Honky Tonk Angel

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    Honky Tonk Angel

     Over and over
    she puts all her hopes in one night,
         one person --
    drinking in the wine, the music,
         his eyes,
    and she thinks this time the magic
         will begin.
    Instead, the wine runs out,
         the music dies.
    In the morning she is alone,
    still has not slept,
    and the ache in her head
    is not as bad as the ache in
         her heart.
    Over and over
    she faces empty days with nothing to do
    but wait for the night, the wine,
         the music --
    perhaps some magic eyes
    to save her from facing the dawn
         alone.

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    Tempy commented on Honky Tonk Angel

    08-20-2009

    nice poem you should try a pain killer instead of whining though head ache be gone
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    NenaT

    08/23/2009

    Lol...will do. Thank you.

    Tempestlady commented on Honky Tonk Angel

    08-20-2009

    Looking for love in all the wrong places, try a class, a library, a friends house. This is just a piece about false hope. The angels all have a broken wing. A realistic piece again, for so many. Would like more rhythm, and rhyme. Will read your stuff anytime. Like the reality pill. Write on...
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    NenaT

    08/23/2009

    Thank you for your honest critique. This is actually a piece about no hope, and women who look to liquor and men to blot out life for awhile.

    catarino commented on Honky Tonk Angel

    08-12-2009

    "It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels....." on a country kick right now, but sober-
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    NenaT

    08/19/2009

    That is exactly the song I based my poem on! The Grand Ol' Opry is part of my childhood.

    castlemist commented on Honky Tonk Angel

    06-20-2009

    I really like your work and style. I lived in bars throughout my twenties and can really relate to this...thanks for sharing it. Jerry
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    NenaT

    06/28/2009

    yes, I imagine you were the magic eyes for a few angels...

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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