The Monday Blues

The Monday Blues

 

 

 

I found my mind

when Heaven faltered

Angels rebelled when physiology

commanded stronger than God

and we all fell down

through clouds of mislaid wisdom

the Good Book became repugnant

because shadows over the soul distort

 

what to believe

what to believe

 

a rhetorical religious fallacy

that we are all created equal

and God has his eye on us all

 

there are slums

and starvation

and misappropriation of funds

for learning

and white collar and blue collar

and no collar

 

because ties are only for the fortunate

to wear to funerals

and others wrap a cardboard box around the deceased

and pray to a God they've never seen

in their neighborhood

 

and wonder if he is a mythical creature

who might ride next to them on that bus

that takes them to a block less traveled

by those of their stature

 

and then they stand before a Church

with golden arches

a happy meal

and uniforms on young people

who do not look like servers at mass

from what they were told

or read in books they found in trash bins

 

the throwaways of the fortunate

and they sift through garbage

hoping to find a second or third hand

tie

to wear to their next dinner

fabricated from a handout 

that will drown in a bottle

of forget.

erin-cilberto

8/8/22

Reviews

[Davey Payne]

I like this a lot. I identify with the themes you tackle here. I especially love the phrasing in the last stanza.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Davey,
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

That forgetting that so needs to be remembered...perception is pitiful and pugnant with the stench of stink 🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I absolutely appreciate the comment so much, Kelly,
and yes, "the stench of stink" is overwhelming...
had to write about it...still have to....maybe until I go to my final resting place.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

All is well🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[Relic]

I was an alter boy when I was young and I followed what the catholic school taught me. Then 911 happened. It was as though the bible was just a book of stories after that. Although I still have some belief, the injustices keep mounting. The homeless, school shootings, corrupt governments and politicians. On an on and on. You get the picture.

Good one, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I get the picture, Tim...and I see that very same picture...thank you,
j.

[Temperance]

God gave us choice and free will and look what we've done with it. It is true that we are our own worst enemies in many ways. Each of us is where we are because of the choices we've made in life. Very provocative poem Mr. j. Something for us all to think about. Thank you for sharing. Temp

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Temp,
j.

[Temperance]

You’re welcome.

[Patricia]

Wow! That is some powerful poetry! It’s rich and thick and full of us full of ourselves! Oh yeah, now that’s my kind of straight forward in your face kind of writing! Brilliant!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you so much for your kind review, Patricia,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

For get me nots have the Fragrance of Old Spice… where Prayers are carried to Heaven by Birds. The Nightingale 🎶 sings in Berkeley Square…. Would be my Prayer. Wrap me around a Grand Piano and sing with Chapel 🔔 Bells . Thank you on a Monday morning Blue Sky as we Cry for those who Die… Amen… Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think being wrapped around a grand Piano would be just fine...Thank you for your words, Pat,
j.