Thread by @Tea4Terfs

Today I'm cleaning up personal wreckage & when the walls close in I #amwriting my autobiographical #poem. Last year I wrote 1200+ ABAB lines in pentameter quatrains & I'm learning about iamb vs trochee vs spondee & reading out loud to improve. It's the first #poetry I ever wrote:

An excerpt from my autobiographical poem:

He started making good money at times
Said it was from one job or another
He didn’t know yet he had crossed the line
He’d sold hot goods to an undercover
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He supplied dynamite stolen from mines
To a man we met drinking in a bar
Hardcore place we hung out most of the time
Haggard strippers, card games, and cheap cigars
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The seventies liquor laws were not tight
On this irony sun hadn’t risen:
Mere kids were sent to Vietnam to fight
But smoking weed would send them to prison
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We had hung out with that A.T.F. narc
We spent time shooting his guns at a range
He dug a luau at Green River Park
We were too naïve to think this was strange
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The barkeep knew I was a teen in flight
That my I.D., though clever, was a fake
When A.T.F. came to grab Greg one night
He said “come with me and escape you’ll make”
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He drove to a house out in the desert
Lots of cars lined up in front of the door
He tore my clothes and I fought ‘til it hurt
He hurt me hard, then hurt me hard some more
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He said he “was my savior, a hero”
He “saved underage me from sure arrest”
He went in the house, my soul a zero
My mental health nonexistent at best
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After a day playing high stakes poker
He came out in a really good mood
He smiled maniacally, a joker
He tossed me a twenty and some cold food
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After that he dropped me off nearly nude
At a closed service station with no phone
A man arrived soon that was not so crude
And kindly offered to me a ride home
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He said I could stay in his remote place
He said I could heal, that I could rest up
He was an oil rigger that shared his space,
With tarantula Max and a new pup
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He made a front room bed of sorts for me
He bolstered blankets right next to the dog
He asked me to name her, I chose Daisy
Golden paws twitched while I slept like a log
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So I cleaned his house and I fed his pets
He said he’d be on a job for three weeks
Sweet Daisy got parvo, and with no vet,
She died in my arms, tears scalding my cheeks
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I had tried to get water in her mouth
I had run north to find help or a phone,
I found none there, so ran a few miles south
By then dear Daisy was wheezing white foam
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I wanted to run until out of breath
I’d become food for a snake or coyote
I feared he’d return and beat me to death
Because the killer on the road, was me
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Thank you for reading my poem excerpt. Your feedback is very much appreciated! #Poets #poetry #poem #poems #Writingcommunity @MrsRabbitResist @RealMuse87 @KissanKuono @halsey @lizzo
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