Why do you do this?
When did it start?
Every time you do it,
you’re breaking my heart.

you beg and you promise.
I want so bad to believe.
But by hurting you, you’re hurting me.
And all the time I want to leave
But I stay.

This is the worst,
that I’ve ever seen you
your shivering as I hold you, and I say
“Is there something you need me, to do?”
And you say stay

And the days go by
and your sober
and you’ve changed,
I was sure you had changed completly
Until the day I left you on your own.

yeah and days turned into months.
And months turned into years.
And I wasn’t there to help you,
As you struggled through your tears

Now I stand here and watch,
as you’re lowered in the ground.
And it’s so painful,
I want so bad to turn around
But I’ll stay

My baby loves her Baby Backs too much.
My baby loves her Baby Backs too much.
It’s been ten dollars since I felt her touch.

She promises Relief and Full Disclosure
She promises Relief and Full Disclosure
It’s been a fur coat since the least exposure.

I guess she gets some mileage from them heels
I guess she gets some mileage from them heels
I guess they’re right–you owns the cards, you deals.

But maybe I can waylay or entice her
O, may I can waylay or entice her
But it’s been ovens since I got to splice her

Man Up, they say, but Ow! my Manhood’s stung
Get Up, Get Out, Get Back from where I’s flung.

The blues will always be there for you

@ Key

The Blues don’t have to rhyme

@ Rosemary: I liked yours. It’s simple yet pogniant!

Ahhh the money blues. I’ve been there before.

Money’s getting scarcer by the day
money’s getting scarcer ev’ry day
I’m juggling bills, there’s always more to pay.

I think this week I’ll manage and we’ll eat
this week I think I’ll manage, we will eat
but then they raise the rent, we’re on the street.

We don’t know where the next cent’s coming from
we don’t know where the next meal’s coming from
we don’t know where to find another home.

I used to have a cat I couldn’t feed
I used to have a cat I didn’t need
I gave him to a friend who could afford

such luxuries as roof and food and pet.
I don’t know how much lower I can get.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade (aka SnakyPoet)s last blog post..Thinkin’ Trim Taut Terrific: 2

I keep falling asleep at my blue desk
I feel my brain floating falling drifting

I fall awake I type some gibberish
Thinking maybe I’ll make some sense of this

Head so heavy it flops from side to side
Feeling thirsty my mouth so sore and dry

I yawned so long it may have took a day
My back is damp my hair has turned to gray

This poem has took so long to get to its sad end
I feel like I might just have to write it all again

I got the too few hours in too many days
For a tired part-time poet blues