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Click hereWhy try to stop the storm’s raging
the waves incessant lapping
the crapping of pigeons on my window cill
I am not the agent of change
but an accessory to the crimes
of everyday life
I muddle, befuddled
by mundane inanity,
the insanity that passes as normal
people cursing people’s being
seeing underpasses passing as homes
as the tenants roam aimlessly
and we try to exist blamelessly
ignoring pleas for quarters and dimes
our time to precious to pay attention
to our fellow humans plight
not to mention avoiding the sight
of an existence to horrid to contemplate
as we wait for our latte
and think naughty thoughts
about being in bed with our loved ones
A poet telling it like it is ~ not as it should be. Right On.
with its conveyance on the frailities of life. you've certainly captured the selfish human element very well. nicely done.....don
I think for the most part this is quite solid (though, in my opinion, the last two lines could be rewritten to pack more wallop - they don't match up well with the poem). I think you handled the rhyme fairly well, with it feeling natural and unforced in most spots - though the next to last stanza may not be a good idea, end-rhyming all three lines and breaking the pattern you set.
There are some edits:
cill = sill
to precious = too precious
humans = humans'
to horrid = too horrid
Interesting poem.
this reminds me of a trip to Baltimore and all the overpasses being built over the slums...hiding the dirt with concrete....just so the elite can have the waterfront for themselves...its really a shame to see such madness...ty for writing about a subject getting out of hand in this country...the past 8 years...bluerains