#vicki
It's been forty three years since that night
when i went out to do what's right
Something that I've kept inside since then
People searched but never found
They followed my prints on the ground
Never looking for anyone else, but men
I'm the one who shot him dead
Two bullets shot, and then I fled
Now it's time to tell my tale 'bout then
It was the night the lights went out in Georgia
It was the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
They looked high, and they looked low
followed my prints in the snow
Never caring if he did the crime
They hung my brother from a tree
The one who should have died was me
I've never left, I've been here all the time
I guess what goes around comes around
The judge is now dust in the ground
The sheriff, he is also long time dead
It was the night the lights went out in Georgia
It was the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
It's been a long, long time since Andy died
Rivers of tears that I have cried
But in the end I can' change what was done
Cause Andy's cheating wife never left town
And her body has never been found
Cause this little sister don't miss when she aims her gun
It was the night the lights went out in Georgia
It was the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
There will never be any bad blood
between those who're marred
by the same
pain
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
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~ ♡ ~
A
dark day
has befallen the
Court of Hello Poetry
How it saddens me to see
the good Queens and Kings
to suffer at the hands of jealous
enemies who seek to destroy others
and their Kingdoms. Though she was
exquisitely dressed, she had a humble
heart; many had a good word about her,
though I did not get to meet her, though I
did not see her, I could see the light she
had shine in the hearts of others. She
had a wonderful smile but invaders;
false Kings and Queens spewed
nothing but abuse, and it
made her surrender
her crown
~ ♡ ~
I
could only
watch as she
grabbed the ends of
her silk skirts and run out
of the bustling halls, tears down
her soft face. I could not reach
her but at the dawn, from the
balcony, I saw the ship sail
away, towards the sunset
into the unknown. How
my heart is so
heavy
~ ♡ ~
To
see a
true artist,
a true queen
leave forever. At
seeing her tears, her
crying soul staining the
floral marble floors, and the
invaders feeling satisfied at
her pain and her 'destruction'
Those who dare to denounce
are never Kings or Queens.
To be so jealous, so insecure
and think you led her to
her 'destruction'
~ ♡ ~
I
will say
this - you may
have won the battle
but you will NEVER
win the war. Because the
true Kings and Queens will
band together, we will stand
together to protect our haven for
we see, we know who the true artists
are. I will continue to shed tears of pain
and sorrow for the loss of this artist, but
I will always hope that when the sun rises
she will return to us once more. She will
never leave our minds, she has touched
so many hearts. Her legacy, her reign,
her kingdom will always stand
eternal, will stand immortal
now and always.
~ ♡ ~
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
wildfires or
wildflowers? i wake
when the sun's setting.
burning, burning:
she's out there, somewhere.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
To some of my favorites-
Poets of course
I read your exquisites for appetite of my ears
I want to grow old with your writes
And **** your poetry
Up
With
M
Y
Tears!
I have had robust days
And bust days.
I have felt heartbreak
And carbreak-
D
O
W
N
S!
But still in my good
Or bad, happy
Or
S
A
D....
I always come back to reading what you both
I
N spire
Me with.
You two
Are hello
Poet
Gifts.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
i
This is for thou both miss Vicki, and miss Beth Stclair, true poet's
Miss Beth StClair, thy sonnet style, brings back the old smile I see;
Miss Vicki, writing of love so quickly, so beautifully inspiring
Miss beth, thy word's got me flying I'll buyeth thy book real soon.
ii
Miss Vicki, thou art an old soul made of gold, a home amongst homes, as thou liveth in mine state, miss beth, I'd seeith thee if I go to England, amongst the Beatle street's we'll speaketh of ourn living's, and reciteth sonnet's of Shakespearian knowledge.
iii
Miss Vicki, thy jargon is wrapped like a bouquet, glazed with honey, thine words art displayed, people in this world like Thee I do prayeth, that thine life wilt be joyful, and harmonious in thy tommorrow, beth, I feeleth thine wild's, as the sixties thou hadst.
iv
Beth StClair, if it was back in the day, we'd be wonderful friend's, thou wouldst hath watched me on a stage, singing poetic thunder, miss Vicki, when thou feeleth down and under, continue to write thy creator in thy works, and I promise thou both, thou both hath
A friend in me......
©Brandon nagley
©Miss Vicki/miss Beth StClair dedication for both of you (:::::
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Growing wilder now
Flowers give red shoots in spring
The year starts again
I try to explore
The ice plains and green buds of
The Tomorrow land
Jumping from tall peaks
The flint of life is sharper
Than any flower
I sit myself down
And breathe the pollen deeply
Summer comes and goes
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC