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Array ( [sid] => 131652 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Street stories [time] => 2007-02-12 05:48:34 [hometext] => me, wouldn't give 'em the time of day, but the Muse saw this kid and went Awww..... [bodytext] =>



Crazy Annie’s on the streets
begging for cigarettes and sweets
spare a coin and make her smile,
Annie once lived in style

Silly John talks and talks
while everybody else just walks
once he was a bright young lad,
till something in his head went bad

Dreadlock Dave, smells so foul
shabby clothes and filthy scowl
who’d have thought he once wore suits,
and lectured to new recruits

all their noises, silent ears
made deaf by umpteen fears
pass them by but don’t forget,
their stories aren’t over yet.

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Street stories

Contributed by spike on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 05:48:34 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff







Crazy Annie’s on the streets
begging for cigarettes and sweets
spare a coin and make her smile,
Annie once lived in style

Silly John talks and talks
while everybody else just walks
once he was a bright young lad,
till something in his head went bad

Dreadlock Dave, smells so foul
shabby clothes and filthy scowl
who’d have thought he once wore suits,
and lectured to new recruits

all their noises, silent ears
made deaf by umpteen fears
pass them by but don’t forget,
their stories aren’t over yet.





Copyright © spike ... [ 2007-02-12 05:48:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 05:52:25 AM AEST
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Excellent..you have caught the picture of the streets and how quick we judge those who are out their. Their lives may be in transit but yes who they were or who they could become with that one chance could paint a different picture.


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 05:56:07 AM AEST
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A strong poem to wake the so called "modern" young lot. Good write; with beautiful words to match.
FRANCO


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by steven_fenton1982 on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 07:20:11 AM AEST
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not bad at all, bit different


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 12:57:04 PM AEST
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wow awesome truthful write.. you never know what happened or happens in a persons lives.. this is a very wise piece.. thanks for sharing

vampyress Jenni


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 05:56:47 PM AEST
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Of course its a great message!!
But I am especially impressed with the flow of this piece. It just rolls along taking you from one lost soul to another.
Great wrap up too!


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 06:29:23 PM AEST
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Spike~
First of all I must say that your picture stirred up all sorts of emotions in me my dear friend.
People are could be very judgemental.They know not of what these people were before & of the circumstances that led them to be out on the streets. It breaks my heart and brings a tear to my eye when I pass one of them in the street. Wishing nobody ever had to live like this :-(
I love the message you send across to your reader in this outstanding write of yours dearest Spike~
Excellently written as always.
love n hugs,
sue m


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 11:12:46 PM AEST
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I can feel the stroll passed such souls. This a theme many on this site have also expressed each writer bearing a light upon the blight that stretches our society between the Have's & Have-Nots.

There is hope that voice will chase away this darkness.

Peace
Yangdantien


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 13th February 2007 @ 10:58:54 AM AEST
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Reminds me of an American country western song, "Don't Laugh At Me." Don't call me names. Don't get your pleasure from my pain. In God's eyes we're all the same, someday we'll all have perfect wings, don't laugh at me. Yeah, I agree, Spike, "their stories aren't over yet. Excellent pen, as usual.

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 06:19:53 PM AEST
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insightful observations here, spike.

the last stanza is most powerful. Sometimes as humans, we
just feel so helpless, don't we? There are times, I fear, it's just
easier to make excuses or come up with reasons for the way
the world is .. than to truly look, hard at a person or situation
.. no guilt that way, right?

You have a gift, my friend. A truly poetic heart, and an
amazing knack for diverse versing. And there are but a few ..

in envy ~
~Breezy


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Wednesday, 7th March 2007 @ 01:19:42 AM AEST
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Ah, ito.... your muse always has such wonderful insight.

I rather like that you offered current tense and past tense and left the in between "Gosh, what happened" to their reader's mind to ponder. 'Tis how it really is, no? Clearly, it must have been tragic... undoubtedly, it's heartwrenching... but generally, we just do know precisely what it was. Nor do we need to... as you've demonstrated... to be moved by it.

There is hope in your last line (intentionally so, I'd guess)... but what is most appealing perhaps about is that it is not absolute-hope --- which, at least this reader finds, prompts one to consider what they themselves might due in support of a hoped for happy ending.


~Snem


Re: Street stories (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th April 2007 @ 06:09:40 PM AEST
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Diverse,you certainly are,writer,but there is a backbone to your poetry that delivers the man behind the pen,and he's pretty impressive.
Me?Wouldn't give 'em the time of day either.(Where's that chequebook?)

Den




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