He Groused About The Meek

He Groused About The Meek

A Poem by daninstockholm
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a poem of the dichotomy of life, the ever growing separation between classes,

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He groused about the meek
"They inherit nothing,
Not the wind,
Not the grain,
Not the shirts on their backs."

I was five years old.
My brothers coat, five button holes, three buttons
Shoe laces broken,
Tied in many places to hold them together,

The streets were my playground,
Fire hydrants were bears,
Passersby were Indians,
We shot at them with imaginary guns,

Turning and walking away,
Leading me by hand, without a word
Down streets of jailhouses
Prisons of thought,
Of carelessness
Of lives abandoned
My father teaches me of the rich
Of the bitterness of long sleepless nights
The way of life of the working stiffs

Merrily the children run down the shaded lane
Trees meeting in the middle
Branches kissing each other in the sun
While under their splendor
Life prepares the sinkholes

© 2015 daninstockholm


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The rich grow richer and money talks in an increasingly loud voice; that's pretty much the separation today, not that the moneyed have ever given a s**t about those with nowt.

Shame that all kids can't run merrily down those tree shades lanes.


T

Posted 4 Years Ago


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daninstockholm

4 Years Ago

Yes, it is. Those lines came from my own childhood, actually. The street to my grandparents house ha.. read more



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Such a melting and merging of shadows and light. There is an aching place in the world with the wonders woven into the painful awakenings. Leaves me wondering so much in our new year's light.

Posted 4 Years Ago


The rich grow richer and money talks in an increasingly loud voice; that's pretty much the separation today, not that the moneyed have ever given a s**t about those with nowt.

Shame that all kids can't run merrily down those tree shades lanes.


T

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daninstockholm

4 Years Ago

Yes, it is. Those lines came from my own childhood, actually. The street to my grandparents house ha.. read more
How I enjoyed these eloquent lines

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daninstockholm

4 Years Ago

awww. Adam,, you honor me with this. Thank you so very much!
The streets were my playground, too. If only those "imaginary guns" were more than just our imagination.

A gripping tale of extraordinary writing, Dan!



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

daninstockholm

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Kelly. The streets were my playground too, at various times. I appreciate your ki.. read more
and evolution shall continue to unfold ...

I often think in the small picture - then I catch myself and think again of the big picture, for me it's a constant battle - the small demands attention and yet the big shows us that life is one giant cycle and it will flow on and on and on and we will return from whence we came and we shall spawn some kind of new life - in some way, shape or from ...

but then I am dragged back to the small demanding attention and yes we should give it attention and deal with it with all kinds of thought because that is what enables us to learn and grow ... if we learn and grow we may in fact let more light in ... and then

in the big sheme of things - nothing really matters in the eternal flow

it's a constant arguement I tell you :)

I enjoyed the flow and the imagery you have presented here a grand them in a small world where I still must ask ... what does really matter X

Posted 4 Years Ago


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KWP

4 Years Ago

happy new year to you my friend :) I haven't been around much - always hectic this time of year - an.. read more
daninstockholm

4 Years Ago

another privvy of the poets, dilly-dallying,, lol,,
KWP

4 Years Ago

i am a queen dilly-dally-er yup yup X

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Added on December 30, 2015
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Tags: poetry, life, father, poverty, lower classes

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daninstockholm
daninstockholm

Stockholm, Sweden



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Time gives us moments made up of empty canvasses. How will you use yours? Happily married male, American born but now happy to be living in Stockholm, loves to learn and experience new things new p.. more..

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