The world is an
orphan's broken toy.
Heart like a ferrel hog,
untamed by cages and
starvation.
The depth of misery and
elation sink dripping teeth
into ripe peaches.
Come on in.
Ignore the floating, bloated
bodies.
There's a pool of Shalom
somewhere.
We all want to be healed.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On my YouTube channel, where I read from my latest books: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments8
A most interesting poem with a series of vivid images well done Thomas
Thank you, my friend.
You are most welcome
We surely do my friend. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Good write T.
Thank you, my friend.
You graphically depict the plight of our broken world in this most relevant poem. It is heart wrenching, and yet a plea for salvation somewhere. Powerful!
Thanks, Bella.
Yes, a right mess.
That's for sure.
'River of Shalom'. Up till now there's only the River 'Acheron' . A very hard and direct Poem.
Good Write.
Thank you, Kevin.
Wow! Spiritually profound and deeply human, as your work is Thomas...this nails where most of us find ourselves, no matter what we do or don't believe. It nails the heart of being a human living in such times. Well done! A fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. Much appreciated.
True and vivid description. Well done 👍
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