Rob Carmack Poet Narrative

Slovakia

From joining the Union in 2004,
no longer Crowns, but thorns in the Euro Zone.
Dues through Asylum’s open door

Quotas from Italy or Greece,
over casings and from caters,
to step on hope and find peace.

Refugees search for compassion’s border.
Not the miles or cold nights that draw cry,
but new states of natural order

of those with new fence and wire.
Young questions, maybe one more night
with hunger and a shared fire.

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Andrea Dietrich June 11, 2016 at 7:28 PM Back here for the umpteenth time to say THANKS for your last contest!!

Beautiful Scars May 7, 2016 at 6:30 PM Rob, I thought I would roam around and read some old poems from different poets. I stumbled on this poem. I am Slovakian so I was intrigued. The 3rd stanza says it all. A wonderful write, I'm glad I read this tonight:)-luloo

Andrea Dietrich January 7, 2016 at 3:00 PM Back here trying to inspire you to write a poem again. Come on!!! you can do it!!

Keith Bickerstaffe December 27, 2015 at 10:16 AM '...one more night with hunger and a shared fire,' '...to step on hope and find peace, superb phrasing and sentiment. Best wishes, Keith

Andrea Dietrich December 11, 2015 at 3:32 PM just dropping by to say hi. Why don't you try a few of the one liners Silent One is sponsoring. Come on . I need something of yours to comment to.

Susan Gentry November 10, 2015 at 8:37 PM Interesting, sad. You made it so very real using facts without opinion, images with words. ~Susan

Nicholas Henderson November 10, 2015 at 7:46 PM The talent of painting portraits with words elude many, but not you my friend.

Joan Donnelly Ellis November 10, 2015 at 4:30 PM enlightening pen

Andrea Dietrich November 3, 2015 at 6:35 PM Rob, I am waiting for a new poem from you!! Thanks for reading my Loving Son!

Joan Donnelly Ellis October 28, 2015 at 7:16 AM I like this

Scott Thirtyseven October 28, 2015 at 6:15 AM Ooh, what a bleak picture. However this is the reality for many, too many. Well penned.

Andrea Dietrich October 25, 2015 at 9:48 PM It's sure a sad state of affairs that so many damn countries cannot treat their citizens right, and thus forcing them to abandon their homes and flee into the unknown. This is good, Rob! I am waiting for Joe. He is stuck in a bad traffic jam on Sunday night. Must be an accident. Gonna have meat loaf when he gets here!!

Viv Wigley October 18, 2015 at 1:13 PM A great write, Rob, and begs the question- where will it all end? Regards, Viv

Julia Ward October 13, 2015 at 5:45 AM A very interesting poem, Rob. I have been reading about some desperately poor drug addicts and an abused woman who live just outside of Bratislava. The 23 year old woman had bruises all over her face and looked squarely into the camera. The cameraman had gained their trust over several months, an essential thing to do in order to have meaningful photos.