Evidence that I am not always trivial and flippant (should you, of course, NEED such evidence ...)

My short poem about the inconsistencies of our world, posted on the fabulous Poetry 24 'news-in-poetry' website today.

http://poetry-24.blogspot.com/2011/08/progress.html

Comments

  1. Martin H.5/8/11 01:06

    If you ever considered starting another blog, then maybe, 'The Flip-side of Fran'?

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  2. Fran5/8/11 01:19

    Yes, Martin - the flip-side of flippant Fran. I do like a bit of affliperation.

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  3. Charlotte5/8/11 02:04

    Good words.

    The human herd gets it's priorities very wrong sometimes.

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  4. broken biro5/8/11 02:46

    You are ace!

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  5. Alan Burnett5/8/11 03:02

    On my way over there to take a look.

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  6. Fran5/8/11 03:54

    Thanks, Charlotte. I like your phrase 'the human herd'. Says it all!

    BB - thank you kindly. I value your opinion.

    Alan - have a good journey!

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  7. Frances Garrood5/8/11 04:08

    That's lovely, Fran. Says it all, really. In this week's Times there was a two-page spread of the terrible famine, followed by a page devoted to the woman (who earns millions herself) who "needs" $65,000 dollars a month in her divorce settlement for chauffeurs for her one child, manicures, pedicures, clothes...It makes you weep.

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  8. Steve5/8/11 04:58

    Yes... progress is moot point when people are still starving due to abject poverty.

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  9. Talli Roland5/8/11 10:36

    Off to check it out!

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