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Two Poems.......two Kids
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Two Poems.......two Kids |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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THE LITTLE ONE Imperishable vision the blue eyed waifette. Seemingly each hair seeking different exits from a head housing brains which unavoidably know already (at age 4) that they will be absorbing all the wrong things. Women sheltered clothes droop from bone hangered pale skin, dotted with the forgotten bruised reminders of the hazardous environment. Trusting only the slightly older brother who taught her fluent bad wordery, and slowly mistrusting even him as she assumes more secrets. Knowing already to stay clear of the dropping adults who, in her short term only and inevitably stumble, fall, are dragged away, give up or die. It's a Zen thing, where the smallness assures an invisibility and the silence blends her an accessory role. But for those eyes......... Walk away? I can't even walk past without a Jean Valjeanian urge to free her from her fate. Anyone need a gray haired gardener and his quiet little girl? If not, Will someone please bomb us? BIG BRUUDER Seven Seven and bulge eyed rage of the raw deal. Seven and no damn bike! Suddenly seven reading and writing and lisping long phantasmagoria at the slightest tilt of the dullest ear of the dumbest adult. Seven and hiding the bottle which houses no genie, but at least one evil which, when poured down the drain won't steal Mama (for now). Would that he could swipe that white s**t she smokes or will death to the latest "uncle" who takes groping liberties with his Mama and assumes the boy's place in her bed. Don't they know the danger caged in the tremble of the three quartered orphan? Seven the bed wetted shame of the big brother-little man, Mama's boy, head of the over ruled section eight house. Seven. Will 8 have Mama jailed? and will home be the senile old male hating Grandma's or maybe the nice orphanage? Seven. Well there's always his sister. Isn't there? |
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cpalmer Senior Member
since 2001-06-26
Posts 977Phoenix, Az |
All I know to say is Wow, Very sad, but too true in this world! Take care Cindi God is our inspiration; Words of the heart can be music to our ears |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Heavy, descriptive, and important. The form reads like a chapter in a somber novel, with the advantage of conciseness. Not a pleasant picture painted, to be sure, but one worthy of some heavy contemplation -- what responsibility can each parent take to PREVENT this kind of circumstance for their kids, to begin with? Thanks for the read. -MVS "If you think you know it all, you have a lot to learn." |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well Richard, I think Mark said it all don't you? The responsibility falls on the parents to ensure that their children don't end up in these circumstances, and the care of their children lands as the responsibility to some other person with a "huge" heart! Very descriptive, and the form it was presented in was excellent, great poem. If I have made you smile today, then I have done my job! ~* Mysteria *~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 07-03-2001).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
powerfully told.. a painful tale but put into words like this.....it can hardly help but touch those who read it... I can't say ZI enjoyed the tale told..but the telling is impeccable. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Yes, you told the tale well, just wish it didn't have to be written or read. |
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