Master of the Obvious...#79
Loving a faithless woman is like chopping wood with blistered hands.
Friday, April 30, 2021
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O, Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie
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Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
The Dashboard Poet
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If you like what I've brewed, there's plenty more on the back burner. Click on "Older Posts" at the bottom of the last entry on every page. There are nearly 900 other works you may enjoy. You'll find a wide variety of subjects. Give 'em a read! Some are confessional (you figure which are from "real life" and which are fantastical. Only I know for sure). Some are joyful, some bittersweet, others downright sad. My purpose is not to make you happy. But I do hope you see something of yourself in my writing, and thereby cause you to be thoughtful, introspective, and in better touch with your own life experiences. Thanks for stopping by. Come again when you can, leave when you have to! I'll always be here, and the coffee always hot!.
As always, I appreciate your comments. ~ James
As always, I appreciate your comments. ~ James
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- The Dashboard Poet
- Aurora, Illinois, United States
- I am an Irish/Cherokee/American that loves language and is fascinated with words. Nothing about me is remarkable. I am simply a pilgrim on his journey home. I am the great grandson of the Cherokee and Rebel, the grandson of an Arkansas sharecropper, and the son of a soldier. As for who I am...look to those from whom I've risen. I am a piece of the American puzzle. Most of the work contained in this blog have their origin in my experiences. Some of the poems are rooted in pure imagination. You may guess which is which!
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Wonderful Reads for Rainy Days and Quiet Nights.... (in no particular order)
- The Bible (try the ESV)
- Sherlock Holmes by Sir. A.C. Doyle
- Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden
- The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
- White Doves in Morning by James Lee Burke
- Craig Johnson's Longmire Series
- Longfellow....period
- John Grisham---Everything
- Dean Koontz...Everything he has ever written or will write
- Rivers to the Sea & Love Poems of Sara Teasdale
- Sailing Around the Room and Aimless Love by Billy Collins
READERS' FAVORITES OVER LAST 30 DAYS:
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Rising from hard packed soil The shell of the old Dodge Sprouted as a rust blossom Of truck weed. Years of sun Wind-whipped sands And...
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Words spill over her lips In a wild waterfall Of strange phonics Alien to my ears. They seem to weep Over her tongue In syllables of ...
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What’s that you’re telling me? That you and I were close? That comes as a surprise, girl It can’t be as you suppose. I don’t remember ...
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Falling down is a typical first step.
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Master of the Obvious...#79 Loving a faithless woman is like chopping wood with blistered hands.
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