Flash Tale Poetry 3

Poem Two: Sixty-Five Year Old Witness


A second shift factory worker

sitting at the loading dock,

eyes on the time clock,

someone once told him

in order to get a head in life

you had to work hard, they lied,

his last meal was a two-piece extra crispy

from a local Kentucky Fried,

he was robbed then shot,

they found him on the rain-soaked

parking lot,

sanity would halt,

his wallet gone,

and the content from one pocket

spread all over the asphalt,

the chicken dinner lying in a puddle

near his head,

once vibrant, now dead,

his future would stall,

a witness heard the gunshot

and he saw the victim fall,

but the sixty five year old witness was nearsighted,

and he could provide no description,

better than three young males,

as his eyesight fails.


Poem One: On Brooklyn's Eastside


It’s no joy ride

living up on the other end

of Brooklyn’s Eastside,

where life just doesn’t seem to care,

as a forty five year old cab driver,

picked up the wrong fare,

his money grabbed,

and he was fatally stabbed,

then at the local 7 Eleven,

an older woman has her

lottery numbers to play,

two masked men without warning,

begin blasting away,

they steal a pack of glue,

for sniffing and they hit the clerk,

in the head with a can of

Dinty Moore Beef stew,

Then a young woman leaves a local

Sports bar,

too much to drink, so she leaves her car,

the man she met seemed really cool,

so she left with the wrong escort,

and was found cut up behind the High School,

here reality is so rude,

it’s like violence and sanity,

having this long running domestic feud,

a child is lost and is filled with fear,

but there is a rare,

refreshing moment of civic responsibility displayed,

someone found the child

and brought him home safely that day.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

I find them both to be sad but true commentaries on the social conditions all over our country. To me they are gritty, edgy and relevant. Excellent!


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Marlin 55 5 years ago from USA

As always Frank, great prose a little on the dark side and filled with truth.


jami l. pereira 5 years ago

Voted up , awesome and interesting ...did you happen to watch the news? This was an eye opener to reality in its raw and tragic truth , thanks for sharing , i applaud you :)


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Gypsy Willow 5 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

My first reading of your poetry makes me glad I have found you. Glad I live where I do,


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habee 5 years ago from Georgia

I really enjoyed this stark look at reality. Voted up!


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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks folks for your wonderful comments


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

Description with that sense of urgency which leaves one wanting to, you if you once lived in Brooklyn?

By putting oneself in the story , because of my understanding of your style.

I once drove cab ,so I do feel that drivers pain, even through your description, because that's how simple it happens. I got held up twice before. So I understand the pain of an hard working father getting cut down in vain.

Good old Brooklyn, will be forever my friend , have to learn how you managed to t do that trick of two for one my gain.lol.

Every meal is actually our last for that moment while eating, only when it's finished and we are on the move,

the meal that was to be.

Bless.


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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

Thanks Sky for reading and commenting :)


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Sunshine625 5 years ago from Orlando, FL

Hey Frank...Very good script material! Made me think of my Law and Order TV marathons! Yet it's still reality. Voted UP and sad.


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Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Sunshine :)


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you all again for reading :) Frank

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