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bananas.

Oliver Twist Societies Everywhere.
Good and strong poem

This is interesting. I like the gaunt structure of this piece almost like the object you are writing about. It creates a good, but cold atmosphere. I hope this is what you are aiming for. I have a feeling it may be about depression or indecision.

Sounds like you had a good night. I’m not sure I could handle an event like that, probably I’d laugh at them and get thrown out or into a fight. Poets are sooo sensitive.
Your descriptions are brilliant. I could almost smell the sweat and weed.

I’m not sure I am an incurable idealist. I think my ideals are slowly melting away, or perhaps being eroded by the madness we call modern society. I’d like to be like Geoffrey Labowski, but I don’t smoke. I’s like to be a nihilist but I don’t believe I could handle it.

I liked this poem

Empty words indeed – Surat and Sydney, good analogy. I’ve been to Surat; plenty of Australians there!

“You maybe healing your elbows
But hurting your knees.”

In Denmark I heard a similar expression: “Pissing in your trousers to keep warm.”

Hello,
You sum up this problem so well with these moving words. I saw how people (especially the young) have to struggle to eat and take care of their families. They have to pay the street mafia and endure insults and ridicule from those only marginally better off who refer to them as ‘The Australians’ and other derogatory terms.

Few people here are aware of how life really goes on in the so called fastest growing economy on Earth.
You make a good point that unfortunately no one listens to.

Wow!!! This is amazing!!!

This is beautifully crafted, passionate, evocative work, truly groundbreaking, a genuine spark of raw genius!

Politically astute, with a deep understanding of history and of the evils of the white man. And no names are mentioned, so it’s totally not obvious at all who the target of this piece is.

Can we nominate this for the next anthology? Or give it a nib?

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,”

Shakespeare

In our heart of hearts, what are we indeed, a Chaplin or a Hitler? In a world full of ‘actors’, it’s sometimes difficult to tell. But do you want to be a charming fellow, when in your heart, you’re not?

“It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.”

Mahatma Gandhi

A very thought provoking poem, supratik.

Now that is a powerful image. It begs the question, is that little girl also a fruit of the tree? Is the tree of life also the tree of death? A very sharp three-liner.

Subtle internal rhyming – loved it and the triple alliteration in “carping creed and familial critique…”

Interesting zodiac thread here – “Tracy’s spell of inherited climaxes closed” is stuck in my mind for some reason!

I enjoyed the imagery and the subtle rhythm of it

Creations of dreams – marvelous image – allets

Words woven so tightly a dust mote could not penetrate the tension. It was a walk inside spaces seldom seen. A shaft of dusty rays from sol, the approaching tempestuous dark – woven well indeed – allets

Not very orthodox but very interesting to me. -thank you!!

Refined, elaborate, exquisite piece really. I can hardly understand it myself 🙂

sometimes we are trouble magnets. we cannot avoid trouble. I do think now it is better not to bother at all eventually, to stop replying as I did for years and years on a site here, politics, boy have written pages and pages of comments and replies over there, but I left, others left too, and now they are begging for visitors and people to comment. that’ll teach them a lesson.

car without brakes perhaps? I don’t know but in Greek we say “without brakes” τα φρένα.

I am trying to understand the last two lines, why do you say grass, and do you perhaps mean lawn?

Could you please not post seven poems at once?

As I said earlier, the rule is 2 per publishing day.

That would be appreciated.