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The New old Neighborhood

Now easy prey for rapists and for thugs, she walked along the streets . Like ribbons frayed, they ran, pot-holed, where dealers pushed their drugs, where hoods and vagrants played and drunks lay splayed like garbage by the curbs. Decrepit stores stood vacant - business ceased. No niceties took place behind those buildings where the whores bent woodenly (for cheap) down on their knees. A rain began to fall. . . became intense. It pounded her; knocked memories ajar. Envisioning the pleasant residents from days long gone, she bolted to her car. And glancing back, she wished the downpour would just swallow whole that "new" old neighborhood.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/10/2021 11:41:00 PM
good but naive neighborhood begets always good something but sometimes falls in the thorny pit by opportunist!
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Date: 8/9/2020 12:26:00 AM
Sad to see a good neighborhood fall to decay and vice. Is this an experience you've had, or fiction?
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/9/2020 11:15:00 AM
fiction. although neighborhoods in Hayward CA and Richmond CA and Oakland all kind of fit this description.
Date: 6/15/2014 5:33:00 PM
Oh, this brings back memories of wonderful neighborhoods I grew up in and how they are full of gangs and violence. So sad how things change in those ways. I liked the flow of that one. Very well written.... Robert.
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Date: 1/14/2011 4:11:00 PM
Very beautiful Sonnet Andrea !Enjoyed-kashinath
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Date: 3/14/2010 12:15:00 PM
Most enjoyed. A bit sad, had fun reading..Keep up the good write...IRMA
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Date: 2/20/2010 11:43:00 PM
Andrea...Soup mail! - Tim
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Date: 2/20/2010 7:26:00 PM
A heartbreaking and beautiful sonnet, Andrea...Such a difficult form to master! So far I have managed to write only one for my mom and dad and that was over 10 years ago...I 'ripped off' and copied the rhyme scheme used by Edward Arlington Robinson ('Credo' is my favorite of his) I am going to read more of yours and try to learn something!! - Tim
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Date: 1/28/2010 6:49:00 PM
Whew! Intense! Well written Puts one right there and worrying for the girl and feeling her pain at losing the old and disgust with the so called new. excellent write. Explicit. -Robert. Into my favs
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Date: 1/28/2010 5:31:00 PM
Andrea, A seedy part of life most would like to close their eyes to. Your descriptions were so vivid and colorful, and sad to imagine. Brilliantly written! Thanks for your comments on my poems too. Love, Connie
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Date: 1/28/2010 5:30:00 PM
It is a sad fact of life that such places exist, even more sad when one knows they have seen better days. You tell this tale so well Andrea. ..Margaret
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Date: 1/28/2010 3:57:00 PM
Dear Andrea, Wow This is why I live on a Mountain top Hiding from this side of life truely a Masterpiece Superbly done ALWAYS YOUR Liege...HG
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Date: 1/28/2010 7:50:00 AM
It is sometimes best not to go back again.....it can break ones heart to see where our good memories have turned to blight. So many have had a similar experience....this sonnet speaks for all of us who have almost wished we had not visited the past. A moving poem, Andrea. ~ Love, Carrie
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Date: 1/28/2010 6:42:00 AM
An awful truth so realistically described in your sonnet here, Andrea--I think anywhere in the world, one would find this sort of "new" old neighborhood and it really is sad when put in that light, when some "new" things in life don't necessarily mean they're "better"...thanks for sharing this with us--& also huge thanks for revisiting my poems :)--& nope, never been pregnant--haha I guess in most of my poems I like to play "pretend" and put myself in others' shoes ;) thanks again :)
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Date: 1/28/2010 12:16:00 AM
Thank you for your welcome blog comments today Andrea.Rgds Brian
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Date: 1/27/2010 10:37:00 PM
Enjoyed your poem...it makes me think of several towns around our area where the stores are vacant...you described them well...Marty
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Date: 1/27/2010 6:28:00 PM
sounds like tacoma's hood.Hope you had a great day.I posted a new poem.
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Date: 1/27/2010 6:17:00 PM
urban renewal will eventualy kick in when the land is cheap enough. that's going on in St. Louis right now. how about your neiborhood? jhl
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Date: 1/27/2010 4:28:00 PM
Its a pity how streets,towns ,city change,even the whole world is changing,sweet sad nostalgia of the past,You got some to me too,Remembering when I was eleven,we used to play ,run in streets surrounded by fields,Now 21 years after all i see is high buildings,and a busy world..excellent poem..sad and true..Charma
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Date: 1/27/2010 3:43:00 PM
Sad, well-written sonnet depicting the reality of today. So many old neighborhoods have been replaced by "new". And they too will be replaced. Great job! Peace and love, Audrey
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Date: 1/27/2010 3:34:00 PM
so sad aye..powerful verse!! Loved "knocked memories ajar" Light & Love
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Date: 1/27/2010 2:39:00 PM
Wow. your peom speaks of a lot of truth. that neighborhood you grew up in used to be so peaceful. and it still can, but as people and generations change. and new houses are built. the old is forgotten.sadly. its kind of depressing. great write.<: and thank you so much for your kind words. yes, i really hope i do get some where! and i'll keep going. -Always Lynette
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