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A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

adjunct creed



pasty white smiles
sheets of disintegration
ugly flames with tips of
torn blue blasphemy

love is covered in darkness
vision escapes through slits of judgment 

dominant pupils
stand at the head of a class
that has learned nothing
forgets the kindergarten concept
of recess where everyone plays together

it's a cold war
all the pristine ashes in a jar
of mirrored glass
but the reflection
muted with hate.


erin-cilberto
10/20/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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wonderful use of metaphor.

as teachers often find moments of doubt and despair, so do we as human beings when we look at the world around us. it is our classroom, and we have stopped learning from it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

such insight...you are amazing.

j.
rubie

9 Years Ago

thank you, my friend. but my comments are inspired by your work, which is what's really amazing her.. read more
How soon the elite sometimes forget as children we were taught to share.
what a wonderful world this could be if we all remembered the concept of recess. A beautiful thought.
bill

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

bill,

your response to this poem is a wonderful concept...if only it could become a r.. read more
B. Boileau

9 Years Ago

One can only dream my friend
I'm sensing ... a teacher fed up with his class? or the disintegration of our future? Either way I liked it!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

interesting...thank you for your thoughts...maybe the second idea closer to where i was with this..... read more
Love the energy of this and the melancholia that it brings. Utopia does not exist yet there are some of us who try not to sit in judgement of the world around us. You raise questions with your words, and I like it very much.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Zachary--

j.
A reflection of society with an aftertaste that makes the blues come out of the ones that are not seekers of comphor on a egocentric and dry level of existence. Enjoyed it greatly, as always.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jeannette,

j.
Judgement...it is all around us and powerful. The Cold War ended a long time ago, but the ashes of it still spark on a daily basis. Our world is about to combust and I don't pretend to know the answer to it all. Your social consciousness shines here. Lydi**

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Lydi.
j.
Thought provoking words Jacob
1% of the population owns more than all the rest combined.
horrible

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you, ANTO...
j.
London bridge has fallen....I am appalled that "Grown Ups" can't get in line, give in and share their bounties, or remember a collective teaching...It's a cold war....and they have fire in their eyes.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

i really like your insight, Queenie.
thank you for your words,

j.
Arrogance and vanity breeds a
collective of egos looking for selfish gratification. pretty much sums up quite the cesspool of politicians. haha great piece, Jacob. I still have to ponder this write. Your metaphors are addictive and laden with sweet mystery.


Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Roma

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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