I rarely reblog poetry, but this powerful poem by a new follower struck a chord with me.
The spurious hand
Of the curious girl
Explores odd intersections
Of the furious world
With the scenes always shifting
Because shadows exchange
The pretty puffs of prize poodles
For perverse pedigreed mange
Where the streets are all thoroughfares
Upon which motor cars drive
Where people always are going
And yet never they arrive
Bold, bizarre backwards bankers
Turn bonds into stocks
Leaving townspeople beholden
To fortunes predicted in probable rocks
Quiet houses sit empty
While paid closets of extra sit full
Where the rebellious and sickly
Are silently culled
From the counts in a census
And their beds on the street
Because where public meets private
The trading hands are discreet
Poor men of all colors
Are earmarked for jails
And the darker the hue is
The more hefty the bail
And dropping babies at sisters
Their fed up wives clean hotels
Raising cash to fight pipelines
Dragging children to…
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Very impressive, Pete! Thank you for sharing. xx Michael
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It’s a great poem. Thanks, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
(And thanks for all the reblogs.)
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Thank you as well, Pete! Always a great pleasure to me, and worth to do. Enjoy a nice evening! xx Michael
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Outstanding 🙂
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Cheers mate. I thought so too.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Spot on! Warmest regards, Theo
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Thanks, Theo. I was impressed by this.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well crafted and yes, affecting.
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Thanks, FR. It is rare for poetry to stay in my mind. But this did.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Brilliant poem, Pete.
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I thought so. Glad you agree, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Dig it too!
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Thanks, Pejj. I found it very affecting.
Best wishes, Pete.
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