Glass Houses

Glass Houses

A Poem by Chris Shaw

holier than thou
stone throwers at the ready
move in for the kill

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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My grandfather used to say to us kids “if you can’t say something nice don’t say it at all “ amongst lots of other sayings that were instilled also by my parents other sayings
We grew up to respect elders especially since we lived with an ill grandfather with parents
Loved your haiku


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Julie. Your grandfather was a wise man. I appreciate you.

Chris
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

2 Years Ago

Thanks Chris
You’re welcome



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reminds me so much of Shirley Jackson's "the Lottery."

shameful pride when anyone thinks he or she is better than another.

excellent senryu....

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks J. I do not know Shirley Jackson's The Lottery'. I will have to Google.

C.. read more
LOL, so short, so sweet, so true. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks Falcon, for stopping by. You are appreciated.

Chris
I liked the wisdom in these words dear Chris. many like to toss stones, they don't when you return bigger stones. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

How true your response Coyote. Many thanks dear friend. I appreciate you.

Chris
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

You are welcome dear Chris.
My sweet departed mother used to say, "Always sweep off your own doorstep before offering to clean someone else's house." It was a parable along the lines of what Jesus said about removing the beam from your own eye so you could see clearly to help remove the speck from your brother's eye. My mother was a splendid example of what a good Christian should be; without pretense or pride, full of love, devotion and responsibility. I never heard a word of gossip pass her lips in all my life. Someone said to her once, "What will the neighbors say?" in reference to her watering her flowers in her housecoat as she was sometimes wont to do. And mother replied, "Well, if they're talking about me, maybe they're leaving some other poor soul alone." She was a profound and astounding woman with only an eighth grade education. She had to quit school at a young age to care for her younger siblings after her father was killed and her mother had to go to work in a mill. She is and always will be the single greatest influence in my life,

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

The story of your dear Mother reminds me very much of Albert my Grandfather who won a scholarship to.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

2 Years Ago

I'm touched by your response. Yes, my mom was the one who introduced me to poetry. I've a picture of.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

How wonderful. If was also one of the poems my Grandfather recited to me, along with Tennyson's Lady.. read more
This is like reading the synopsis of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I immediately got the visual of a torch-carrying crowd of angry villagers with pitchforks and prayers, surrounding the home of the Baron.
W.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Well you certainly got some powerful imagery from my senryu W. Thank you so much for your visit and.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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