collection plate - his breath smelled of gin the preacher grinned - I carried the gold dust pulpit in - out the way I came in - I carried Madam's cross, Gold Dust Woman's takin' me to that windswept hill, Mt. Pisgah's feelin' a chill -
Madam Pearle DeVere's highest-grade piece, the whores on Sunday paid the church lease...
Madam Pearle DeVere, of The Old Homestead left me a stash of cash, her lips tasted mine of sour mash...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://www.porterhouse.is
Wow Sage, this made me feel the emotion, and a few other things. Nice eulogy poem, and thanks for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your sister, Barbie
Vivid and powerful. Too bad it disappeared. If it offends some, they don't have to read it. There is writings on here that offend me. I pass them by. We are adults and I thought this was an adult web site. Anyway, great write. Liz
I think I've seen this and enjoyed it before Sage. Its intriguing though that you mention the poem disappearing from the board, I had that happen to one of mine, a popular poem with over 2000 hits on the scorecard. Other items also have gone over several months, at first I assumed it was just a software glitch but a patter has emerged. All the poems, stories and articles that go are either risque or "from the dark side of life" and all are popular with good staying power.
I would be willing to bet those of yours that are removed fit a similar pattern. I do feel we are being unfairly treated, some people may be offended by what we write but though I am often offended by some of the Jesus poems and articles posted here I do not complain as I respect the rights of others to tell evil lies if they wish.
It is wrong of the managers to remove opur work without even giving us chance to defend it. Protests will be made.
Certainly an exceptional twist on the Fleetwood Mac classic, or was it Lindsay and her - I forget. You paint a vivid picture here, Sage, of a colorful time; so real in fact that it seems it could still exist somewhere out hidden away in the mountains of Colorado.
Blessings ...
Richard
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May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your sister, Barbie
I would be willing to bet those of yours that are removed fit a similar pattern. I do feel we are being unfairly treated, some people may be offended by what we write but though I am often offended by some of the Jesus poems and articles posted here I do not complain as I respect the rights of others to tell evil lies if they wish.
It is wrong of the managers to remove opur work without even giving us chance to defend it. Protests will be made.
kudos & season's blessings, poetess!
carolyn
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Blessings ...
Richard