A Great Divide

“…to form a more perfect union”

I walk to the edge of a great divide
and I try to talk with the other side
but they do not reciprocate
they tell me that I’m filled with hate

I stand at the point of no return
and I cry as all the bridges burn
for a citizenry torn apart
for a nation with a broken heart

I kneel at the grave of a once-great land
and I sigh that I don’t understand –
so obvious a tragedy
that everyone refused to see



Back in the day I was a boob
For hours I’d sit in front of the tube
But now my smartphone
has unshackled me!
Damn! I just walked into a tree!


The Gulls

The tide retreats
And piers emerge
The choicest seats
And gulls converge
And once each has
Its chosen place
The tide rolls in
Each gull to chase


Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.

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8 Responses

  1. Sally Cook

    Dear Joe –

    I like these very much a good start to a Happy New Year.
    You are doing great!


  2. David Hollywood

    These are great poems.Very entertaining, reflective and observing. Thank you.


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