Category Archives: Good Times Good Friends

Requiem for a Lemon

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:: Ode To The Lemon Slice::

 

Yellow lemon
Does dead man’s float
In the last gulps of my Corona
I have never been to Mexico
So, the glyphs on the bottle hold no meaning
I thrive on Jamison
And Irish Car Bombs

Pile of ashes
Half smoked cigarettes
Vintage Red Sox flame
In my nightgown on the deck
The flower pot smokes
My jaw goes slack

A big ass bug flies by
And brings me back to my drink
The lemon is no longer floating
Just a bit of mush
In the bottom of my Corona bottle

I guess my life doesn’t seem so rough
Rest In Peace Mr. Lemon

~~~~~~~~~~

Bonnie Jean Higgins
February 2013

Friends…… the small things they do.. can last a lifetime

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::My Dearest::
 
You’ve heard me laugh
You’ve felt me cry
You’ve watched as my world has crumbled
You’ve seen me dream
You’ve seen me fly
And you have been there when I stumble
Through all the years and hours and words
you have stayed a loyal friend
I know you dream of us forever
But for now we must remain only friends
I know we had a dream of two
And some where we lost our way
Even when our words were angry
Friends we have always stayed
I love you still and I will always be near
If ever you should lose your way
And maybe that dream of two
Might come back to life one day
 
©09.12.04
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
~Written for my dear friend Paul D. Aronson and published Author ~

Ode to Valentines Day Number 2

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Roses are red, violets are blue, i know where you live and the

hit-man does too

roses are red violets are blue i am sharpening my shank so i

can give it to you…

Bonnie Jean Higgins 02-14-2013

an Ode to Valentines Day

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Roses are red, violets are blue, I am under your bed, and my

shank is too

Bonnie Jean Higgins  02-14-2013

(dedicated to the people who know me best and adore my homicidal tendencies)

The Poet

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~ The Poet ~

Sitting on a dock in the middle of the lake
Long hair curling in the mist
Stars falling to Earth
Moonlight in her eyes
In her hand rests a book
Crickets chirp and chime
As she writes her lines
She is in her own make-believe world
Wind dances in her hair
There are Castle’s in her stare
The words she writes
Release her soul

Bonnie Jean Higgins
02-13-2013

This poem is about my poetry spot at Lake Montclair

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