No Place Special

Hot July night under a cool mooned sky

Silent the mood not a breeze on the fly

Hollow shots ring out a final goodbye

No place special, the city, waiting nearby

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Lonely old man without a piece of the pie

No one cares he struggles alone to get by

Talks to himself with the grim reaper's reply

No place special, the city, waiting nearby

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Hope comes up short when the love runs dry

And hunger is a beast where rules don't apply

Hostage to a matter of means you cannot defy

No place special, life in the city, waiting nearby

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Humanity on a mission without the hint of an ally

Tunnel vision with space for only the mind's eye

Heightening the distance between you and I

No place special, life in the city, waiting nearby

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Brick walls hold breathing room in short supply

Where neighborly don't care about the other guy

And fresh air is a figment only made to deny

No place special, life in the city, waiting nearby

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HattieMattieMae 4 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

very nice, almost like lyrics in someways :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, kindly, HattieMattieMae. Love your name, which also has a lyrical quality!


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Amy beautiful... I love your poem.. Hattie is right it does sound like song Lyrics..

Blessing

Debbie


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Debbie. I think I need to break out of the style I seem locked into. It feels natural for me, but maybe I need to branch out and try something new. I don't want to become boring and predictable!!!


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Lucky Cats 4 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

Devastation of the soul...hopelessness and a last insult...either an incarceration or an asylum...., cold; blind eyes turn away as if he is not human; invisible...subject to the most cruel assaults, valued as nothing more than the trash that skirts along the streets ... made worse by searing heat with no relief. this is how I read your touching, sympathetic poem, Amy. Always astounding. I hope you are well and I keep you and yours in good thoughts and best wishes. All ups but funny; it goes w/out saying.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

You show the world for what it is and indeed the city moves in on us all, even country bumpkins like me. Beautiful write...as always. ^


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Kathy, That is exactly the picture I see when I think about the city. It can be exciting, but the guts of it is a cold, cruel place. Finally, tonight, it stormed, bringing cooler (90 degree) temps, but left a good amount of damage in it's wake. Trees down, roofs gone with some areas losing power. Why does that not surprise me? We had three deaths due to the heat, all elderly living alone. About 200 people sought medical help during the 11 days of unrelenting, triple-digit temps. I hope we get at least as long a reprieve now.

Thank you, Kathy, for your kind wishes and good thoughts. It's comforting to know that someone is sending positive vibes my way.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Jackie, You're no "bumpkin", girl, no matter where you live. Living in the country, as opposed to the city, means you are one smart, lucky woman! Thank you for your beautiful comment.


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sen.sush23 4 years ago from Kolkata, India

Amy, the monsoon came 20 days later this year in my city- in the rest of the country it is still a far cry. We have had most tragic deaths, even of young men, in their 20's and much more than a hundred, in my State. The count of deaths all over the country is higher. This is about the heat of the nature, and what about the coldness of the people? They watch old neighbors being butchered, school children being shot at and helpless kids left on streets, disowned. A responsible artist sighs and thinks 'Hope comes up short when the love runs dry'! Wonderful emotions and wonderful expression Amy. Voted up. Sharing.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear sen.sush, It seems there is no city exempt from "the heat of the nature and the coldness of the people". I couldn't have said it better. Somehow, I think the desperation of global economic disaster, coupled with extremes in changing weather patterns, is mirrored in human behavior with fear, anger, intolerance, violence and despair with survival of the fittest at the forefront of society.

Thank you for sharing the gutwrenching truth of your experiences. I wish I could say that I see the signs of change around the corner, but there are no easy solutions or quick fixes. Fear and desperation are difficult cycles to break.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Amy my friend, I am brain dead today and have very little desire to read hubs....but I have just enough in me to read and comment on yours.

You are the modern day beatnik...the one in the coffee shop reciting your poetry, crying for humanity, seeing the injustice and weeping blood for the unfortunate....hoping that someone will listen....someone will care....

In other words my dear, I will always follow you because you understand that if we are not in this together we are bound to fail as a race.

You are appreciated.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

OMG, Bill, the ultimate hippie...a "modern day beatnik." I love it! In fact, my daughter wants to help me publish a book of poetry. She has connections with local bookstore owners as she once had her own independent endeavor in a paper called "The Zine". It got to be too much for her to manage on her own and she gave it up, but she and I are going to start going to local dives that offer poetry readings. What a trip.

Thank you, Bill, as you have me smiling and that's a great way to start any new day.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Another typically lyrical and creative piece of poetry, Amy, that showcases your spectacular talent. Yes, by all means, do consider publishing your poetry whether in traditional book form or in ebook format. Your daughter has the right idea.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

It's been you, drbj and docmo that have seriously ignited my desire to publish. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. With my daughter onboard, the adventure will be, not only a learning experience, but fun. And, although she loves me, she is honest. I can't think of a better cohort! The hardest part is "getting my feet wet". Once I am acclimated, navigating the waters is full steam ahead.

Thank you for supporting my writing, drbj, as it made me take a serious look at what is possible.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

Your words came alive for me. I felt the suffocation you sometimes feel in the city. Up and awesome.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Pop, If I had to choose one word "suffocation" sums it up best. Awesome comment, my friend.


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PegCole17 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

Amy, This one succinctly tells the tale of the lonely and forgotten, of isolation felt living just walls apart. You've put it beautifully with such style and grace that it could easily become lyrics for a song. Nicely done.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Peg, Thank you so much. I see that you understand my intent with this one perfectly. Thank you for taking the time to give it a read and leave your awesome comment.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

This was great Amy. Sometimes things can get overwhelming and we need room to breathe. Give me the country over the city any day. This could very well be put to music.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I agree, Gypsy, that rural space trumps the confines of urban living for peace, quiet and beauty. There are some conveniences in city living, as everything is within close proximity, but at the cost of privacy, breathing space and a relaxed pace. Your music comment made me think of "Green Acres", which put a big smile on my face. Thanks, Gypsy!


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Very powerful, Amy. I love this! I don't live in a big city, but I can definitely see this in my mind's eye. Great imagery in this one. I also love the personification of hope. :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, CrazedNovelist. I am so glad to hear that this is relatable to not only city dwellers, but those who live outside the chaos inherent in crowded, bustling cities. Great comment.

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