A vignette, On Trial, poem
Submitted by smiley7 on Tue, 11/21/2017 - 9:58pm
On trial
Coming with wind
from over mountain
cold blows
and coal damns children
Needing a room without idiots
intoxication and hypocrites
does Medicaid pay?
Playgrounds behind gates
grate
make bad laws
and, then, break them
never seeing bars
to wake them
On trial
beings loaned by universe
to this?
to death by spiral cuts
cosmo playing funny '
down by the river
Hang us high
saying "told you so"
wasteful ends running from fear
with so much dear blossoming
round the hanging tree
Faulkner lies dying
few are crying
But, all on trial
breathing power 4xa-day
probation,
maybe
On trial.
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Late evening, Pluto...
thank you for being here.
Your poetry is spiritual
As is all good poetry. IMO. You paint a 3d picture with your words.
Cool.
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
Marilyn, thank you!
Wonderful Smiley
You have such a gift.
I'm awake late with a cold.
I want a Pony!
Hoping a speedy recovery from
the cold, Arrow, and as always, thanks for the supportive words.
May the Sunshine of Peru warm you today.
Thank you, smiley.
Heh ~ always making us think.
"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11
Good day to the desert...
couldn't sleep, car trouble on the mind, but by the magic of car forums and after three days searching, it was only a worn out piece of plastic on the clutch safety switch; fixed temporarily with plastic from my fishing tackle, happy day as wallet is empty.
Thanks for reading!