A store bought creature once sublime
A tattoo upon her wrist
But now the many wrinkles
Tell of those nights that hissed
A dollar for her troubles,
a blanket of despair
And names she can't remember.
Galvanized by anger and fear.
She bedded them to comfort,
and tendered to their needs.
Never to allow them
to plant their putrid seed.
Her life was not of pleasure,
Her body, though divine.
But time does take it's measure,
The payment for her crime.
The aftermath of sex and life.
The winter winds that stay.
And play-full dreams remembered
cannot out shine the shame.
By Bob Fox
A contest entry
- Dolls and blood and broken dreams by MissStranger.
450 points, ended June 22, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Cold words about a subject that should be warm if the world were a good place. But of course, you see, it's not. You have to make it your own and do whatever you can to print good over the chaos that is life. God, mate, Bob, I talk crap!! xx But will continue to read your poetry.
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Powerful Poem!!!
You have penned a very bleak picture of what happens to so many young girls today. I always say what you reep you sow in life. It is sad what our society accepts as normal today. Our actions really do have consequences. So many young find that out the hard way. Thsnk you for always writing about the hard truths of life. Take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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what a sad picture,but so true live hard young and pay later, you sure know how to post a poem to effective outlook of an older image, good luck in the contest...
Linda
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Linda
Thank you as always. Sadly I write of things I know &growing up in the big city you better be wise to such things lol
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Another great read!
I applaud you from thousands of miles away! This one reminds me of the seventies in L.A., Sunset Blvd. when I was fifteen.
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well said, you do reap what you sow. so here is my thought for today, many live a life of excess, thinking youth will always remain, but disappointed to find later in life, it can be shorten by burning the candle at both ends. thoughtful expressions.
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Excellent response to the prompt Bob.
Wooh' it's heavy and gloomy...
leaves me wanting to spit something out!
The end stanza is so sad.
Well done my friend.
Sol
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Excellent write here
Oh I cry for those who are lost and see not what they do until its too late
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Interesting Depiction.......
of that picture...You can read alot into a photo..the eyes are the window to the soul and different people read different things out of the same picture but I like the message detailed in your poem because it is absolutely true...a fact of life that will never change is that we reap what we sow...Thanks for sharing!!!~~Toni~~
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Such a sad story here Bob..you did wonderful job portraying the shame that this type of life may bring..very sad indeed..
Ruby
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hehe....you've manage to shock me not only with the title but also with the very original and equally unique approaching of the picture! well done indeed!thnak you for entering and good luck in the contest!
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The lives we lead are truly etched on our faces Bob, whether good or bad.A good if disturbing write.Did you mean seed not see? Well done on this one, Ros
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