Once cartoons were fables
teaching values in color
on black and white tv.
Children arrived home
to find the door open
and Mom in the kitchen.
Fathers set standards
the family rose to meet
and the family name shone.
The values were shared
and the country was one.
Freedom flew on flagpoles.
Now, a capitalistic nation
flies currency as a flag
Ends dangle, so Mom works.
Children find doors locked
and Fathers are dishonored
their paycheck more valued.
Crime and the fear of it
keeps the moral inside
and distrustfully isolated.
Social structures once uniting
are now politically incorrect
church, schools, organizations.
Divided as society changes.
Individuals feel powerless
and disconnected from each other.
Daily doses of controlled media
create and feed emotions evoked
to keep lemmings running left.
While politics and buisness
hold hands in the empty pockets
they've managed to strip bare.
Greed.
A plauge all Earth bound Islands share.
A contest entry
- nothing, but a carnival ... (read the rules first) by A Prophet of 3.
4457 points, ended October 30, 2007, 16 entries
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i remember these times, and truthfully recall never having my front door ever locked, growing up in a small town ... even today, i breed the mentality of my parents, and rarely lock my doors ... those were truely cherished times ...
the content of this piece, i could tell, came from honesty and frustration, and at times from a saddened heart ... an honest poetic heart ...
despite the content, the over-all flow could dance with a more precise step (a few line breaks to accent the power words, and carry on certain thoughts to capture the immage and make the reader drink every last drop would be nice)
don't try to make this piece sound like a poem, let it flow as if it was something you wanted to read ... because if you write it like you want it read, then that is the way i want to read it (make sense?)
although, not a bad piece, make those edits, and thank you for sharing these thoughts ... *cheers*
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I believe you need a comma after "once"
and "capitistic" - capitalistic. Unless that's a word I don't know?
Their is misspelled, last line of the 6th stanza.
I really enjoyed this poem, especially the capitalization of "Father," "Mom," and the like. It, to me, provided more meaning -- I don't quite know how to explain it -- that fit so well in this poem.
This made me miss simpler times, when front doors were only locked when people were on vacation. Who can afford vacations anymore though?
Wonderful poem.
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Thank you.
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This is ....is...
I honestly can't find the words!
One of , if not the best I've read here!
Bravo!!
Write on.
*PEACE*
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Thank you I appreciate your comment.
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