PROPHECY

On my table at the pub,

the bottles mount up

while we worry the world

and I roll another cigarette.

It seems people have 

forgotten how to run wild;

forgotten what music is for.

the primal joy of Rock-n-Roll,

a little weed, and girls who laugh

while they dance you into a stupor

has crawled into the shadows

to bide its time.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

How to forget your problems.. go to a bar, turn on the jukebox, order a bourbon and soda and meet some like minded people; then enjoy drinking, laughing, and all the meeting of the eve… while the world is in chaos…. Nicely crafted!
Warmly, B

[Mauricio Montoya]

When I saw the title I was thinking the end of the world spill but the is another way to look at it, thank you for sharing.

[Vol]

Mauricio,
When this happens, it IS the end of the world...

[Mauricio Montoya]

There's always hope nevertheless. Good write.

[Chris Shaw]

I think you have a good remedy there for dealing with all the shite in the world Vol:) Your pub sounds inviting:) Have a good Wednesday.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris... You should Google Earth McLean Texas and Alanreed. Compared to Stogies and sundry coffee shops, poetry readings, colleges and universities all over Nashville, I have moved from Rivendell to the outskirts of Mordor...
Vol

[Vol]

Chris... You should Google Earth McLean Texas and Alanreed. Compared to Stogies and sundry coffee shops, poetry readings, colleges and universities all over Nashville, I have moved from Rivendell to the outskirts of Mordor...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Many have forgotten what it to let go and enjoy life. They have forgotten how to socialize and find common ground

[Vol]

I remember reading sn essay fifty years ago that said something to the effect that America was lost when we moved from the front porch to the back yard. There was a time when folks went for evening walks and stopped to visit those they passed. Suddenly, there was NO ONE there, now we live in basements glued to the artificial, virtual emptiness of what our lives have become. Any experience we value is determined by how much we spent to have it.
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

I live in a small town that is technically considered a village and people still take their dogs for walks when it nice and we know several of our neighbors. While we may not visit them at their houses we do talk to them when they are outside. However I don’t talk to people I don’t know when I go for walks.

I’m not a huge tv person and u less I’m no here I don’t get online a huge amount. I’m a reader, I love music and I like movies and of course yoga lol

[Vol]

PB,
I am intrigued. Where is your village? I have lived all over the place and sometimes for up to five years without ever meeting my neighbors.
Seriously, your village sound delightful.
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

I’m from the Midwest. There is a lot of older people that live on our street. The neighbors on both sides are probably middle to lot 40s but most are 60 and up.

[Poetic Beauty]

But I do see kids out riding their bikes teenagers out walking with friends and lot of people walking their dogs

[Vol]

PB,
I'm no real judge because I live in a Texas ghost town with about 10 occupied homes, no one is under forty-five, and sidewalks are a modern convenience we ain't got... but my house is on the original Rt. 66. Please be more specific... which state?

[Poetic Beauty]

Illinois is where I live

[Vol]

Cool... Somehow, place is important... I give little credence and no time to New Yorkers or many Cali's... give me real people who live real lives!

[Poetic Beauty]

I love real people, different people that come from all walks of life. I love hearing stories

[Vol]

I have little experience with Illinois. The most memorable ones were unpleasant and had to to do with Chicago. Once, though, I was running away from the bitter cold of Wisconsin because I wa from Florida. When I left Wisconsin on January 18th ut was 20 below and the wind chill was 68 below. I saw nothing relating to actual dirt until some tall grass poked out of the snow about two thirds of the ways down Illinois. When I got to Cairo, it was time for breakfast and I had some of the best homemade biscuits, gravy eggs and ham I've ever had... I learned that even Yankees know how to cook. RESPECT!

[Poetic Beauty]

There are a lot of people from the South that move north. I learned to make biscuits and gravy from one of my gmas friends that was from Tennessee. Cast iron pan is the only way!!

[John the Baptist]

They still run wild, Vol. Only difference is now they do it with AR-15's.

[Vol]

John,
A few do. Most, though do it virtually while on the couch.
Vol

[Lorry]

Those girls that dance you into a stupour are way too sensible now and hardly ever lose any of their clothes any more, or their sellf respect.
Or at least they don't drink in the pubs I drink in! ☺

[Vol]

Lorry,
Hahahaha!
Have you SEEN what passes for music and dance these days? Rap? Hip Hop? OMG... I have NEVER forgotten because I have a great memory AND a wild imagination... you would not believe how fast clothes disappear when I close my eyes!
Vol