Sue Vincent’s prompt this week fit perfectly with one of my poems from the poetry collection I contributed to, along with South African poet, Kim Blades. You can find Kim here: https://kimbladeswritingblog.wordpress.com
The thunderstorm
by Robbie Cheadle
A deluge of rain tumbles from the sky
like a bucket turned upside down
the beggars impervious to its ferocity
faces impassive, no fear or frown.
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Young boys stand on the roadside
eyes smouldering with hunger’s pain
need forcing them to continue standing
despite the lightning and drenching rain.
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One holds a bedraggled cardboard sign
the other a tattered polystyrene cup
each hoping a passerby will pause
and give something to eat or sup.
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A young mother stands shivering
an old umbrella sheltering her child
his eyes huge and frightened
he’s never laughed or even smiled.
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In the middle of an intersection
an old man stands bent and alone
his head bowed in supplication to the torrent
he doesn’t complain, sigh or moan.
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It’s rare to see the elderly on the street
poverty means many don’t live that long
my heart fills with a wrenching pain
for this anguished society to which I belong.
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You can join in Sue’s challenge here: https://scvincent.com/2020/03/05/thursday-photo-prompt-torrent-writephoto/
You can purchase Open a new door here: https://www.amazon.com/Open-new-door-collection-poems-ebook/dp/B07K4RRC4W
So difficult. Sigh.
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The poverty trap is awful, Jacqui. It feels so hopeless.
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Wow, I really like your poem!
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Thank you, Susan. This is a real experience.
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I gathered that 🙂
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Powerful poem. Well done.
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Thank you, Darlene. It is a terrible thing to watch.
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A heartfelt poem, Robbie.
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Thank you, Sue.
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Heartbreaking Robbie, and here in the US this epidemic of homelessness is growing out of control…
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I have heard so, John. That is a terrible thing.
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Yes, I can feel that.
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Thank you, Danny. It is very tragic.
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A sad poem, Robbie. Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you, Diana.
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What a sad, heartfelt and powerful poem, Robbie.
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Thank you, Mae. Life for the poor in Southern Africa is truly terrible.
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So sad, Robbie!
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Powerful!
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Thank you, Bette.
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Oh, this is heartbreaking. As others have commented, very powerful.
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Hi Liz, thank you for your comments. This is based on my real life experiences as many of my poems are in that poetry collection.
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The emotion definitely rang true.
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very powerfully sad…….
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Heartbreaking, but oh, so true, Robbie. We truly live in an anguished society. Well-done!
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Thank you, Jan. We do, especially in third world countries where there is just so much poverty it is overwhelming.
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powerful words that highlight the pain that the homeless go through every day; well-said…
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Thank you, Jim. It is awful to see them there very day.
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that must be tough to see…
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A torrent, indeed.
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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There are places here where folks can go… to get out of the rain. Though not all take advantage as some require acceptance of religious doctrine. Our society has much to be held accountable for… And yet there are many who volunteer to help those in need as well.
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In South AFrica, not so much, Jules. There is very little help for homeless people here and there is often not shelter from them. There are a lot of teenage beggar boys who live under bridges. There was an elderly homeless man who lived in a concrete pipe in the park. The Churches are packed to the gills and there is no more space. The overflow lie on the street on flattened cardboard boxes. People live on the sidewalks inside self built shelters made of plastic. Thousands of people live in shanty towns in shacks built of corrugated iron with large stones to hold the roofs down when there are storms. There are few facilities and there are still long drop toilets in many rural schools. Children sometimes fall down these and die. You can’t imagine the poverty of Africa unless you have seen it.
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There are many places in the states I think where poverty is uncounted because of the choice by mostly politicians not to see.
While I did not see the movie ‘Slum Dog Millionaire’ about India’s poor – I am sure that there are similarities to what you have spoken about in your area around the world. A failure of human kind that such an existance can be lived.
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So sad and visceral. It reminds me – have you seen “Grave of the Fireflies”? It seems like a story you’d enjoy, and this poem reminds me of the crazy sadness of it.
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HI H. I haven’t seen that. Thanks for the recommendation, I will have a look for it. I am delighted you enjoyed this poem.
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Powerful statement, Robbie. The weather makes it so much harder.
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Thank you, Denise. It really does increase the misery for these poor souls. So sad.
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Such a heartwrenching poem, Robbie. There are too many drowning in hopeless situations as you describe.
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You are right, Norah, and this new Coronavirus is going to add to the misery of everyone, but especially the poor and vulnerable.
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That’s right, Robbie. They are always the ones who suffer most.
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There but for the grace of God, go us! ❤
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That is so true, Annette. You never know what life holds in store.
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Perfect Robbie the message comes over bright and clear.💜
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Thank you, Willow. It breaks my heart.
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So so sad 💜
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Wonderful, Robbie. So emotive.
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Heart wrenching poverty. You’ve captured the raw emotion very well.
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Thank you, Mark. It is not that difficult to write about abject poverty when you see so much on the streets every day. It is very heart breaking.
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Well chosen words to wake us up…
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Thank you, it is getting worse, sadly.
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Wow, very powerful message Robbie, very subtle but very real.
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Thank you, Carla
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