Sunday, May 31, 2015

784 - Detachment

Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were: misery, privilege & stale.
A cheery bunch, but here goes:


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Dedicated to Smokin' Joe

Men of privilege laugh and joke
About their balance sheet,
Inflicting misery onto those
They hope to never meet.

Far below, in the poorer parts,
Life is far from merry:
They’re born, 
They work, 
They struggle on,
Until, finally, they bury.

They hear the laughter from the hill,
It adds to their despair.
While the stale smell of good cigars 
Hangs heavy in the air.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2015
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25 comments:

  1. A great poem you have written dear Cosmo and so true. These politicians are detached and have no idea of the reality and struggle of the lives of many people, nor do they care.
    xoxoxo ♡

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  2. The age of entitlement is over - unless we are talking about Smokin Joe and his friends...

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  3. aquí y en la quebrada del ají" we say in spanish...
    love these lines:
    ..stale smell of good cigars
    Hangs heavy in the air.

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  4. Ouch yes indeed - you would think it's a thing of the past but that cigar smoke filters through the ages..maybe they will get gout however although it's the folks below who have to bury their sorry arses...

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  5. The contrasts are chilling.. the poor are just the number of the balance sheets... and even air is monopolized with cigar smoke..

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  6. there are so many contrast in the world

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  7. Oh how that stale cigar smoke smell chokes as it lingers long in the air.

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  8. very well written ! makes me wary of this brave new world

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  9. While the stale smell of good cigars
    Hangs heavy in the air.

    Loved the closing lines... its perfect!

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  10. yet they are 1% and not at all affected by the sigh of the rest...

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  11. Quite the rhymester you are---and quite the truth teller.

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  12. Luv the rhyme scheme you used. It softens the reality without losing its thruth

    Have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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  13. Yes, and it was ever thus........you whipped those words into line in fine form, Cosmo!

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  14. Such startk truth....

    'Inflicting misery onto those
    They hope to never meet.'

    I am sure even if they met the people they would not care....karma is all I can hope for.

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  15. Here we are worried by aliens invading and taking over the planet and they are here already! How can we tell?...By their inhumane behaviour!

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  16. sad reality i guess. i hope we can change the system but is it too late already?

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  17. Me ha encantado tu bloc, tienes unos posts muy interesantes,ha sido un regalo mirarlo. Te invito a visitar el mio, esta semana Renovándome por dentro....y por fuera.... te espero en elracodeldetall.blogspot.com para descobrirlo y espero que te guste. Ah! Si no eres seguidora deseo que te hagas, gracias por visitarme

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  18. The distance between the haves and have nots is ever growing. And most everything else is just to keep us distracted from it.

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  19. Great imagery for this social activism poem.

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  20. OK... great snapshot in your words.
    ZQ

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  21. You gave me the opportunity to wonder if all are really so covetous, desirous.

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  22. A little bit of "Richard Corey"--but much more cynical.

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