once shoes went to cobblers

new valves a radio renewed

cut-throat razors stropping

nappies boiled then brewed


now artefacts come and go

we exploit them every day

serve a purpose then gone

discards, just thrown away


are us people any different?

used and then tossed aside

minds or bodies plundered

left weeping, hollow, dried


poets call it romantic love

all flowers, altruism, nice,

yet getting what we want

makes others pay a price


living our disposable lives

fate bags up to throw out

worn-out items that time,

the dustbinman, will rout


I've disposed of many girls

-they did the same to me

when the shine wore off,

scrap-heaps there to see

artefactsbinneddiscrdsdisposable livespeoplescrapworn-out

◄ Gypsy Rose

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lisa donohoe

Mon 1st Feb 2021 15:43

Nothing speaks to my soul more than an honest' raw individual who writes for themselves and has the balls to share.
Brilliant. Thank you for sharing 😊

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J.D. Bardo

Mon 1st Feb 2021 13:49

Thanks for clearing that up Aviva, It does have a nice ring to it if you are not offended. I respect your direct and honest opinions given. thank-you

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 1st Feb 2021 13:44

Yes J.D I actually thought that too, that the last verse could stand as a poem in it's own right. I just forgot to say so. I realise I didn't make that very clear when I said it could be binned but I meant from this poem, not from existence..

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J.D. Bardo

Mon 1st Feb 2021 13:37

I feel the last verse could stand on its own as a great poem. It is evenly fair as the poet states they did the same to him, and I really like the last line .I often pick through that scrap heap to see if any of them will have me back. The ability to attract new friends I now lack.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 1st Feb 2021 13:01

I think the last verse could be binned on this one, and I think it drags the poem down, but I realise you do enjoy writing edgier poetry; it is just in this case that there's a really special and thought provoking poem there too.

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