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Whiskey Stains

Updated on May 1, 2014
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By: Wayne Brown

 

Cigarettes butts and whiskey bottles strewn about

Seems like the whole world is turning inside out

Things going on about me make such little sense

Where things are headed just keeps me in suspense

 

A short note on the table didn’t say much at all

I sit by the phone hoping that maybe you might call

Things were rough in places, a little here and there

Your leaving let me know that you no longer care

 

Cold beans on the stove; fried bacon in the pan

I’m getting’ by day by day just any way I can

The smokin’ and drinkin’ ain’t helpin’ me much

But you told me that long ago in a matter of such

 

Life will never be the same with you and the kids gone

Didn’t think my heart could break; you said it was stone

It’ll take some getting’ use to fore I can pull it all together

I’ll see a lot of sorrow before I can start getting better

 

Sometimes a man don’t know how to show that he cares

The neighbors see me in town alone; I get a lot of stares

It’s a shameful thing when a man loses his wife and family

Its shameful what whiskey does; a shame for folks to see

 

That ground out there ain’t gonna get plowed on its own

Crops got to be raised if this house is to remain a home

But my heart is distracted and my spirit is down the road

Don’t know if I can go on alone; can’t shoulder this load

 

Maybe I’ll just have one more smoke; a drink to wash it down

Maybe I’ll put on some clean clothes and head off into town

I need more cigarettes and my whiskey is about all gone

Maybe just one more bottle will get me through this night alone

 

I don’t reckon you’ll be coming back; your leaving is all done

The days of our happiness are long since lost in the setting suns

I’ve settled on the things I love, living on the brink

Now all that’s left is to light a smoke and pour another drink

 

There’s whiskey stains down my shirt and down on the floor

Cigarettes butts are thrown about; I don’t care anymore

I stare at the old floor all alone in my addicted chains

Thinking of the good days covered by the whiskey stains

 

 

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      No_Clue 6 years ago

      Oh Dude! This poem is awesome! Whew, left me in a sweat! Rich with imagery and emotion...wow!

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @No_Clue...Thank you, I just got in one of those moods...had nothing but the first line then it all fell together. I appreciate the good words and I am so glad you enjoyed it. WB

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Sniffs this poem reminds me of the song by Lady Antebellum "I Need You Now" This song is mine and my ex's when we split when he would hear it he would play it on my VM and I the same. Your poem brought this image to thought and a tear to my eyes. Knowing that this is how he felt as well when I left. Thanks Wayne!

      smiles :)

      bella

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @bellawriter...Sometimes those things we really love take a backseat to those things we feel we really need...right or wrong. Such is the weakness in our lives too often. That weakness brings sadness into our hearts that may last a lifetime and never really heal. At the same time, sometimes the drowning man just lets go of those trying to save him so that he does not drown them as well. Glad I could create some imagery for you. If you liked this piece, you might read my hub, "Gin House Blues"...it is a story along the same lines. Thanks. WB

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      I will definately check it out I know I do not get to read much often but I try with all these great writers it is so hard to keep up eeekk!

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      Partisan Patriot 6 years ago

      Wayne

      Great Imagery; with your gift for poetry and your fixation on booze, cigarettes bad behavior and women you’re a natural country music song writer.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Cigarettes, Whiskey and Wild Wild Women

      Cigarettes, Whiskey and Wild Wild Women

      (Tim Spenccer)

      cho: Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women

      They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane;

      Cigarettes, whiskey and wild wild women

      They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane;

      Once I was happy and had a good wife

      I had enough money to last me for life

      Then I met with a gal and we went on a spree

      She taught me smokin' and drinkin' whiskee

      (CHORUS)

      Cigarettes are a blight on the whole human race

      A man is a monkey with one in his face;

      Take warning dear friend, take warning dear brother

      A fire's on one end, a fools on the t'other.

      (CHORUS)

      And now good people, I'm broken with age

      The lines on my face make a well written page

      I'm weavin' this story -- how sadly but true

      On women and whiskey and what they can do

      (CHORUS)

      Write on the cross at the head of my grave

      For women and whiskey here lies a poor slave.

      Take warnin' poor stranger, take warnin' dear friend

      In wide clear letters this tale of my end.

      (CHORUS)

      Voted up and awesome Wayne!

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      Chris Merritt 6 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

      again, I too vote up!!

      I had a grandpa that fit that one!

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      Fay Paxton 6 years ago

      Wayne, all you need is a guitar and a black suit. Sounds like a song to me and gosh darn, I know it would be a hit!!

      up/awesome

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      Annette Donaldson 6 years ago from Northern Ireland

      'Now all that's left is to light a smoke and pour another drink', what a sad place to be in. Look around my friend there are plenty of people in the same boat, sad lonely existence, It sings of a unhappy life. A living hell to be in. Awesome once more Wayne, voted up.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Partisan Patriot...I am afraid that if I start writing those songs I may find myself living my verses! LOL! Thanks much! WB

      @WillStarr....Aw, sing it, Hoss! WB

      @CMerritt...I think we all knew somebody at some time that was a bit that way. Thanks much. WB

      @Fay Paxton...I could sure use a hit song...heck, I could use a "hit" anything! Thanks for the good words, Fay. WB

      @thebluestar...Yes, I have known a few who traded life away for one more smoke and another drink. I think some of them saw the futility in it and others quit looking. It is hard to save someone from that fate. Thanks much. WB

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      samiaali 6 years ago

      This is a very powerful poem WB. Very intense. It is sad but I liked it very much! I vote it up! :)

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      breakfastpop 6 years ago

      Love this, I am married to a Tennessee Squire!

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      lyndre 6 years ago from Scotland

      Awesome work Wayne.I,ve lived a lot of these verses and remember the feelings when nothing mattered anymore but to have another drink.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @samiaali...Thank you. It is sad but I think also realistic of something that happens all too often to many people. WB

      @breakfastpop...Is that a Tennessee Squire or Tennessee Stud...LOL! Thanks much! WB

      @lyndre...That is quite the compliment if you have lived some of it. I wanted to achieve a level of reality with it. Hope things are better now! Thanks much. WB

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      Susan Zutautas 6 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      Up, and awesome!

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Just Ask Susan...Thanks so much Susan...I appreciate the read and the great words! WB

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      Truckstop Sally 6 years ago

      Sad and powerful. The days of our happiness are long since lost in the setting suns

      Demons are packaged in many forms - depending on the person.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Truckstop Sally...Thanks much. Most people come with their own personal demons in the same box. You just open the package, let the out and add a little water. It's just that easy for many. WB

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      SilentReed 6 years ago from Philippines

      One of my favorite country music artist is Kenny Rogers and your poem reminds me of his song "lucille" and the lines.....

      "You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

      With four hungry children and a crop in the field

      I've had some bad times lived through some sad times

      But this time your hurting won't heal

      You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille."

      Have you considered writing lyrics? Voted UP

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      Pamela Oglesby 6 years ago from United States

      This poem is very touching to me as it awakes demons from the past. It hurts to leave and it hurts to stay. Your poetry is outstanding.

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      The Frog Prince 6 years ago from Arlington, TX

      I'm thinkin that maybe I should write some music to go along with this heart breaker Wayne. The ability to pour out your soul is a gift and you have it.

      Beautiful and well done.

      The Frog

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      elizabeth 6 years ago from Buncombe County, NC

      This would make a great tune.

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      TimBryce 6 years ago

      Wayne - Very good visual imaging.

      Regards,

      Tim

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      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      The song "Hello Walls" comes to mind! Great write! Thanks for the introduction to Gary Stewart.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @Silent Reed...That is a good KR song...great lyrics. I have played around with song writing here and there but never seemed to find the combination. Maybe if I were a better musician I could make it work! LOL! WB

      @Pamela99...Yes it is sad and yes I am surprised how many out there can relate. I guess it brings forth the truth in the poem. Thanks Pam. WB

      @The Frog Prince...Have at it my man. We'll get us a collaboration going and head for Nashville to starve! LOL! WB

      @mslizzee...Thanks much...that seems to be the consensus around here this morning! WB

      @TimBryce...Thanks Tim, glad you enjoyed it! WB

      @Micky Dee...Yeah, it is one them "You're Right, I'm Left, She's Gone" Willie-type pieces. Ol' Gary Stewart is dead and gone now. He basically drank himself under but before he did so he wrote a few good ones like this one and "She's Acting Single"...you'll find him on YouTube. Most of what he wrote, he lived. WB

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      Bacon and beans, whiskey and cigarrettes. Great imagery, really sets the mood. Thanks for sharing.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @A.A. Zavala...Had to paint that picture of living on despair! Thanks much. WB

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      poetvix 6 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

      This is so painfully beautiful, artfully woven words that flow to perfection but scream out at the same time. Bravo!

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @poetvix...Thank you so much. I had the first line of the first verse flipping around in my head but was not sure where it fit or with what. When I finally wrote it down, the rest just quickly followed. It is interesting that I get a certain exhilaration from writing on the painful and dark side at times. I think it is because there is so much raw emotional in those areas and it seems so challenging to attempt to capture it in verse. I wonder what kind of sick-o that makes me. LOL! WB

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      drbj and sherry 6 years ago from south Florida

      I swear, Wayne, when reading this mournful prose of yours, I could hear old Johnny Cash singing these lyrics with his rusty, raspy voice. This one's a winner.

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      Vickie Bovender 6 years ago from Southeastern US

      You've done such a great job here - I can visualize this poor guy and feel his pain, even. Nice work.

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      chspublish 6 years ago from Ireland

      Powerful imagery and messagee - wow! Beautiful.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...Yeah, that would be something Cash could have sung about from his early days...he knew some of that pain. Thanks much! WB

      @Vickie Bovender...Well, thanks so much. I am glad that I can conjure up those images as you read the poem...makes it all the better. Thanks for stopping by! WB

      @chspublish...Thank you for those fine words! WB

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