the etiquette of being an elegant bum

the etiquette of being an elegant bum

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the etiquette of being an elegant bum

 

 

 

at the refinery 

the oil spilled in controversy

and the refined boy

miles away sat in disharmony

 

at a table of strangers

trying to impress

with his sophistication

and pontification  

 

of what spilled from his genes

as the refinery burned

the oil scorched his salad of charm

his mind sat miles away

 

his father died in the fire

of dreams

that never were

and he died poor

 

and wanting

of just a simple life.

 

 

erin-cilbeto

5/11/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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In the mind of desire the unexpected occurs traveling toward the reality of dream.

Regards,
Al

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

oh i like that, Al...yes, so true.
thank you,
j.
There is such a distance between loved ones. Different worlds...Life does this...Sadly the chasm will now be left gaping...

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your words, DIVYA,
j.
You could say this poem is about many U.S. Senators and Representatives, among others. I think of “old money” and the “entitled” heirs who earn nothing but a warranted scorn. Seems the poorest and richest often die unfulfilled. I enjoyed this one, J.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your insights, R.E....
j.
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'his salad of charm'
yesss *applause*
your phrasing is unique, it's refreshing. the message is so important, an eloquently written tragedy.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words,
j.
Fathers and sons often disagree...as do mothers and daughters. Living up to the expectations of family is difficult...and sometimes impossible. Thing is, when there is love, the pain of losing them is still very real. There is a lot of pain in this one. Understanding after the fact as well. Good one. Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.
This was very tough for me to grasp ONLY because I am resting up form a month long adventure of re-homing a homeless family. My own connotations of my recent experiences just kept making scrambled eggs of your write.
Gary and I went the extra mile to buy furniture and things that hopefully they will be proud of and take care of in hopes they will enjoy the step up and make them want to reach even higher. Not for material gain but to have self respect . We hope they will keep reaching and never allow themselves to be homeless again. Sounds like we need a middle ground between your poem and my recent experience.


Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

i think you and Gary did such a wonderful thing...and i can see where this might have scrambled you .. read more
Cryingkate

4 Months Ago

Thank You for the confirmation that the deed was a right thing to do. No I didn't know that "Yesterd.. read more
We have to be who we are, we cannot follow the expectations of others. I sense the disappointment this may have generated. I am seeing Father and son here. Great poetry Jacob, written with much feeling.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you so much for your words, Chris.
j.
Another thinker thanker. Do we ever live up to another's expectation? Sometimes we have to pretend to be someone we are not to keep the peace.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

Expectations can be the death of hopes and dreams...thank you for your words, andrew.
j.
oh my goodness .. the tragedy and irony is profound .. one of your many best says i .. i am blown away .. we have our dreams .. our self misconceptions .. and hard realities .. all around .. every day ... so glad i did not miss this one jacob
E.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, E.
j.
OK this one is a thinker. I am getting someone trying to live in the shaddow of a rich father but it is a pretence and they do not have their father's ability. In fact the fasther disliked his world and longed sor something far removed from it. His father died in the fire of dreams and thus failed to feel fulfilled. Love the creastiveness of the line: 'the oil scorched his salad of charm'.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

pretty spot on as far as what inspired this...thank you, John.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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