Picket Fences and Manicured Yards

Picket Fences and Manicured Yards

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Picket Fences and Manicured Yards

 

 

portions are small on Beggar Street

more drink than substantial eats

 

dessert smells much like wine

the end to a repast not so fine

 

the guests leave one by one

never together always alone

 

back to their cardboard houses of plight

to share sounds of blaring taxis in the night

 

through windows with no panes

their boxed mansions wuthering widths in the rain

 

I left a few more scraps on a few porches

but in the morning, fires had consumed the hearts' torches

 

burned out lives, burned out desperation

a society's real estate digression

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/29/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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It is so sad to see homeless people in this world... well written and said

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Yes it is...thank you for your kind comment, Unspoken.
j.
Indeed my friend....a sign of our times eh? Every day I see SO many homeless people with their lives' belongings in a supermarket basket they've stolen. Such a sad commentary of our lives today. You write of it well my friend. ~Sharon

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, Sharon,
j.
Strong words and thoughts on a topic that effect our world Jacob. More hungry now, than ever. You create a vision of accepting less. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

You are welcome my friend.
We have more and more homeless on our streets and we also have high illegal immigration. We are an over populated island and there aren't enough houses. Too many think our streets are paved with gold. When they get here, maybe the truth hits them. We have illegal migrants in four star hotels complaining that they haven't been given.a house! Your poem makes me realise what a mess things are. Not just here in the UK. But globalky. Very topical write J. Love the couplets and the rhyme. Love where your muse took you with this one.

Chris

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your understanding review, and kind words, Chris,
j.
dear Jacob... I was listening to Hannity tonight on TV; He described the Plight of our Country...
and the future is Grim. It seems one Party has Caved in to the Socialistic Party... with so many people
coming here from many other Countries... not checked medically or as Criminals. Our Country is at the Mercy of Madness. Only poetry makes sense at this point in time. truly, Pat

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your insights, Pat...yes, things are definitely a mess...everyone at each other's thro.. read more
Can't recall the last time I saw rhymed couplets from you. I still see homeless people standing with their signs at intersections. Who knows where they go when the day is done? Maybe to the aforementioned cardboard shelters, if they are fortunate enough to have one. Every time I see them it reminds me of how fortunate I have been.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I feel the same way...lived about 25 of my years one paycheck away from the streets....came close a .. read more
A very moving poem Jacob
I was half asleep when I first read oblivious to its meaning then after coffee or two got the gist of it
Homeless so sad
The wuthering sentence was especially great



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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I appreciate your kind review, Julie,
j.
In the real eorld society is it's own worst enemy. Your poem express why in this no holds bar poem.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, Cowboy,
j.
The homeless situation only seems to get worse. With a little imagination and ingenuity, some will build castles from dumpsters and garbage heaps, one man's trash is another treasure, yada yada, at least they don't have to mow.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Yes, not too many lawns in those alleyways.
thank you, Corset,
j.
A very touching depiction of poverty in America.

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Shelley,
j.
Shelley Warner

1 Week Ago

You're welcome

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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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