Sleepy Little Town
by Flying Fox AKA Ted L Glines
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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In spite of the nature of this poem (it wrote itself), I really do like small towns. Ya can't beat the night life ... |
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Sleepy Little Town
by Ted L Glines
We all so crave to live the rural way,
the older ways are what we love the most,
like faded carny clowns upon a post,
those sunlit quiet homes - no chaos day,
a sweetness in the daylight come what may,
the prideful names on shops - an empty boast,
each store-front seems to hide an ancient ghost,
and down upon our knees we bow and pray.
Our town, it sleeps all through the heat of day,
is it dozing or just waiting for the night,
is there knowledge here that's lost to modern men,
an underworld of eldrich lust and fright
when vampires rise to hunt and darkly play,
and those departing from our town will come again.
The traffic passes by such elder towns,
a glance at greying farms and weeded downs,
and then they go along their way
never seeing with dismay,
the evil lurking in the smiles of clowns.
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper |
6/15/2009 |
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| super verse to ponder, there are less nuts in smaller towns, a little more wide open spaces to enjoy |
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
5/20/2009 |
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ok I am feeling the errie feel of a silent onlooker for sure!
I also love how you took the poem from the visual of a litle town into another element & the music fits it perfectly
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
5/4/2009 |
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| Ted, your words paint a portrait of their own! I, too have lived in both small and large towns...I'll take the small any day! |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
4/18/2009 |
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Ted, first let me tell you, this painting by Munch has always fascinated me. I saw the original at the Met in NYC, and I had to have a print. It is on my wall in my bedroom. Your poem sets the mood of the painting. You captured it quite nicely.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/18/2009 |
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First, nice "X-Files" music. Think there is much to be said for small towns and big cities, two different ways of living. I have lived in both and still prefer the small town atmosphere....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/18/2009 |
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Ted,
An excellent write of small towns, the good and the bad - used to be one knew their neighbors. Not anymore ... well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Lew Duffey |
4/17/2009 |
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What evil lurks in the smiles of a clown?
could it be a chance to take advantage of a sleeping town?
This would make a great folk tune.
God bless,
Lew |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
4/17/2009 |
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| Hey, you talkin 'bout my town? You capture the sweet essence of many a small town and so delightfully too. As I read each phrase and each line I walked along side you down the main street of several small burbs I've been fortunate enough to reside in. Thank you for the trip. J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
4/17/2009 |
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| Oh my,this is wonderful dear man..stay safe and well..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
4/17/2009 |
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| Born & raised in a small town, I know the feelings this write imparts, even though its fiction, its not in reality fictitious...ed |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
4/17/2009 |
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Edward Munch give me the creeps! (now I said it!)
Take San Francisco against Sausalito, Big Town-Little Town, the folk in the little town, any little town will tell you that "no way" they would go to a big-town, from a place where organized crime is only found on the scales out of whack in the food-store/post office/barber-shop owned by the Sheriff brother.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
4/16/2009 |
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| eerie--well written! |
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| Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford |
4/16/2009 |
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Ahhh, the pen of a master poet streaks through the night leaving an indelible mark. This is one of your best Ted.
Hugs,
Marcia |
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