A new long poem coming up in bits and pieces: Long Song of the Unyoung

I’ve begun a whole book in loose verse about ageing, and I debated whether to post it on this blog (which, after all, is dedicated to my poems) or on my regular blog, Write Into Life. The other contender won, for two reasons:

  • because I want this book to be read like easy prose, and it may appeal to people who don’t usually read poetry
  • because Write Into Life uses a plan that permits audio files, and I want to read the poems aloud to you.

If you follow Write Into Life you’ll catch every piece of this read-aloud poem as I post it. I’ll keep posting poems here, but most of my energy goes into the book at present. I’ll be back, but for today’s poem, visit Write Into Life!

https://writeintolife.com/2018/06/15/long-song-of-the-unyoung/

Photo of an unpruned Iceberg rose bush outside a Wellington cottage
The beauty of the unpruned poem or rose bush

Long Song of the Unyoung
is an unpruned rose bush
scrappy and vivid and wild.

I should have saved that insight
for the work in question
but I have squandered it on you.

Then again, unpruned bushes
do squander beauty
so squandering is perfectly in line


Photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0. That means, go ahead and share them both, as long as you attribute them to me.

 

 

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The hardest part

Homeless person's shanty, Philadelphia. Photo Kevin Burkett cc by-sa 2.0
Homeless person’s shanty, Philadelphia. Photo Kevin Burkett cc by-sa 2.0

with Bruce

my parents were pretty much
well really they were addicts
that put a massive fact on me

welcome to my life
fall into a dark pit
I didn’t know what homeless was

the hardest part of homelessness
the hardest part was
hardest part

you get bored
and then you start adopting
to try to be a father

no one’s there to pick you up
I gave my heart to Jesus Christ
I ended up in this place

I feel like I’m still homeless
because of the past
just be kind, really


Voices Without Homes are mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies. https://www.facebook.com/tehatangata/

photo Kevin Burkett cc by-sa 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

Free and broken

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with Shannon

I was a slave to my family
when I ran away
I felt free like a bird
I wanted to soar

at five years old
I chose that life
that’s when I found
my homelessness

I had love for these people
I met on the street
all I knew was how to survive
and help the others

I learned a lot of things
things I don’t want to talk about
things I’m not proud of
but that’s how it was

the street was home back then
but it broke a lot in me
I am broken
by my homelessness

my emotions and my life
are not the fault of others
but the homelessness inside me
is very, very deep

whoever hears these things
open your heart to see
what is needed
and what can be changed


Poem mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.
https://www.facebook.com/tehatangata/

photo by nate on Flickr cc by-nc-nd 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

Set in concrete

Homeless people's belongings, Croatia. Photo Kornelijle Sajler
Homeless people’s belongings, Croatia

with Verne

just because I’m scruffy
and smell sometimes
doesn’t mean my DNA
is not human

I ran away from boarding school
mattress on the floor
cockroaches and mice
a huge gambling problem

lots of drugs
lots of alcohol
I am apprehensive
about smiling

people yell at me
assumptions set in concrete
there’s very little future
unless magic happens


The poems in Voices with no home were mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.
https://www.facebook.com/tehatangata/
Photograph Kornelijle Sajler cc by-sa 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness

 

Part of the universe now

Homeless person sleeping in a doorway. Photo by Dan Dickinson
Homeless person sleeping in a doorway, Talahassee. Photo by Dan Dickinson, Flickr

with Robert

Nobody was at home
I was very, very hungry
I became very quiet
I was an angry, quiet kid

The pound is a concrete cell
I used to think, I’m here forever
I was frightened, really frightened
I became a little puppet

I’ve been sober eighteen years
I’ve been clean twelve years
From that, I get a life
I’m part of the universe now


Voices with no home: poems mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.

Photograph Dan Dickinson cc by 2.0

Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness
Te Ha Tangata. A human library on homelessness