Dump Days— Wednesday and Saturday New Hampton, NH 03256
People, who have a lot of things
use them, and have a lot of things still left over.
People, who, have a few things,
use them, and have no left over’s.
People, who have no things, who seek many things,
end up using only a few things, and, have nothing left over.
All, who have things,
become one thing.
My things, became empty from use,
They were dug from the earth, and made in a factory
through creation, imagination and mistakes.
Useless now, worn, exchanged, or sat on a flea market table where even gypsies refused to take
are now ready to be disposed of—
on this pleasant day, at the New Hampton dump,
at 12:15 P M. on a bright and sunny Saturday.
Tags: Existenlism, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, New Hampshire, Pine Cone Diaries
frederick anderson
July 28, 2017 at 1:16 am
Earth hath nought more fair than a trip to the dump on a sunny saturday.
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Rommy
July 24, 2017 at 8:59 pm
It makes one think of the value we assign things and how that can fluctuate without us being aware of it happening until we’re standing there with the thing in hand, wondering how it got there in the first place.
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Cressida
July 24, 2017 at 9:42 am
I love my things….not worth much to anyone else but they are my treasures make me happuy and inspire my poetry.
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Kerry
July 24, 2017 at 9:34 am
A most fascinating discussion on the value we place on things.
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ayala zarfjian (@ayalazarfjian)
July 24, 2017 at 8:37 am
Sad. I’ve had to go through my parents things and it’s been one of the most difficult things to do. So much of it is sentimental.
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Sumana Roy
July 23, 2017 at 11:46 pm
Ha, I feel each ‘thing’ is the materialization of each wish & we need a New Hampton dump within ourselves for those wishes 🙂
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
July 23, 2017 at 11:30 pm
The have things and the have not things …
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thotpurge
July 23, 2017 at 10:33 pm
All who have things, become one thing… and those who have nothing become another…and there in lies the difference!
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1sojournal
July 23, 2017 at 9:13 pm
So very real and true. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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mhatter99
July 23, 2017 at 8:23 pm
Sad but true
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Jamztoma
July 23, 2017 at 7:46 pm
I’m not sure if I should be sad or laughing reading your poem here. It’s a mixture of happiness and sadness. Great write though!
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magicalmysticalteacher
July 23, 2017 at 7:36 pm
Things have a nasty habit of determining who we are, but only if we let them.
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Mary
July 23, 2017 at 6:38 pm
Very true….people who have few things USE them. People who have so many things oftentimes lose track of what they have.
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Magaly Guerrero
July 23, 2017 at 3:02 pm
The bit about the Gypsies made me giggle. Thank you. 🙂
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Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
July 23, 2017 at 3:00 pm
Such a heart-stirring write.. ❤️ I do hope we are one of the blessed ones 🙂
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Gillena Cox
July 23, 2017 at 2:34 pm
Boils down to the haves and have-not; doesn’t it. oh and then there’s education and creativity. But in the end; stuff is stuff and some stuff we just have to let go of, all of us
have a nice Sunday, enjoyed your contemplation on stuff
much love…
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Donna@LivingFromHappiness
July 23, 2017 at 2:13 pm
I too am amazed at what we accumulate in our years. I cleared out so much when I retired 3 yrs ago that I was humbled by all the things I did not even know I had and never used….since then I have been getting rid of more….some to trash but much to others who can use them. Our things, sometimes our history all will be shuffled to the dump when we breath our last.
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Julian
July 23, 2017 at 2:09 pm
where does all that stuff come from?
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Beverly Crawford
July 23, 2017 at 1:36 pm
This reminded me of the comedian, George Carlin, and his routine on “Stuff”. Seems now we all have so much stuff storage units are popping up everywhere for our excess stuff, most of which will end up in the dump, of course! Great write.
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Sherry Blue Sky
July 23, 2017 at 12:10 pm
It always amazes me, the decades we spent acquiring, and now we are in the season of reducing, down-sizing, getting rid of Stuff. And it is just Stuff. Loved this poem, love the sunny day in New Hampton.
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Jae Rose
July 23, 2017 at 11:30 am
It is sobering to think of the things we acquire in our lifetime and how it ends up on that for sale table!
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