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David Hill Apr 28
In Texas,
Land of guns,
And oil fields,
And chain gangs,
They warm sea turtles
In plastic bins
When it gets cold,
And send them on their way
When the sun returns.
“death everywhere, not age or ancient, just an infiltrated lack of life”

a puzzling, troubling line in a personal message,
instantly isolated for further review,
needy indeedy for a second medical opinion,
for it’s a description of two,
an actual place and a state of being

a place where death seems more commonplace,
not from agedness or honor,
but from a madness drunk from a special cocktail of
heat, guns and pseudo-rock stars, with beer chasers

imbibed by those who imagine themselves INRL  
in a movie genre of specialized urban cowboys,
subset horror flick,
self-appointed angels

part of a world view
so pervasive that it infiltrates the mental water supply
and modifies the pure children early on

demeaning existence, with a sense, a sendup,
life is unreal, cheap, so taking it-is ok,
justice delivered, for we angels,
are subset,
angels of death

in a country where
seven out of ten believe in angels,
and one in four confident that
the sun revolves around the Earth

look to blame
polluted water
the ever-overheated atmosphere,
bringing typhoon and storm,

I do not know

how be sun and water,
the essences, the originations of all life
today come to the planet days still
clear and warm,
yet can not infiltrate our personal mystery,
respire, re-spark the notion of the spirit,


the simple sanctity of life peculiarly human
call me by my other name
mystified momma
Johnny walker Apr 14
From here to the place I'd only ever seen In films, for it Is Texas, I now want to go, for  I've have been there In my dreams when I'm deep In sleep at
night
From the UK by plane, I travel across the vast ocean that lies between UK and America to meet my one true friend In life for Texas she does live, but I've only ever been there In my
dreams
But one day I hope my dream will become a reality and I travel across the vast ocean from UK to America  by plane to Texas to meet Terry for she my one and only true
friend
But until that day my dreams becomes reality, I'll  have to live Texas within the boundaries of my dreams, and travel across the vast
ocean
from the UK to America by plane, and to meet Terry for she's my one and only true friend, untill the day my dreams turn to reality
and I finally meet my
friend
Texas I've only ever seen In films but there I want to go
to meet and thank my one and only true friend In life
I hoping one day to travel to Texas to thank my wonderful friend she who has help me so much through my
grief
I hope to travel to Texas to thank her In person one day but sadly finances stand In my way I pray for a
miracle
That one day before I die
I manage to travel and meet and thank my wonderful friend In person she who has helped me so much through
grief
My dream to one day travel to Texas, to thank In person my wonderful friend, she who has helped me so much through my grief an absolute Angel such a kind caring lady that I've been truly blessed to
know her
First time ever I heard the voice of my dearest friend her beautiful Texas accent bought a smile to
face
for this lady with heart of gold who has bought so much happiness to my life and now I've heard her  beautiful
voice
and to know how lucky I am she who change my life around bought light to a  once darkened world of grief
and a wonderful friend to have so thoughtful and caring so lucky I am to be friends with lady from Texas called Terry, who has put a smile back on my face
I am so lucky to have this dear friend from Texas called Terry who has put a smile back on my face
The plastic bag flowers in trees
drifting along highway miles
aluminum cans by the sides
the scenery, broken, defiled

Styrofoam cups in the ditch
wrappers on barbed wire fence
confirming along the way
humanity shallow, yet so dense

The trail maybe long, and yet short
to the destinations that we choose
but I wonder and contemplate fools
too the end of this road
we all lose
Sad that even in Texas, which has one of the most marked success stories in clean highways ("Don't Mess with Texas") that there is still more than a few places where the trash congregates D:

Cruising to Az this week!
Arianna Mar 20
How can I tell you
Of childhood days rocking to sleep
By the creek in grandfather's backyard,
Or the slow embrace of late afternoons
Whose touch knows no rival?

How can words do justice
To the emerald mists over eastern pines,
And my favorite uncle laughing on the porch?

Look closely: can you see
The russet threads and moonshadows
Woven with ghost stories and prairie flowers around
The blue veins in my fingers?
Goodnight Texas - "Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine": https://youtu.be/COob4dyRfHg

Also:
Crooked Still - "Shady Grove" and "Look on and Cry"

Ruth Moody - "Trouble & Woe"

After Tea - " Jointhouse Blues"

The Wailin' Jenny's - "Long Time Travellin'"
I'm Truly Blessed
Where there was dark now there Is light I've been  blessed with you my friend from over the pond who watches over me from afar from your home In
Texas
You message me every day you always bring a smile
to my face, you've really has turned my life around and
saved me from
darkness
I know my wife would be grateful Terry that you're  looking after me keeping an eye from afar you who has stopped me from falling apart
And has comforted me so much through my grief for you've bought happiness back Into my life you are a wonderful lady who came Into my life
At a time I was desperate for someone to hear my cries, I shall always be  grateful to you Terry you who have truly made me want to live again In a life once so nearly
lost
My friend from Texas who helps me so much I feel I'm  blessed
Johnny walker Feb 21
I feel truly blessed that I have a true friend Terry
her name and she lives
In Texas, she answered my
prayers when I was grief-stricken through loss of
my wife
And we've remained true friends ever since Terry even wrote me a beautiful tribute poem for my wife because she read tribute poems I had
written
And though those poems Terry read she felt the love Helen and I had for each other, and I have so much love for Helen still and always will
But I thank my true friend from Texas called Terry for the love and compassion she has given to me and the respect she has shown to my wife
To thank my true friend from Texas For the compassion love
In my hours of need
Johnny walker Jan 31
Laying wrapped In my dreams of Texas before poetry
writing
I knew nothing of Texas
at all. but through my poetry friend who lives
out there kind and so caring she
Is
whenever I'm feeling down I just close my eyes and go dreaming of my friend wrapped In my dreams of
Texas
I can now go dreaming of my
friend and Texas she who has helped so much
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