Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet

Huddled Masses

December 2, 2013

Poetry

Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale - Monday's Masterpiece 2 December Prompt - Jem Farmer The Boi Poet — Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale – Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet

Huddled masses dirty and cold

Tossed in darkness to the foul smelling street.

Has nothing changed since the days of old;

The scuffing and shuffling of leather-worn feet.

Scarcely enough light from streetlamps glow,

They’re hungry with nothing to eat.

The single flame does not any safety show

Any end to this parade they repeat.

Fear thee not for thy faithful friend

Stands by with nary a cry.

His loyalty true never waivers or bends

With allegiance ‘til the day that he dies.

Regardless how hard the hearts turn of man

Take comfort that rewards surely await,

For its all just a part of creations masterplan

And the key through the Pearly Gates.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet

Comments

16 responses to “Huddled Masses”

Jonathan Caswell

December 2, 2013

Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SOME THINGS WON’T CHANGE MUCH UNTIL CHRIST COMES AGAIN!!!

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  December 2, 2013
  
  I couldn’t agree more, thank you so much for the reblog, I appreciate it my friend.
  
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  1. Jonathan Caswell
    
    December 3, 2013
    
    Anytime….! :)
Terry Irving

December 2, 2013

Reblogged this on Hey Sweetheart, Get Me Rewrite!.

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  December 2, 2013
  
  Thank you very much for the reblog Terry, I really appreciate it.
  
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words4jp

December 2, 2013

This is awesome!! You have really ‘caught’ the essence if the painting – or at least your interpretation of it. Really cool;)

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  December 2, 2013
  
  I’m not sure if this was the intention of the painting, but that is what immediately came to mind right or wrong. Thank you so much Kimberly. :)
  
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  1. words4jp
    
    December 2, 2013
    
    I can certainly see your interpretation of it – that is the thing with art – even poetry – so much is left to the person’s imagination. I found your poem “spoke” the story of your interpretation beautifully;)
  2. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    December 2, 2013
    
    Thanks again my friend. :)
words4jp

December 2, 2013

And I concur with your interpretation;)

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Jeremy Farmer

December 2, 2013

Poignant and thought-provoking poetry Dom. One thought that keeps hitting my mind is that these days even a bag of chips is beyond the means of some and that is scary – something as basic as fried potatoes is beyond the means of those who need basic foods most

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  December 2, 2013
  
  Thank you Jeremy, I agree it is truly scary that something as simple as a bag of chips would be beyond anyone’s means. There is too much wealth in this world for anyone to be going hungry, but sadly it is far too common.
  
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  1. Jeremy Farmer
    
    December 2, 2013
    
    We have had politicians here say people who are homeless or in extreme poverty make their own destiny – I have been homeless and lived on the streets and no one chooses to do that. Sometimes circumstances are beyond a person’s control and they have no choice but to survive.
  2. Dom DiFrancesco
    
    December 3, 2013
    
    I feel fortunate that I have never had that happen to me or my family, but that does not mean that I am any less sympathetic to the plight of the homeless. I’ve said this before, but like many I see myself as one catastrophe away from this potentially happening and I find it hard to come to grips with. I agree with you, I certainly can’t imagine that anyone would wish to have this happen to them, I find that such a foolish argument.
Lucid Gypsy

December 3, 2013

Really excellent use of the prompt Dom. I wonder how people actually in this struggle feel about creations masterplan.

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1. Dom DiFrancesco
  
  December 3, 2013
  
  Me too, I wonder as well. :)
  
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