My superpower is cardboard

My superpower is cardboard

A Poem by J. Hampton
"

for the Homeless...the Sheltered...the unfortunate

"

Once Zealous dreamers

shuffle in grim exodus

toting our portable poverty

bottle-necking

at an all too familiar... yet  unsure crossroad

 

Cast out before morning opens a sleepy eye

The low murmur of denial

a harbinger of defeat

rises like a flash flood

reality and freedom snapped-in-two

cutting the air of peace

as the sound of dry twigs snapping

disturbs sleep

the only  rare and brief nirvana we have ever known

 

even ...Jesus had no home

 

 

We were to become ...so much

and do ... So much ...more

 

Let's tuck the shattered shards of our hopes

inside our folded capes

and fail in good company

 

Keep your masks on

remember....

our superpower is cardboard

 

to be invisible

 

Your shame

is my Kryptonite

 

but...

 we ...still see ...you

whose albatross..... Is that ?

 

Knights in shining cardboard

Heros with no home...

Heros with no home ...

 

J. Hampton -3/24/2013


© 2013 J. Hampton



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A cardboard village is rapidly springing up in my home town. Cops are moving them on - continuously though so they move and they move and they move...
This time of year is worst.
This reminded me of the terribly emotional song 'Streets of London' by Ralph McTell.

Posted 1 Week Ago


But it is sad when you see the homeless toting about a piece of cardboard as theirstossed out of shelters at 1st light in miserable cold weather.

Posted 1 Year Ago


We all had a Teddy Bear - at least in our dreams if not in life.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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your shame is my kryptonite.
digging for rare finds today. Hit paydirt with this one.

Posted 3 Years Ago


i am loving this poem and your word play my sister! i love the voice you give these men and women. Seeing through the eyes of Jesus and then writing about these truths is why i write, and you inspire me!

Posted 3 Years Ago


This is extremely moving! The subject matter is heartbreaking, however, your gift of contructing the story within the poem to reach into our hearts and squeeze -feeling for a moment how the unfortunate...these gifted, talented and yet somehow forgotten humans live.
It is a beautifully designed poem written about a horrible living situation so many have come to know. You really got me in the heart with the "Jesus had no home".
This will stay with me!

Posted 4 Years Ago


J. Hampton

4 Years Ago

Your review is so appreciated...
I see how these folks feel on their eyes... How hard it is to.. read more
This seems clearly about the homeless. It paints a frightening picture of homelessness and the accompanying hopelessness. I very much like the reference to being invisible. I think we have all been guilty of "pretend blindness" I know (shamefully) that I have.


Posted 4 Years Ago


J. Hampton

4 Years Ago

thanks for reading...
I work with homeless outreach programs ...and spend enough time in the E.. read more

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Added on March 24, 2013
Last Updated on April 10, 2013
Tags: Homeless, poor, unemployed, poverty, veterans, politicians, PTSD, addicts, alcoholics, beaten, abused, beggars, bums, panhandlers, selfish, greed


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