James Marshall Goff Poet Narrative

Exodus To Socialism

There are days when the slow queue
on the highway leading to work feels like animals
being led to slaughter,There are no choices,
only proceed forward.

Once at work, strings on the violin play
the same tune, over and over, a masterpiece
of predetermined design.

I gave a free meal to a beggar passing by, her 
smile spoke of good fortune, found.

Then it struck me, what right do I have give my 
master's money away? we donate to
 the United Way, is that not enough?
my master tithes 3% to the less-fortunate
already.

I got back in the slow queue on the highway
to go home, keeping my thoughts to
myself, I only share them with you

.....the reader

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Debbie Guzzi October 22, 2009 at 2:36 PM You have a human right to despense kindness and joy and NO need to go through an intermediary. Obviuosly, because you're YOU..you know this Oh sweetie pie man. Light & Love and soup mail

Brian Strand September 3, 2009 at 11:44 PM Keep sharing Jim.Rgds Brian & thanks for your kind words & comments

Carolyn Devonshire September 3, 2009 at 7:01 PM Per your comment, James. I couldn't agree with you more. My internet will be disconnected for the move tomorrow, but before it is I'd like to send you my poem on socialism if you'd care to share you email address.

John Freeman September 3, 2009 at 6:53 PM Been there, done that James, thought I was free from it, now you bring it back.Lol. Smile, Sincerely Moses

Carolyn Devonshire September 3, 2009 at 6:48 PM James, I hate to admit it, but you hit a chord with me here. I wrote a similar poem about "socialism" and never posted it for fear it would offend some folks. I admire your courage to speak out and convey your feelings so honestly. That verse about the violin masterpiece that replays is aces! Great work, James. Miss you all as I'm moving. Love, Carolyn

Nadia Shahwan September 3, 2009 at 8:56 AM God poetry. Pls comment on my poetry-Sleep Aloof. Wishing you all the best.

Yoni Dvorkis September 3, 2009 at 7:06 AM Nice write Jim. It's a bit hard for me to tell if you're a proponent or opponent of your running socialist theme. Even though the smile you received from your receiver of gifts was genuine and heartwarming it still feels to me like you felt cheated in some way. The master was displeased in you, except I don't know if he's Uncle Sam or your employer, the one who sheppards us into the 'cubicles of the damned', where i sit now for that matter.

Debbie Guzzi September 3, 2009 at 5:31 AM You are no looking at this in a way to MAKE it enjoyable D amn the rules. Ride awhile in the break down (or speed up lane!). Bring old time rock and roll, the Cream, the Doors, Sly, and open all your windows and BLAST the music IF the YOUNG RAPPERS CAN why we can too, Dance in your seat! Let them look, who cares!!!! Stop giving to the United way, give where you can see the SMILE! TRY IT YOU'LL LIKE IT! Light & Love

James Peranteau September 2, 2009 at 6:44 PM Awesome poetry Mr, Goff ! When I travel to the city,...my seperate pocket usaully empties before I make it home. Nice write Sir ! james