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Confusion Clears the Street (poem)

Updated on June 23, 2015

Was early in the evening when a sound

Began to end from somewhere near the ground

Got up and down the stairs to where I found

To lighten darkness and this rhyme compound


Outside the entrance my well rounded flat

A wealth of beggars very calmly sat

Their tailored taters they began to pat

I cleanly knew old dirt now at my mat


Leave out of here don’t start the end with police

They clearly saw confusion upset peace

Their time had come to go for old release

I stopped to start my heart’s unsettled ease


An early late young neighbor starts to shout

Soon others wanted in to help them out

Here done I drift away toward my own rout

And try to settle some if not all doubt

Enjoy the craziness


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      Linda Rogers 22 months ago from Minnesota

      Interesting use of rhyme and opposites. Nice poem.

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      Shauna L Bowling 22 months ago from Central Florida

      Is he going mad? Or is the neighborhood bad? Interesting poem, Martin.

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