Disruptions, we are filled with them

Each one is a mystery to solve

Each one doused with sickly venom

where potions are made to resolve


Some are escorted by burdens

While others hide amidst the grass

Some are called snakes, even serpents,

And others too, will come to pass.


In pitfalls, plights and paradox,

My heart remains an open box,

Its usage is escape from clocks

to shirk from time, for us to talk


The power of a piece of flesh

The bony part you rest your chin

The shoulder of a warming guest

The place you bare your soul again


Or maybe just a welcome spot

For tears to stream and wet the skin

A place for you to wipe your snot,

And tell me all that’s worn you thin.


In plagues and breakups, beatings too

Portrayal your heart as black and blue

Then have that weary soul debut

It’s time that all those smiles break through.


So take my hand and feel the burn

And let it penetrate your doubt

And feel the flame it slowly churns

releasing all your sorrows out.


My shoulder is a splendid doc,

To let your feuds and moods take flight

To leave upon the chopping block

Those countless melancholy plights


I cannot say its paragon,

It’s known for holding marathons

A tender place to rest upon

For answers to your woebegone


This shoulder with pedantic schedule

But room is made for those in need

For those too shy to seek a bethel,

And those who need their heart to bleed.


I’ve heard all things from rhetoric,

To mumblings and weeping coughs

To anxious pleas from veterans

To all those people still pissed off.


These burdens care not of your brawn

Nor if you fast for Ramadan

Not if you reached your echelon

Or even knew the lexicon


But pairing burdens come with tears,

The fears, the confidence restraints

Let’s talk about it here’s a beer,

An ear, to maybe slow the pain


My shoulders broad and diligent

I’m up for almost every task

To be the cure the instrument

To help your hand unstitch the mask


Some burdens hang, some rip the heart

Some come in pangs some tear apart.

Some bring us down the boulevards

Things even said by counterparts…


But how you deal is relevant

So other problems rarely spawn

Like hikers at Mount Everest

You need the strength to carry on.


This shoulder is remedial

The door stays open all the time

And though I am agreeable

I’ll check you if you’re out of line.


So use anger, cry, and contemplate,

I’ll wait, suggest, and advocate,

Maybe then you’ll listen, stand up straight,

Or maybe you’ll fold beneath the weight.


Perhaps you’ll sanitize your slate

Then take a footing of your gait,

Stop using lies to compensate,

Perhaps this session is way too late.


But take these words with no rebate,

Don’t permit passion to then stagnate,

Don’t let you thoughts amalgamate

Just let these shoulders palliate.


Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “Shoulder

    • April 17, 2018 at 1:48 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis.

  • April 12, 2018 at 8:28 PM

    Great work Paul, and loved the tight rhyming scheme: it just made the whole work sing. A shoulder indeed. Excellent work my friend.

    • April 17, 2018 at 1:48 PM

      Thank you so much for your kind words my friend.


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