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Someone who gets up before dawn

A person we can depend on

We need caretakers of the land

Who's not afraid of calloused hands

To milk cows morning and night

Fighting the elements against a blight

Spending days planting and harvesting fields

At the market selling their yields

Stay up all night with a newborn lamb

And all day cooking up lots of jam

Someone who can clear trees Read more »

I didn't mean to

But I did

Tell that secret

I promised

We would kept hid

When seeing

Is not the same as believing

When everything goes wrong

It's hard to be strong

Out on the street

Life is far from sweet

We come and go

A bit numb, but we know

The grass grows greener

Underneath your feet

Living very close to dying

Trying not to be crying

On a park bench I yawn

I know you want me gone

Just by your demeanor

But even a smile would be a treat

When seeing

Is not the same as believing

When everything goes wrong

It's hard to be strong

My heart just wants to break

Somedays it's more that I can take

What am I learning

As my stomach is churning

So I struggle on and on

To find a place to belong

I see you

Please see me

Where is my hope?

The strength to help me cope

This is no longer funny

More like an agony

When seeing

Is not the same as believing

When everything goes wrong

It's hard to be strong

There's no need for you to pretend

You could just turn around again

Love can be your legacy

It helps exponentially

For today, be my friend

Homelessness can find an end

We have only two choices

One we like, one we need

It's time to raise our voices

Build a dike, or grow weeds

We have great joys

And even more concerns

Children can play with toys

Or we can watch our Earth burn

Our planet is a great creation

But its about to go back to just dust

Somehow its off its axis rotation

What do we need to adjust?

Precious fresh water

Needed for all survival

Even more as the climate is hotter

Drill for more, on demand arrival

The air that we breathe

Can be clean or polluted

Generations before bequeathed

Filled with benzene, or good for fruit

The very Earth beneath our feet

Covered in concrete, or still tillable land

Do we really want to be obsolete?

It depends on what is planned

The choice is ours now

Because later there may not be one

What do we disallow?

Garbage by the ton?

We have only two choices

One we like, one we need

Raise your voice

We can succeed!

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem."

~ David Carradine ~

To be a robot, wouldn'yt it be nice

Spending your time on internet sites

Bought for a deal, at a lower selling price

Memories on a storage device

Always being switched on and off

Loaded with software from Apple or Microsoft

You don't need to be taught

Old and dusty, you're stuck in the attic loft

Not having to pay rent or bills

Or knowing you were made in a factory mill

Sometimes with zero frills

No emotion shown, when soda is spilled

The advantages of being a robot

Life is only pixels and dots

And that of another's thoughts

Your cord gets tangled, tied into knots

No one cares how much you weigh

Not able to enjoy the endless buffet

Or the pain of dental decay

To sleep, unplug, and uncharge away

Smiles are a function of human mouths

Tears don't happen, and neither doubts

No scars to heal, or wrinkles or spots

Wouldn't it be great to be a robot

18. Three letters. Choose three letters. You can write a poem or a short story, but all words must either start or end with these letters....THE and SIS

THESIS

Synopsis

The sisters theorized  thermodynamic  therapies, emphasis cassis photomorphogenesis.

Their nemesis theatrically writhe their analysis.

Then theatergoers themselves.

Thespians thereafter sunbathe

Prognosis carcinomatosis melanosis.

Invisible

Unseen and unheard

Invisible, is the word

I just can't believe

Unremarkable

Invisible me

Am I invisible?

Why can't you see?

Here I am

Right in front of you

Am I invisible?

Why can't you hear?

As I shout and scream

You never notice me

Am I invisible?

Why can't you feel?

I cry my tears

They are wet and very real

Am I invisible?

What's wrong with you?

You never show you care

I am alone and scared

Am I invisible?

Here I am, where are you?

Gone as usual

Thinking only about you, you, you

Am I invisible?

No, I am not !

You may be forgiven

But I haven't forgot

I am here

I am real

I can't be forgotten

I won't be ignored

I am homeless

I am hungry

I am unloved

But I am worthy.

I am alive

I am free

I haven't forgotten

So why do you ignore me?

I am homeless

I am hungry

I am unloved

But I am worthy

I want a new life

I am willing to work

Please don't forget

Please don't ignore

I am homeless

I am hungry

I am unloved

But I am worthy

I am not here

I have moved on

You did forget

You have ignored

I have a new home

And my spirit is fed

I was found worthy of love

I am now dead

The clock is ticking, with each chime

A signal of passing time

The clock just struck one

I have so much to get done

Tick tock, tick tock

The beating sound of the clock

The chimes ring it's now two

Dear mommy I love you

Now as the clock strikes three

Did I thank you for caring for me

Tick tock, tick tock

Time continues, marked by this clock

As the clock hits four

I remember what I did this day a year before

The clocks hands mark it's five

Grateful to be alive

Tick tock, tick tock

Sitting hear listen to soft rock

Suddenly it is six o'clock

Time for wonderful dinner talk

As the day continues

The clock seven, time for the news

The clock moves on to eight

Back to homework, and Alexander the Great

Tick tock, tick tock

Nine now struck on the clock

It seems to be moving faster

Because the clock just hit ten

Is this how my day ends?

Yawning, and having trouble sleeping

Why is my alarm clock beeping?

As I look over, it's only eleven

Oops, I forgot to say my prayers to heaven

The clock ends my day at twelve

I shut it off, putting on my bookshelf

Tick tock, tick tock

That annoying sound of a clock

Is marking time by ticking

For you and me

Tick tock, tick tock

No more just counting down

Live your life in the here and now

Our lives are measured by what we do

In the time given, some are few

So use them wisely Read more »

Martin Luther King Jr was just one person

As he stood side by side with Jesse Jackson

He spoke of change using just words

With the sentence from this now famous person

He changed the way many thought

The use of non-violence was the way he fought

His words and dream lives on

He's become an American icon

What his words mean to me, speak up and be heard

Let the idea of bullying be one that is absurd

Stand up and make a presence

Treat others with love and reverence

Don't be someone who starts the violence

And definitely don't be the one to stand in silence

So while his words "I have a dream",are remembered

I still live with the memory of ten years ago September

He had a dream, I have one wish

I want to live a life ending hateful anguish

It seems slightly different

Still I am writing a lot

But you cannot see

Since most of the time now

It's a one, a two, a three

Okay, I get it. But, really, why?

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any harder, someone else decides to throw down.

I am not looking forward to next week. Last week was bad enough. 

It was the second time I have held the hand of someone as they drew their last breath, as they spoke their last words. 

At the funeral though, people kept telling me and mom that, that is a gift. From who?

We both looked at each other, like, "what did you just tell us? Really? How was that helpful?"  Anyway, we've dealt with all that comes with the passing of a life, and the responsibilities.  Mom, definitely, a lot more than me. And, I know just by looking at her, she is exhausted, and I can't help her.  She's been there for me, when no one else has.  So, why does she always get 'tapped" by friends and family to be the responsible one to deal with things? We just emptied a house of every memory, just to get another phone call, to deal with another.

So, we are leaving for I don't know how long to deal with more life-ending events. This sucks. I know it happens, and it is a part of life, but this illness and death stuff is really hard, when no one else steps up to deal with it.

I guess I am proud of mom for being there when no one else will, but I don't want to leave home, but home is with her. Leaving is the hardest thing to do.

Done receiving

And believing

Now leaving

No longer decieved

Or any more frost heaves

Only memories of theives

Done retrieving

And believing

Just leaving

Lives so interweaved

So many things to grieve

In utter disbelief

Done believing

Maybe even achieving

Gone, gone, leaving

Done receiving

And believing

Now leaving

No longer decieved

Or any more frost heaves

Only memories of theives

Done retrieving

And believing

Just leaving

Lives so interweaved

So many things to grieve

In utter disbelief

Done believing

Maybe even achieving

Gone, gone, leaving

Missing home, where I knew love

Was it easier to get disposed of?

Stop thinking you're really offering help

With words that are of a rabid whelp

Life once pleasant and serene

Obliterated by your daily hateful routine

I know who you really are

And I forever carry the scars

As I pick up the pieces and start my life anew

I plan to wash you away with a strong shampoo

Give your assault on my life a rest

I'm passing yet another stress test

No need to hurt me any longer

I will survive and  just get stronger

Sarah waited years to earn enough money to afford her week long vacation.  Her dreams of leaving her small hometow  for adventures in the city finally came true. What to see first after arriving at the airport, she had  long ago planned. 

Sarah took a taxi from the airport to the Impeccible Towers, a place travel magazines worldwide praised for their absolutely amazing views from the glass elevators that scaled the outside of the towers, up 150 floors.

Sarah paid the taxi driver and rush through the front door of the Towers.  She paid her entrance fee for the elevator ride.  She quietly stood in line waiting to get in the elevator up to the Observation Deck.  Finally, on board the elevator with 9 others, as the doors close, the crowd waiting yelled,  "Don't get stuck!"

Up the elevator went, floor after floor, with a slight hestitation every other floor.  Was this a way of counting how far from the start the elevator had climbed?  Sarah didn't care, but another passenger seemed nervous by each jarring motion. As the elevator climbed higher, the jolt became stronger. The view out the glass elevator was unforgettable. But, this one other passenger, just kept counting the jolts.

"65, 66, 67, 68"

"Enough with the numbers, we all can count", said this angry lady.

"69, 70, 71", as a few other passengers joined in, including two small children, about 6 and 9 years of age. Read more »

Who's on first?

Who's on second?

Who knows?

I don't care!

Silly stage act

Of Costello and Abbott

Butter, milk, yogurt, and cheese

I eat them any time I please

A must have when I climb rocks

Is those Darn Tough socks!

One thing in common

Is their name of Cabot

Kill the wabbit!

Kill the wabbit!

This funny little cartoon

A parody Wagner opera

Listening to Elmer

Causes bad speech habits

But as you can see

There are no guarantees

As the rain drops and plops

That my writing will stop

Even when I'm in Rabet

I have a writing habit

Who's on first?

Who's on second?

Who knows?

I don't care!

Silly stage act

Of Costello and Abbott

Butter, milk, yogurt, and cheese

I eat them any time I please

A must have when I climb rocks

Is those Darn Tough socks!

One thing in common

Is their name of Cabot

Kill the wabbit!

Kill the wabbit!

This funny little cartoon

A parody Wagner opera

Listening to Elmer

Causes bad speech habits

But as you can see

There are no guarantees

As the rain drops and plops

That my writing will stop

Even when I'm in Rabet

I have a writing habit

There you are!

You help me

You hurt me

On to success

Or to failure

I can't seem to

Ever conrol you

But I can control

You all the time

Sometimes you're good

Sometimes you're bad

But most of the time

You're just my habit.

As the waves come closer to the shore

I can hear the ocean roar

Still I sit on the damp sandy beach

Wondering what lessons life still has to teach

For my love  I draw a heart

Who seems to be a world apart

But here I sit, feeling alone

While you're in another time zone

Looking out to the sea, I hope and pray

This heart I drew doesn't get washed away

So into the heart I place seashells

A place forever our love to dwell

Soon to be home to see you again

But for now, this sandy heart is my friend

As the waves come closer to the shore

I can hear the ocean roar

Still I sit on the damp sandy beach

Wondering what lessons life still has to teach

For my love  I draw a heart

Who seems to be a world apart

But here I sit, feeling alone

While you're in another time zone

Looking out to the sea, I hope and pray

This heart I drew doesn't get washed away

So into the heart I place seashells

A place forever our love to dwell

Soon to be home to see you again

But for now, this sandy heart is my friend

You don't know me

But you think you do

You get others to agree

But none of you have a clue

Who are you to sit back and judge

When you don't know what I've been through

And not notice that you have a grudge

And your perceptions are a bit askew

You don't know me

But you think you do

You get others to agree

But none of you have a clue

Who are you to judge me?

You are so quick to hate

And too blind to see

It's time to set the record straight

You don't know me

But you think you do

You get others to agree

But none of you have a clue

You don't know my sorrow

Some of you don't care

I mask it with feelings borrowed

I learned in a prayer

You're too quick to speculate

Spreading lies of hate

But I've cried myself to sleep

But hold onto my dream

You don't know me

But you think you do

You get others to agree

But none of you have a clue

Tell yourself whatever you will

But don't be fooled

You don't know me

And you never ever will

*In my home there were many words. Those of wisdom and kindness. Of laughter and fun, and always love.  But mostly those of hope in the future.  Thanks mom!

I believe in you

You believe in me

After everything we've been through

Our faith seems to be the only key

You gave me love

You taught me to sing

With a gentle shove

I have to spread my wings

Up, up I go

Soaring high

Into turbulent air flow

It's not easy to fly

But even if I should fall

You will be there

Within moments of a call

Always showing me you care

But I still need to learn

Even more

I yearn

To soar

I am nervous about the next steps.  maybe, I should go back to the beginning.  Okay, maybe not that far back. 

How about end of May, on a Saturday morning, this year. 

I went to an audition, and actually one of the girls from class was also there. We both auditioned, and it was weird, because she was on the other side of the room from me, and we both had to perform at the same time, in front of different set of judges. 

I recited only 2 sentences from the page, and I was cut off, and told "Enough!", while she was being encouraged to continue with hers.  Then she pulls out her guitar and starts to sing.  I didn't bring mine, or even a instrumental soundtrack CD. I was so nervous, especially hearing so many others sing the same song and genre over and over, I made a last minute change. I didn't even get through the first stanza, before this guy yells, "ENOUGH!".

I then, said, "But, I didn't even get to the chorus, could I try again?"

He said, "No. That's enough." 

He didn't look up.  There was no eye contact. No, hand shake, or any kind of acknowledgement that he was really even paying attention. I felt like a big failure. It was only made worse, when I looked across the room, and there was my classmate, still being asked to perform, and laughing with the judges.

As I walked to meet up with my mom, the only thing I could say to her was, "I blew it. They don't want me." Read more »

The moment one learns English, complications set in.  *

Definitions and spelling, causing nothing by feelings of chagrin

Take for example the following lines

English is filled with vocabulary landmines

We could see from the beach how the rough seas seized the small boat.

Baloney,  I don't eat bologna sandwiches!

So who won first place for being able to sew?

To know what the meaning of no is a good thing.

The frypan was too hot, it charred the chard.

Of course I love coarse ground pepper.

Yesterday many bizarre things happened at the Art Bazaar.

Why is fiscal capital a concern for no one at our Capitol?

Have you ever seen a burro burrow?

When their family comes to visit there is always some fight because of what they're not not wanting to do.

The ceiling needs a new coat of sealing.

Even a bass has a base to rest on, it's called a peg

Or did I mean the bass rests on the silty, muddy lake bottom?

Cent, sent, scent, sense all sound the same

Oh, learning English seems like a very cruel game.

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In the year 2035

If any of us are still alive

Mayan calendar so contrived

That no one would survive

Our current year of 2012

Later it will be on history shelves

So into our future I'm going to delve

In and of itself

Over the next 23 years

We overcome many of our fears

With a lot of hard work and repairs

A place so much better for all of our heirs

Our county has made many changes

Some were unavoidable alterations

Like solar powered stove ranges

And better wireless communications

From the traffic problem at the 5 Corners

And more energy efficient living quarters

To educating an influx of even more foreigners

That came in from every border

Because of true equal opportunity

We've built even stronger communities

All our efforts to recycle weren't  a waste

New items are made and old replaced

Cars no longer use gasoline

And our air quality is purer and clean

We have set a standard to be highly proficient

Instead of doing nothing and being insufficient

We ended hunger and starvation

And even water fluoridation

So much more socially connected

It's amazing who got elected

How did that happen, who was confused?

But overall, things have greatly improved

It's hard to describe the perfect road trip. Is it short trip, or is it long?  Is it within the state, or across the country, or maybe even international?  Is it ending time with family? or lots of money on a cruise ship?

I have been on so many, I can't just pick one and say, YES!, this is my perfect trip. 

I know which ones I've enjoyed just because they were fun - spending 3 weeks in England, or going to the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk, Thanksgiving in Germany,  a long weekend Christmas shopping in Manhattan. 

Then there were the trips that were because I had to go along with mom while she was working, but she did take me to museums and 'educational' events, with a few amusement parks mixed in - two weeks in Washington DC, a week in San Francisco, another month of travel through Virginia and North Carolina, which included Williamsburg, Yorktown, Roanoke, Cape Hatteras, and Kitty Hawk.  Read more »