street

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welcome…

digital decoupage cwmartin

an empty grave
you walk by it
as if
you don’t know
that
it
may be
for you
staring pass it
as if
it is a beggar
on the street
but
like the beggar
it
is willing
to
wait
for your
return

by

today for you almost free…

these trinkets
offered
along the street of life
by politicians
are yours
for
the exceptionally
low price
of
your soul
just
give up your
concern for others
and
have a new highway
or
even better yet
more overpaid
government jobs
for
friends
and
for
yourself
just
trade-in
that old belief
in humanitarianism
and get
a new
and improved
egocentric life
to hell
with healthcare
for the poor
when greed is standing
at your door
as well
as voters’
votes
let’s cut your taxes
and weave
an outdoor mud room rug
from the souls crushed
by your selfishness
and
today
it’s
almost
free

 

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on the edge…

Challenge Photo II from Jade

the gray morning
air presses hard
against me
holding back
the sounds
of my footsteps
that were so clear
and distinct
as i began
this journey
but now
all i can hear
are my labored breaths
in and out
and
my throbbing heart
a heart seeking
to escape
these city walls
to leave behind
this street
where laughter
and joy
have fled
where only
your memory resides
shrouded in betrayal
wearing a cross
of lies
to conceal
the truth
of who
and what
you are
and what
you’ve done

 

This poem represents my second response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here. 

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resurrection…


in the summer
after the sun has been turned off
the old people like roaches
seep out of the smoke covered bricks of their apartments
and pause upon the metal escape routes
shaped like the bars of a prison
and stare upon the street below
as if they could see a model-t