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Post by ARTHUR KELLY on Jun 29, 2009 15:33:31 GMT -5
Beyond comprehension: I matter not, My loyal, stoic efforts soon forgot; Platitudes and notice-serving meetings, So far away from those first-day greetings. Frigid the words “…the needs of the business…”, Exploitation: my hours you harness; Apologies, a script I’ve heard before, Your mandate, I don’t believe anymore. Defenceless, my stance as you cut my throat, Optionless, clock out and get my coat; Helpless, the recession-bred search for work, Verging near homeless my family lurk. Chasing elusive security I crave, One step away from a pauper’s grave.
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jun 29, 2009 20:21:36 GMT -5
Well now I understand just how appropriate your new avatar is. I wish I could help somehow, my friend. The poem, of course, is excellent, bringing your feelings across so well I want to kick something.
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Saffron
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Daughter of Ecanus
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Post by Saffron on Jun 30, 2009 0:21:21 GMT -5
The economy is bad. Right? That's what everyone says. But the thing that is really bad these days is the total lack of loyalty, compassion, and brotherhood. I was talking to a friend and mentioned that the current day economy was worse than during the depression. She said that the economy wasn't worse. The world was just more stingy and filled with pride. She told me of a day in 1923 when her Dad had caught three fish. Her family of eight hadn't eaten in two days. The smell had her mouth salivating, as well as that of her brothers and sisters. A knock came at the back door and they all looked at each other knowing it was someone in need. It was the common practice in those days. They saw the desire in each others eyes to ignore the visitor/visitors. The hunger that didn't want to share. But share they did. One of the hungry visitors that day became her future husband. They were together for 62 years. She shuddered to think what would of been, what she could of lost, if they didn't answer the door that night. She is my husband's grandmother. Open your door sweetie. Let it lead you where it will. Need I say this touched me deeply? Penny
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Jun 30, 2009 22:25:33 GMT -5
This reminded me of so many I know, but in particular, my brother-in-law. I swear that man is going to work himself to death just to please that woman he is with. He works in the union long hours, has a second job mowing yards on the side, and then comes home, cooks supper, cleans the house, and juggles the many diverse activities of her 4 children....and all the while she is out shopping and spending his money. What some people do for love just blows my mind. Nicely penned and thoroughly enjoyed.
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Post by ladyoftheword on Jul 7, 2009 1:16:09 GMT -5
WOW...This is my day, no month!!! in poetry!!!!! I love your writing...I can relate..and I love the avatar. Very well done!!! LOTW
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