We all Spend Time in Jail

Paid my dues in full though I'm not for sale

Meeting of the zombies looking kinda frail

Hung up on these rules hit another nail

Truth be told, no lie, we all spend time in jail

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Bland walls see the bent of humanities trail

Sun keeps the time, pace level with a snail

Disillusioned dreams stayed on stale

Truth be told, no lie, we all spend time in jail

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Disgruntled silence reads like a book of braille

Weary visitors concede no sign of the holy grail

Blend into the woodwork in a lighter shade of pale

Truth be told, no lie, we all spend time in jail

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Contrition counts for nothin' but a flimsy veil

Stand in line subdued at end of a monster's tail

Confined to acquiescence, impatience won't prevail

If truth be told, no lie, we all spend time in jail

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Recidivism brings me back can't hang on to the bail

Paid the price before but the thieves of judicial scale

Slam the hammer down in the name of dmv's avail

If truth be told, no lie, we all spend time in jail

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Somedays I'd Like to Walk Away

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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

Thoughts filtered through the haze so stale

Dreams wander in and out turning very pale

Screams echo reverberating the tale

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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

Amy, your metaphors are always so interesting and thought provoking as is this whole poem. This is so sad and raw, but wonderful nonetheless. Your truth is searing. Thanks again for a great poem!


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Sylvia's Thoughts 4 years ago from Southern California

Loved it, Amy! It's amazing the prisons we make for ourselves and also the ones we allow others to make for us. Sometime we don't even realize what has happened until we escape.


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

From one poet to another. Thanks, Mark.


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

Dear Suzette, Actually, all this drama stemmed from my required trip to the DMV. Standing and waiting, as the employees meander through their day, having to pay for new license stickers to maintain legal plates, I felt like I was in jail...of sorts. Although, this poem is intended to relate to everyones personal trials and tribulations, that's what triggered my writing this piece today. Thank you for your support, Suzette. I appreciate you very much.


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

This piece was inspired by my trip to the DMV today. It's bad enough that the prisons we build in our lives or allow other people to inflict in our lives, aren't the only ones we must endure. The gov't has to make money on these arbituary rules that tie up our time and dollars. Arrrggggg! Thank you, Sylvia. I appreciate your support.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Amy my dear!

If we are talking about the government then I'll go ballistic. If we are talking about my own inner jail then I can be a bit more rational. I had the key and could have gotten out of jail after a short stay, but I didn't know how the key worked in the lock. Took me years to figure that one out....but here I am now, a free man, and I ain't going back to that cell of my own making.

By the way, your poem is beautiful and pure Amy!


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

Bill, my friend, this was inspired by my yearly trip to the DMV for renewing my license plates. It is exasperating as I need my personal prop tax receipt, my proof of insurance, my drivers license, and the $25 emissions inspection required and $79.50 to pay for a 2-year renewal. Not to mention the time waiting...waiting...waiting while just a few unmotivated employees keep taking breaks!!! It truly feels like jail or torture. And, as in all gov't some laws are arbituary, as some states don't have personal property taxes due at the end of December every year (which amounts to taxing the vehicle every year after already having paid the taxes at purchase). And, depending on the luck of the draw, most of the DMV employees appear very unhappy at their lot in life. If you're gonna screw me, at least smile while you're doing it. As gov't employees, I am certain they make more than minimum wage, while many waiting in line are either unemployed now or working for minimum wage. I suppose I could just pretend I don't know what I know...and smile. But, I can't resist writing about it.

Thanks, Bill, for a great comment and your generous support.


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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

Amy: I did catch the dmv in the poem. I have had a run around with them recently in the state of Ohio. And, believe me, it is like being in jail. You have to prove your innocence to them first, then they lift the guilty verdict. I can't believe Ohio is a state within the United States - the U.S. Constitution does not seem to mean much here.


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

I am relieved to read about your inspiration for this! I knew the subject was at least partly an inner kind of jail. DMV is about the same everywhere I guess, always a line and a problem. Another well-written Hub here!


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

Good ole Missouri is the same. Long story, but basically I didn't get my personal prop tax bill this year. I went to City Hall in downtown St. Louis and I was so frustrated by the rude, downright belligerent woman that barked at me, I was ready to cry. I know why they have metal detectors for incoming visitors... Like everything in gov't these days, well...'nough said. I intended for my poetry to have relevance beyond the damn dmv, but I just couldn't resist after dealing with them today. Thanks, Suzette.


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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

I feel your pain. LOL


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

Dear xstatic, It is maddening, no matter how many times I've been there, I swear their training must include some sadistic twist to incite frustration. There was a roomful of waiting people and 3 employees, with only 2 working at any given time, as they took turns with one away on break. I know it's a small thing in the scheme of life, but before I was laid off, I drove 90-miles to put in a 10 hour day during the week. The only time I had to hit the DMV was on Sat from 9 to noon. The line ran outside and wrapped around the whole building! God help you if you found you didn't have all the necessary paperwork, because no one would answer a question until you got to the front of the line. Yes, xstatic, I intended for this to address jail of our own making, too, or those we allow to hold us hostage. I appreciate your interesting comment and support.


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

Dear Suzette, I'm laughing as I read your comment. This wasn't the worst time I've spent at the DMV, by any means. It's the predictability of the torture!!! I know I'm not alone.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

'sfunny, Amy, I noticed the dmv allusion in your next to final line and thought to myself, no it can't be, what's the DMV doing in this poem? I know whereof you write, m'dear, our local Div. Motor Vehicles must take lessons from yours. Heh, heh. Imaginative poetry, tho.


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

Thank you, drbj. While I was standing waiting, I couldn't help but notice the general "I'd rather be anywhere else" mood of the joint. When I looked around I noticed the sparseness of the room, the dirty chairs, not a clock on the walls and old, downtrodden, dirty linoleum floor and noticed it had the depressing look and feel of a jail. I composed the piece on a different level, but with today's personal experience in mind. I wrote it on a serious note with an anti-climatic yet relatable intent. I see, as always, you got it, my friend. Written in my style, with a little bit of true life recognizable levity at the end...although my sense of humor was lacking by the time I got free of the joint!


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myownlife 4 years ago from london

Awesome metaphorical writings, really entertaining.

Interesting.


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

myownlife, Your words are an inspiration. Thank you so much for leaving them with me.


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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I loved, “The bland walls; standing in line; disgruntled silence reads like a book of Braille; weary visitors concede no sign; recidivism brings me back…” Very clever allegory, Amy! Voted up and much more. :-)


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

Thank you so much, Genna! I love knowing what particular phrases or words strike your fancy. That helps me tremendously. Voted your comment "up and awesome"!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Another amazing poem Amy. Sometimes life has us so tied up in knots with what is happening every day that we really feel like we're in jail. Instead of being free to do what we want we have obligations that must be met. Well put.


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

It seems to me that there is always something...taxes, driver's license, license plates, personal property taxes, renewals...that keep us spinning, rushing to wait, and frustrated. The list just keeps growing while gov't plods along. Thank you, Gypsy.


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epigramman 4 years ago

I remember a song by Cher once that I found very deeply philosophical called - We all sleep alone - and yes as you stated here so eloquently we all spend time in the jail of our imprisoned minds ..... lake erie time 4:24pm


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

I always saw Cher as more the artist, than an actor. As such, I imagine her to have the soul of a poet with a deeply philosophical nature. I'll have to check out "We all sleep alone", as it's been a long time since I heard it. Thank you for your poetic words, Mister C.


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creativeone59 4 years ago from Gold Canyon, Arizona

Thanks for a great poem with realism, keep up the good works. Faye


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

I appreciate your visit and comment, Faye. Thank you so much.

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