Stutterer

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My hestitancy has bothered me for a long time

It is not the cruelty of children that angers me

But that my hesitation to commit the word to air

And, aye, maybe, to the heart, was treated as an affliction

By those with the polished shoes and starched aprons which set them apart;

Sometimes I was not even there when they mocked me but I knew

What they did and 'never-a-bother-it-was-to-me', I said.

But it was, I was brought up to be brave but inside I was bruised and battered.

Young,  only young.

I tried to pity my accusers: so narrow of soul, so clipped of speech, so incapable of reach.

I had my brother Pete, now so-long dead, and my sisters two,

Us council estate kids, we mocked the rich kids,

Knowing how little they knew.

If an aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick,

This son-of-an-orphan remembers it.

Granddad Jack who’d been a machine gunner

On the Somme in 1916

He didn’t say much: smoked Woodbines, didn't read books,

Denied every pitying look, every cutting word, every condescending bending of the neck

The centuries of insincerity that have delineated class relations

In this fucked-up country:

Beautiful John Clare, William Blake and Charlie Dickens

I write it out in a verse

Differently-abled stutterers, terse.

We poets arise from the dirt

From the same class that I feel an unending commitment to

The dispossessed, the prisoners, all the spice-island-rough-traders:

                                             All this vast, inglorious shipwreck of life’s esteems.

 

◄ The Scylla,

Wild is the Way ►

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Mae Foreman

Sat 9th Feb 2019 10:11

"We poets arise from the dirt

From the same class that I feel an unending commitment to

The dispossessed, the prisoners, all the spice-island-rough-traders:

All this vast, inglorious shipwreck of life’s esteems."

The words speak for themeselves. Nothing I can say about them can top them!
Wow,! Just incredible!
Thank you for it John 🎈
Mae

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Sat 9th Feb 2019 06:53

John your descriptive way with words always leaves me in awe.

…"If an aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick,"

This is another masterpiece my friend.

Po

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lisa donohoe

Sat 9th Feb 2019 00:25

I fully agree with steven..
Best poem ive read all week. Tremendous work 💕

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steven arthur

Sat 9th Feb 2019 00:11

one of my new favorite poems

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