February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…dylagence.wordpress.com
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 8:37:07 AM UTC-6, Pamela Brown wrote:Thank you, Will...I think you know who I am talking about here...
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
Good morning, Pamela, fascinating poem, a lot to decode.by both the women he adored…dylagence.wordpress.com
🙂
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 8:46:51 AM UTC-6, opb...@yahoo.com wrote:https://www.biography.com/personality/edie-sedgwick
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 8:37:07 AM UTC-6, Pamela Brown wrote:
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
Good morning, Pamela, fascinating poem, a lot to decode.by both the women he adored…dylagence.wordpress.com
🙂Thank you, Will...I think you know who I am talking about here...
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 9:37:07 AM UTC-5, pamel...@gmail.com wrote:Thank you so much...
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…I like... great to see some new poetry and poets here...!
Pam, this is Zod, btw...
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 4:25:07 PM UTC-6, tst...@gmail.com wrote:
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 9:37:07 AM UTC-5, pamel...@gmail.com wrote:
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…I like... great to see some new poetry and poets here...!
Pam, this is Zod, btw...Thank you so much...
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 9:24:39 AM UTC-6, Pamela Brown wrote:
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 8:46:51 AM UTC-6, opb...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Monday, November 8, 2021 at 8:37:07 AM UTC-6, Pamela Brown wrote:
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
Good morning, Pamela, fascinating poem, a lot to decode.by both the women he adored…dylagence.wordpress.com
Thank you, Will...I think you know who I am talking about here...https://www.biography.com/personality/edie-sedgwick
On 2021-11-08, Pamela Brown <pamel...@gmail.com> wrote:
February 29, 2020
Ballad of a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time there was a boy who rhymed
a ballad of dislike for a friend who had a fight
and was far from home and all alone
He hurled jeers her way, he called her names,
that trapped her in a terrible fright
on the streets at night
with no place to call home
Once she was rich and he was poor
so he let her down, then stomped on her
and threw off the shirt that smelled of her perfume
and left the room
he needed some fresh air
What did he care? he said.
But then she could not think
she acted in despair
and died without a sound.
Now she won’t follow me around, he said,
and went ahead to find another girl
to follow him down
the rabbit hole.
And so he went from town to town,
never satisfied with anyone
Then the word went forth —
hey catch this dude — he’s kinda cute but awful rude
there’s somethin sad in his inside,
a spark of kindness dried up and died.
But he launched forth through night and rain
to keep his youth — like Dorian Grey
and let the women take his pain
no need to explain
Besides, those girls, they flocked to him
his flashing eyes and impish grin
he could always pick and choose
which one to use.
Year after year and town after town
til there weren’t quite so many girls around
he flashed his eyes and crinkled his grin
someone would be taken in
Until the day he stopped to rest
near the side of the road where they first met
as he was hitching a ride into town
The wind blew softly across his face
his heart began to race
seeing for a moment the color of her hair
She was just a child, he said
when she was stuck in fear, in dread
I could have just held her instead
so much was left unsaid
It’s not her fault
I could not see
that she was just too much like me
He laughed, he cried
he found her grave
He loved again
and all his youth was then restored
by both the women he adored…I liked that. A lot. :)
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declares Itself to me, now in this misery." - Holderlin
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