A Poem About Neighbor"hood" boys. Care to read?

It is an excellently written poem.It conveys how many people have to live.

The O.K. Corral seems to have been reborn,sad,but true.

Thanks..an 8 1/2 byeeexxx

This hits too close to home, we have two stores in town, one a big chain market, the other a small but very friendly one that has been here as long as the town. It is now closing their doors, it is the mark of many robberies and school children's little thefts for treats after school. Seeing it close after all these years brings about a real heartbreak. Good nobody was killed, sad that it was such a target . I love your poem the loss of time when small business could take hold in our neighborhoods seems to be a thing of memory that we will only speak ot to our grandchildren and soon will be forgotten. Sad indeed. Thank you.

Milieu, Shirley is a genuine soul..

A decrepit block, a store, two hooded boys, an owner with a gun in his pants (a gun??), most probably a Wyatt Earp or a Doc Holiday (decrepit, right?), he draws iron, the boys run, good for them, the varmints usually do. The moral is : do not mess with decrepit Wyatt Earps, Bat Mastersons etc. You may end up facing the sky, or spitting lead at best. Nice poem, it is you behind it, it has a hidden message and a moral, and I like it since you are my friend, an honest beautiful presence, fresh and feminine, in our space. Thank you Shirley, and from now on, visit me (Clay Allison) more!

Clay Allison - Giorgio

isn't Memorial Day for honoring our troops? Granted we ought to always thank them each day, besides the indisputable fact that the July 4 is to bear in concepts our independence from Britain. the following is a relaxing quote from a movie: "ok, men, an additional advantageous ingredient. hi, this summer season once you're being inundated with all this bi-centennial, fourth of July, bru-ha-ha purely bear in concepts what you're celebrating. it truly is the actual incontrovertible actuality that a gaggle of slave-possessing aristocratic white men did not pick to pay their taxes." From Dazed and at a loss for words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shirley - i became purely addressing your poem. this isn't any longer quite a fourth of July poem now must be it? this is a freedom poem. And a thank the troops poem. Independence Day - because it relates to history - is an afternoon we celebrate being self sufficient from yet another us of a's rule and taxes. this is likewise representative of the day the assertion of Independence became signed which - in case you study it - you recognize is a crock. "We carry those truths to be self-obtrusive, that each body men are created equivalent, that they are endowed by technique of their author with particular unalienable rights, that between those are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." (details: except you're black, poor or a lady) As a lady, Shirley, you need to be very dissatisfied in our forefathers. And an additional advantageous ingredient - i'm no longer going to praise your stupid, trite sentimental poem purely because it has the be conscious troops and warm dogs in it.

Shirley f

If this particular poem is not true, we know it happens, and frequently. There is no easy way out in life. The ultimate question is where is the family for for these young men? On the other hand, each man still makes his own decisions.

I wholeheartedly disagree with TBO - no one has to live a certain way. No one has to tell these kids to drop out of school, or not get a job. Life is not fair, so what's the answer - go rob someone?

Compelling poem, you had me right there.

thanks

Bri

Nicely done Shirley! The reader is brought along into the story as we follow yet another episode in inner city shenanigans that leave a lot of broken hearts behind it. Sad is so very right indeed.

This is tough, but the sad truth is it had little to do with the overall death of the mom n' pops; they simply can't keep up with the evolution of shopping that leads us by the wallet to Cheap Buys!!! Still have this kind of nonsense near daily...just at Cumberland Farms and other, similar franchise "convenience stores"!

Poignant write nonetheless, shirley! ^10 Gone are the days of droppin' into Steve's deli and orderin' simply a sandwich, cuz he knows how you like 'em!

Don't listen to Meleow, listen to me. Sad indeed and a moving well told tale. Don't touch a thing, this is beautiful just as it is. I am becoming impressed with you. I shoulda saved an "Indian" for you.

Eleven Yahooligans working on a yen

One fell in the ice cream & then - ten!

Then one night in desperation

A young man breaks away

he buys a gun, steals a car

tries to run but don't get far

and his mama cries

words by mac davis sung by elvis

in the ghetto

Using standard imagery and narrative would help this a lot, I stumbled quite a lot trying to see what you wanted to tell me. In the end I came away unmoved and wanting poetry.