a little vagrant sleeps under a church ladder
shares his bedding with a lame puppy and deaf adder
he has never tasted sweets or sugar scones
his usual dinner is leavings, skin and bones
one beautiful summer day right after the mass
someone spat a throat lozenge onto the grass
it shined beneath the sun like a real gem
blameless, faceted, wet from mucous phlegm
little vagrant retrieved the lozenge with trembling hand
unbelievably happy as though he’d won a big grant
but he wasn’t the only one who had reached the prize
the puppy was looking at him with pleading eyes
some people aren’t dogmatic, have never attended church
their lives can seem useless, their family’s honour besmirch
but on that day it was the lord’s supper under church ladder
little vagrant shared his first candy with lame puppy and deaf adder
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018
The meaning in the poem agrees with what I believe exactly. Good work.
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I’m glad! Thanks for reading. 🙂
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If I was superstitious, I’d say living under a ladder was bad luck, but obviously the puppy was a charitable canine and shared his feast with the trespassing vagrant…
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Well, quite! As for living under a ladder, it’s not bad luck if it’s running and you have a tarpaulin draped over it. 😛
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Aaahh, the holiness of a tarpaulin….
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Like it. Well done.
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Thanks so much for reading us! 😀
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Very clever poem!
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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Nice text, as an hobo I can tell you that there is nothing more comforting than sharing :).
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I gotta say, Vincent, that I really like your site. Thanks for visiting with us!
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WordPress seems to be broken. I can’t leave a like, so I’ll do it here. Great bit of writing.
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Thank you for persisting, my friend. We really do appreciate your support!
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Excellent writing!
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I totally concur. Tati rules! 😉
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Wow, that was … so beautiful. And disgusting (which adds to). Yeah. ❤
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Tati is the master of two conflicting things at once. 😉
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love to hear what the deaf adder thought of being left out.
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Damn, you’re GOOD. 😉
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oops, I misread; somehow the snake got an adderquate share.
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Hee hee hee hee hee! I’m giggling like an idiot now…
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As if by some magic I am led to the words of Lord Byron:
“All who joy would win
must share it.
Happiness was born a twin.”
Wonderful imagination Tati, lovely story!
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Mr Nothing, thank you for sharing that wonderful quote with us. Perfect. Just perfect!
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