Brothers (Age of Discontent)

RALPH

To search for steel like a caddy in the rain for more games,

I worked the fields with my daddy until the day the war came,

I climbed up with our fathers in an entry of strict fate,

I signed up at their office and was ready to ship straight,

I blessed a blouse with stitches white as the cover frayed in time,

I left my house and kissed my wife as my brother stayed behind.

 

AMOS

A weightless feather on deathless embers where the dead of nations are then burned,

He left us weathered and sent us letters with expectations to return,

I watched my Ma cry for the sinners that were sons when she bled through in the night,

I saw my Pa die in the winter that had come when it swept through like a pipe,

This is how our mother cried for sons that simply were just zilch,

And now my brother tries to come and trip me on his guilt.

 

RALPH

I watched as my buddy and his simple wit had their heads smashed,

I fought for this country and this little shit should respect that,

Buy back blends of the hemp rope or just the peeled rubber nubs,

I had friends in the trench closer than my real brother was,

Sounds like a trap or half of sipped beers that are given to this kid,

Now that I’m back I have to sit here and listen to his shit.

 

AMOS

I punched you over the unreal and cold from lost lands in the skies with seven sins and the truth,

I love you brother, but until you hold your mom’s hands as she dies, you’ve never been in my shoes.

 

RALPH

I’ll take them over the unreal and cold from dead lands in the ice with seven sins and the truth,

I hate you brother, and until you hold your friend’s hands as he dies, you’ve never been in my shoes.

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Big Sal

Sat 8th Dec 2018 11:56

d.knape commenting??? On my poem??!

Jesus, it's gonna rain today!

Thanks though.😁

d.knape

Sat 8th Dec 2018 11:07

i am afraid of deep water.
the shallows are fine with me.
by the way, thanks for your Thumbs Up.
better up than down. 😏

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Big Sal

Sat 8th Dec 2018 00:50

Thanks a lot, Po, it feels good to hear someone actually say it.

Your kindness precedes you.😁

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Fri 7th Dec 2018 23:37

..."I love you brother, but until you hold your mom’s hands as she dies, you’ve never been in my shoes.…"

..."I hate you brother, and until you hold your friend’s hands as he dies, you’ve never been in my shoes..."

Six of one and half a dozen of the other

Shillings worth of life

I love this concept Big Guy. I for one can't wait for more of your minds-crafting.

Po

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Big Sal

Fri 7th Dec 2018 21:46

Thanks everyone for the likes and for reading as well.👍

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Big Sal

Fri 7th Dec 2018 21:46

Much obliged, Ray. It's always a pleasant surprise to come on the site and see a comment from your end.

Hope all is well on your side of the world. Thanks for reading.

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raypool

Fri 7th Dec 2018 17:33

Swept up in this Big Sal. I can never dare analyse as you know but there is a power to it undeniably.


Ray

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Big Sal

Fri 7th Dec 2018 16:21

Thank you everyone for reading and enjoying, really, it means a lot.

Hope I don't wear out my welcome in the next few months, what with all the pieces I've been posting and such.

Taylor, I'm glad you thought so as well, because that's what I thought when I wrote this - that it was unique.

Thanks for looking in Clarke, hope to see more of your work in the coming days.

Much appreciated Hannah, it is always an accomplishment when new readers can enjoy what is put to paper.

It's all in the eyes of the beholder isn't it Jon? Your continued readings are noted, and thanks for commenting as well.

Anya, we all know the site wouldn't be the same without you. Thanks.
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More poems coming soon. Try not to hate them too much.😅

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Anya

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:37

Excellent work Big Sal!!! Very clever!!! 💐

😘

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:33

Great poem. People's perceptions. We all have thoughts in our head that we believe to be correct.

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Hannah Collins

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:27

Incredible writing.
Tragic, beautiful.

Hannah

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Clarke

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:22

This is awesome. You did a great job of capturing the mindsate of two people.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:12

This is a unique poem. Very clever. It is a dance of sorts the two warring factions very interesting. I can actually choreograph this in my mind as I read it. Love and hate emotions running parallel..❤

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Big Sal

Fri 7th Dec 2018 12:08

The often stark difference in how two brothers can perceive the notion that either of them were in any way able to save themselves or others through force of will and action.

A false narrative driven by misaligned perception and a need to be right.🎖

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