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As the Rain Came

3/25/2023

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As the Rain Came

Seeing those I loved and who loved,
Locked in conflict,
The origins of which, I knew not.
But I watched,
As the rain came down.

Hearing angry voices, heated whispers,
In the blackest nights.
That I heard, they knew not.
But I listened,
As the rain came down.

Learning of raw feelings and wounds,
The growing spite,
That I understood, they knew not.
But I felt it,
As the rain came down.

 Time passed as did some I loved,
Leaving scars,
--Thick, raw, tender scars--
The which of, they knew not.
But I still think of them,
Still know the pain,
And I feel it,
As the rain comes down.

I pray they’re now at peace,
Resting in the warmth of peace.
That I miss them, they may know not.
But I do. 
And I feel their hearts,
Each time the rain comes down.

                                                       --William Martin
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Uncle Jack Hangover Blues

3/4/2023

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Uncle Jack Hangover Blues

My head pounds to a pure blues beat,
Bile rising to coat my throat.
Skin radiates with feverish heat,
Wading through a full-body bloat.

Try to recall parts of last night,
Mind snap-shutters like flippin’ a switch.
Face cringes as events come to light,
Next mornings are always a bitch.

(Chorus)
It's those hangover blues,
Hammers poundin' in my mind.
Those damned hangover blues,
Uncle Jack can be so unkind.
 
Smarts, wit, and humor,
Just last night I had it all.
But I already hear the rumors,
Status already takin’ a fall. 

Thought I was makin’ an impression,
As I kept on fillin’ my glass.
Eyes now burn with clear perception,
Uncle Jack was just kickin' my ass.
 
(Chorus)
It’s those hangover blues,
So many regrets filling my mind.
Those damned hangover blues,
Uncle Jack can be so unkind.

Passed out not knowing when,
Passed out not knowing where.
Woke up my mind in a bend,
With a stranger snoring there.

Time to lay low for a while,
Run home and stay in my place.
Avoid others’ knowing smile,
Hide my ugly hungover face.

(Chorus)
It’s those hangover blues,
So many regrets filling my mind.
Those damned hangover blues,
Uncle Jack can be so unkind.


                                                              --William Martin
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    Here I'll share just some of my poems. Keep a lookout for a book of my poems...available soon on Amazon!

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