This Poem was Submitted By: Mark D. Kilburn On Date: 2012-04-06 12:02:10 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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dysfunctional poetry

seems like dysfunction is my only friend been that way since my beginning but now i'm closer to the end, it follows and dogs me through miles of years dysfunctional childhood reform school and such hard labor a lifetime if you ever got out painkillers on every corner, in bottles and cans or get a prescription, directly from the man it always takes more to get through each day while marriages pile up like fallen leaves the everywhere war exacts a steep pschological toll and the scars add up to survival but you wonder what for... sickened by the sight of the poor being preyed upon sickened worse by the guns permeating our fabric mass shootings so common they barely raise a brow say a word and their shouts will outdo their explosive reports dysfunctional leadership, shunned science, and well fed fear equals or borders on fascism; yet even the Nazi's embraced science times like these, truth can be nearly impossible to find, it's there somewhere, you just can't touch it Even Jesus said seek, He didn't say truth would come in the morning paper or cable news He did say a camel can easily pass through a needle's eye long before a rich man will ever get to heaven i find those words relieving when i hear about corporations' rights, or how many people have lost their homes, or how it's a crime to not have anywhere to sleep, or live. And the meek shall inherit the earth...                                                                                                                                         

Copyright © April 2012 Mark D. Kilburn


This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-04-13 23:49:12
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Wow Mark! This is deep. In your opening I sense hopelessness. In the next verse I feel desperation. And there is some irony in there too. In the end I want to smirk and say 'yeah!'. I wish I knew more about you, as the author, in order to help me put it together better. But since I do not, I'm going with my personal reflections. Hope I'm right with you! It seems ironic too, that your title proves you wrong! This piece is wonderfully functionable (if u will). It has redeeming quality's! So perhaps, it should be dysfunctional poet on a cross...well anyway, I like your poem and I hope you bring us more :) ~smiles~ Ellen


This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-04-09 15:54:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Mark, You have penned a fabulous and timely poem that should be read by many. At first I thought this piece came from persoal experience but the more I read the more I could see it has a political theme about our dysfunctional society. The middle class pays the rich to get richer. I like your word selection as they express your feeling well. You have impeccable phrasing and an interesting theme. Well done Best wishes, cheyenne
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2012-04-08 19:12:30
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Mark I really like this deep take on "the state of affairs", a true in depth thought provoking analagy of life in a bottle one might say. Excellent word choices, strong direct delivery of thought--cause and effect, and a brilliant synopsis. A very enjoyable read, though I know that I shall be returning for more indepth reading. Excellent. Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2012-04-06 23:06:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
The kind of poem we see so rarely around here. One of import whose illusions and images match the reality few can incorporate into verse. You illusions are real, prose real. Break up sentences more to give your reader room to fill in the imaginative play images derive and set poetry from prose. Grab more at the indefinite so that the poem incorporates better with the readers own experiences. You will find poetry is best when NO ONE walks away untouched. Then and only then does it not matter whether the theme is liked or not. The truth of the poem holds up its value when it can apply without sermon, condemnation, or judgement. You have this capability. Now make it poetic. This could be an elegant poem of power and relevance. One of this time, like that of Edwin Markham's, Man with a Hoe, was of his. JCH
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