Straight Street: Rough Waters [ A Ballad]

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It is Rough In Those Streets

Rough Seas

Decaying network of evil, see them
breathe their diseased work on the
ideal impressionable young yoke.
Family values are weak from assaults
day in and week out from terrible gossip.

When weed is your best friend,
the deed is almost done. Help!
Is that the keys, handed down to
Eve, to multiply fruits to torture others?
Who made those community legal?

Stop, you cannot weasel your way
through my needle of choice.
Please, leave my different ways, different.
Let me be, be me. Free to choose only three
as friends because mama said 3 is a crowd
and I just want to stay out of trouble.


Day 7 of WordPress poetry class with the ‘Ballad.’ For our prompt today, Neighbours  and the literary device ‘Assonance.’ My poem speaks on my interpretation of the place, I call community. Sadly it is a negative but the truth shall set me free, yes free indeed.

As always, I leave you with the other poems from class: Day 1, Day 2,Day 3,  Day 4, Day 5 and Day 6.


 

I leave you with a question: Do you live in a neighbourhood where you notice a slow decay (people mannerisms etc), does it bother you? Would you mind telling me about it, in the section below?

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  1. Yes, there is a slow decay to some houses in our neighborhood. It’s expensive to live in NJ and some people can’t afford to fix up the house, including us. Our fence will not survive another hurricane. Hoping one day this will change for us.

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    • Hey Kathy, I can imagine how expensive it can be living near the sea bed. Not only damages from Hurricanes but the effect of rust from the sea breeze. We experience hurricane damage every year in the Caribbean and my homeland St. Lucia in the last few years felt it bad. The world economy depression does not help at all. It looks bleak. sigh.

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  2. Another theme just like mine. Where I am right now, there is no decay at all. The development is mind boggling and first rate architecture, that is Dubai. However, I can think of a few places that have quite a bit of rot back in my home country.

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  3. The metaphor lurking within your poem, and your use of assonance are both lovely!
    These lines, “Stop, you cannot weasel your way
    through my needle of choice” roll satisfyingly off the tongue, when one reads them aloud.
    Well-done!

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