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Our Islands

we see the sun almost everyday when it's not hiding behind a thick haze we live near tall buildings that hide the moon and the lights of the city makes the sky a dark gloom what chance have i to make it to the beach i'm poor and have nothing so it's out of my reach our birds are pigeons not much to see and our wildlife the rats with whom we compete our beauty is different than beauty you know our beauty is make up and sometimes tatoos tatoos of the very things you speak the sun the moon and a beautiful beach

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Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 5/8/2012 2:50:00 PM

Had to come back and read this again. City life keeps a person isolated from all the wonderful things we know of in the country. This is such a clever poem, tells it like it is and makes me glad I am not part of it.

John Rhinem

Date: 5/6/2012 10:18:00 AM

Smile ˜ "Blessed Are The Poor, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of GOD." * Good Morning Precious Beautiful Lady, Tis A Very Soulful & Felt Verse Profound ˜ It Is A Blessing & Quite Wonderful; No Matter The Glitter Nor Gray; To Step Into Anothers Heart * A Baby Amid A Corner Would Be One Image & Thought; Only Having Known Death, Pain & Hunger Amid This Moment In Time; Until One Day, "LOVE," Takes Their Precious Priceless Beauty, By Their Everlasting Joyful Hands * "Come On Little Baby; 'And All Things Are New'" * My Love to You, John!:) ˜

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 4/29/2012 5:34:00 PM

I`m allergic to the city for all the reasons and more you describe in this poem. A super write on why they need to be avoided!

Carol Eastman

Date: 4/23/2012 9:26:00 AM

A great treatise on City living. Images, thoughts, and indepth thinking are all there. Great work!

Joe Maverick

Date: 4/14/2012 2:14:00 PM

There is a lot to cosider in the gritty scenes you paint here, it holds a mirror to thoughts i have think; about many paradoxes that confront my senses and considerations, about the world we inhabit..)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/13/2012 1:05:00 AM

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/13/2012 1:05:00 AM

a profound poem indeed which describes more than tall buildings that hide the moon.. So much pain and sadeness i feel here.. If the moon can't come to you,go to the moon!then to be poor.. isn't only misery.. Rich people can be misrable too and never know it which is worse.To be poor makes one humble enough to appreciate blessings .I'm sure if you search deeper in soul you'll find that pigeons are beautiful. and the moonless sky powerful.Its the way we see things and not the way they are at times

Shirley Long

Date: 4/12/2012 2:01:00 PM

I enjoyed reading such fantastic poety, so described the whole situation so well.