Late Night Poetry thread

I will start with:

Just another Southern Dream of Escape

A lowcountry boil sits
in the pot and the smell
of the crawfish and
the seasonings burn
your nose and the
cornbread rises
in endless ovens
across the reach of
your mind and the biscuits
call for the buttermilk
and the BBQ sauce has
the tang of vinegar
and broken dreams
of sharecropper hopes
out here on the edge
of the collard greens
and sweet corn with
the hog's head still bobbing
in the brunswick stew
here in the pine tree
wastelands and the
lovely pastel Charleston
streets houses float
out there like the
delusions made as the
rain tinkles down endless
on top of the tin roofs of
Mississippi Mud Pie dreams
Where is my shotgun shack gone?
Where are the bluegrass delta-blues
elation of getting out of the
dreamy hell of the oppresive
heat of the pit of the place
that I left so long ago.

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when you really need him ?

If you want to review the poem as bad then I would hope you had enough words of your own or at least could fake the parody of the SNL character .

Of course, the best thing might to have been not to comment.

and expecting serious critical review.

What do you think this is, a friggin Coffee House ?

As in people come in and post their own poems.

I was not seeking critical review nor flip insultig blow offs either.

I was trying to invite folks to post their own works.

No this is not a friggin Coffee House.

This is the Lounge and I was inviting people to a light exchange of verse.

Sniff, sniff.

Any projections whether you'll get any response but mine ?

Perhaps you should be grateful for an 'insulting blow-off' if its the only response you get.

We shall see ...

You usually did not get a direct response to your poem.

Most people would just drop in and throw out a poem and watch other posts accumulate.

I do not know it use to just be a fun thing to do.

Was just in a poetry kind of mood.

sniff, sniff?

Well you can sniff my ass.

It was an invitation.

That is all.

If it falls off the list so be it.

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for olfactory or any other purpose.

Leave it be and it will go away.... unless you just want to go back and forth like this.

I started the thing so as long as it stays up the more chance that someone else will post a poem or something which is all I wanted.

There was another person that would always fire up these threads.

If you want to see it go away though all you have to do is STFU.

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for prolonging the agony - or the ectasy.

Hey, its a slow night. Sometimes you gotta take the diversions you can find.

OOPs, there's another ARTIST. Time for me to go, I guess.

There is a balance between
the lives saved
and the lives lost.

All those nights,
working in the
Emergency Room.
That parade of people
who left
to a room, to their home,
or to the morgue.

There were the ones who were brought in
already dead and the ones
who died right there.
Bag em, tag em, and roll em.
That was my job
rolling their gurney
across the Styx.

There were also the ones
who left in their car
after being given two aspirin
and told to come back to the clinic.

Here I am, blasted heart,
crippled brain.
And every night
before I go to sleep
the fears come.

When that happens,
I pray to the Goddess
for another day
And I wonder if she will give me
an aspirin, or a toe tag.