Where The Streets Have No Blame
By marandina
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I pass you on the desolate streets,
huddled under weather-worn blankets,
in dimly lit, dank shop doorways,
the smell of wandering urine is acidic,
forlorn expressions etched on forgotten faces.
I hear you, see you, shouting at midday,
lurid catcalls of misunderstood intimidation,
human traffic bustles and flows around
ripped and shunned obstacles, inconvenient detours.
Street people stagger and stare.
This is a post-modern, humanist world
of intuition and towering achievements,
advanced machine algorithms of wealth,
shimmering hope invoked by a Golden Age,
metaphorical castles, lines of suburban sanctuary.
Young runaways escape broken adolescence,
addicts drawn by the lure of perpetual absenteeism,
a social conscience punctured and torn,
lost souls selling a short-lived notion
of a life of freedom without the need to care.
Build them the safety of houses, bring them in
from the bitter winds of undecided fate.
These meandering wanderers are a reflection
of who we all are in another time and place.
Help at hand, if we want and wish hard enough.
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There are so many reasons and
There are so many reasons and complexities of life and situation behind each living without fixed home. So many ways to try to help practically or in friendship.
But I was struck by your phrase 'a life of freedom without the need to care' and was reminded to look up and re-read something I wrote a number of years ago about longing for independence, but … https://www.abctales.com/story/rhiannonw/no-ties-ip
Rhiannon
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Hi Paul,
Hi Paul,
your poem describes a life that's both scary and vulnerable. How easy it is to be drawn onto the streets when life treats you either bad through no fault of your own, or you loose your way in life and cannot cope with the realities.
A poignant read that hits home.
I really hope these pod homes take off, they sound like a great idea.
Jenny.
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Very good. And the article
Very good. And the article was interesting. I saw a similar project. Shipping containers I think. Turned into homes.
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build more houses you rich
build more houses you rich cunts. (sorry that's a rant). I follow the housing issue closely from my tent, with my faithful dog.
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I heard about the pods on the
I heard about the pods on the radio, I hope they take dogs, that is a reason people give for not going in shelters because they don't let in animals. As well as that you catch stuff, and also there are scary people staying there too. They sound more scary than the street.
Lots of great lines as always in your poems :0) "I pass you on desolate streets" "social conscience punctured and torn," "inconvenient detours"
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Some good writing, as usual.
Some good writing, as usual. I really liked the feel of this one, could almost picture it all quite vividly. Congratulations on the cherries.
GGHades502
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