New Year's Eve at the Kennel

New Year's Eve at the Kennel

dog chatter in the alleyways

mischievous canines

chewing the fat with each other

and gnawing on bones

thrown out the back door

of the cafe

beckoning them to trust

we are thrown bones

by the politicians

our chatter must get louder

barks of denial

faith in those who lead us

turns this dog agnostic

I believe in nothing

but, the next plate of food

left out for me to consume

like the lies of the owners

we elected,

just because they dangled treats

in front of our hopes and dreams

and then threw the box

to the fat cats

who swallow us whole

without chewing first.

erin-cilberto

12/31/23

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

So much said Jacob. So much to ponder I like this in telligent poem so very much.
Happy new year also.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken...and Happy New Year to you as well.
let's have a safe and poetic one.
j.

[Maximus]

What a doggy style pen script, extremely well written and it perfectly illustrated poet's feeling and emotional content. I really enjoyed reading it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Maximus.
j.

[John the Baptist]

I can see where you're coming from, and I sympathize. I can only hope that by next New Year's Eve, a certain monster will be history, politically speaking.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Geez, I hope so, John...I hope so.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow... the Supreme Court may play a big part in this Election.
In the meantime... anything goes. It seems we are experiencing Hell most of time... to see our Country torn apart. We are waiting for the next Bomb to fall. sadly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes and a re-election of a certain bomber flying so low, could spell doom.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

I agree… we need divine Intervention… Pat

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Happy New Year friend 🎉

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Happy New Year, Arundass...and thanks.
j.

[redzone]

HOOOOOWWWWWLLLL!!!! The moon is full and ripe for revolution Jacob... HHHOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I was feeling inner Ginsberg...or maybe my outer A.G.
thank you, Curt,
j.

[redzone]

a quick follow up Jacob. That was one of your more "openly political", poems. While you say "agnostic", your disgust is on full display. In other words, your inner Beat poet has come out to play!!! And I for one am glad it has raised its head!!! While you do channel your inner Beat at times, this poem is bolder and the only thing missing is for one of them disgruntled dogs lifting it leg and doing a job on that tired, lying cafe with its scraps for treats... HHHHOOOOOWWWLLLLLLLL

[Stella Armour]

Trust no-one !

Was a time politicians, doctors and church leaders were people to emulate and admire , but now there is little true caring in the world , we are fed lies and at times outrageous information.
Trust your own instincts ... your inner self is usually the best marker for truth .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That time is long gone...although I do know a few good doctors...especially the surgeon who did my triple bypass and probably kept me in this world a little longer.
thank you, Stella,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of our times. If we can’t trust our leaders, who sell us down the river, who can we trust? Never have I known a time with an election in sight, that I am stumped as to where my vote will go. There are a lot of swamps that need draining. Too many promises made and broken. Big business wins every time while many ordinary people suffer. Politicians are at an all time low in my book. Too many go into politics these days for the wrong reasons. So much truth in this poem. Brilliantly put.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and so far down the river, we cannot remember what town we are from.
Thank you, Chris.
Yes, so many broken promises.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Rarely has a truer word been said, written or thought, jacob Your words here resound as so they should - and must. People in most countries feel cheated by attitudes perpetuated by those sitting on pedestals far too large for them. Would love to think there might be a change of tide by the electorate, perhaps by louder voices and far few fewer large xx. That said, we are apt to swim hopeful from one side to another, barely learning by mistakes via those tidal wild horses.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, em.
we have about an hour and ten minutes of 2023 left here.
Considering the events of 2023, I won't be sorry to see it go.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Know that feeling oh, so well! Perhaps speaking as well as writing might create a few miracles, jacob? Kind and warm wishes winging their way to your chimney, dear sir.