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Begging Change From Society

The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.

Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to realize. 

They call us poor white trash, no charity we are shown.
I can virtually live on nothing when nothing is all I’ve known.

College I finished on top of the class.  How far did it get me?
I have nowhere to hang my hat or wall to hang my degree.

The streets teach lessons of a hard knocks life.
You learn to survive despite hunger and strife. 

You learn how to rob Peter in order to pay Paul,
And that stale, day old bread’s better than no bread at all.

You quickly find out just how warm the newspaper can be,
As you hold a cardboard sign, begging change from society.

Laid off from your job with no severance pay,
It doesn’t take long ‘til you’ve got nowhere to stay.

No family to help you when the chips are down,
You find yourself walking the mean streets of town.

How will you turn your whole life around?
Get a job and regular pay when you’re sleeping on the ground?

You need more than a meal and night’s stay in a shelter,
You need society to give a damn and be a real helper.

Quit ignoring the problem.  Don’t look the other way.
Do something to help.  That could easily be you some day.

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Words Are Like Weapons

Words are like weapons with bullets of lead
That pierce through your soul when angry and said.

When someone shoots his mouth off like a loose cannon,
You can’t help but get hurt as the mortar is landin’.

The thing about these wounds to the soul,
There’s no bleeding to stop from invisible holes.
Though, on the surface, there are no wounds to tend,
The damage is often deeper and harder to mend.

Masked by pride, courage or good old denial,
Make no mistake, this pain maims and defiles,
Reducing the toughest man’s heart to that of a child's.

So the next time you’re angry, don’t be absurd.
Lay down your weapons of hollow point words.
There is a better way to accomplish your goals
Without doing battle and wounding other's souls.

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Your Love Is Like Magic

Your love is like magic that entrances my soul
Casting spells upon me from your heart of gold.
Just one wave of your magic wand,
And poof! A second later I am gone!
When I hear, “Hokus pokus ala kazoo,” 
My heart skips a beat and wants only you.
The love that ensues is a passionate potion
That springs from a well of untapped emotion.
My future looks bright because I’ll spend it with you.
You’re in all that I love and in all that I do.

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My Old Lovable New Friend

A funny thing happened to me just the other day.
The friendliest cat came to my door wanting to play.
He was meowing like crazy, peering in through the screen,
As if calling to someone it’d been a while since he'd seen.

I said, “Well, hello little kitty. What is it you want?
I’ve never seen you before. Are you just out for a jaunt?”
He was an orange and white Tabby with a depth in his eyes.
Of all the cats I’ve known, he was the most lovable guy.

As I petted him gently, he met my every touch.
He loved all the attention and just couldn’t get enough.
I gave him some ham scraps and some water to drink.
He gobbled it all up; then was gone in a blink.

A few days went by when one night I couldn’t sleep.
I stepped outside beneath the lamppost on our street.
I looked up at the stars as I so often do,
And talked to God and loved ones who are up there, too.

I thought I’d sure like to see that cute, friendly cat.
And right at that moment, he appeared! Just like that!
He came out from underneath the cars in our drive,
And walked right to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes!

We were both so overjoyed as if long lost friends
Who were finally able to embrace once again.
He squirmed with such delight at my every stroke.
In his eyes, I saw my friend Teddy—that’s no joke.

You see, Teddy was my life-long friend who sadly died.
I miss him every day and often look for “a sign.”
I asked the cat, “Are you Teddy?” Our eyes locked in a gaze.
Just then, as if answering, he raised one paw to my face.

He reached up with his paw and gently touched my chin.
It gave me goosebumps because I just knew it was him!
In awe, it took me a few moments to take this all in.
Then, I said goodbye to my friend, "Hope to see you again."

The next morning in the yard he played wild and carefree.
He was running and jumping and climbing a tree.
That’s the last time I saw him—don't know where he could be,
Or whom he belongs to, but I sure wish it was me!

I wonder, was it Teddy visiting me as a cat?
Maybe, just maybe?  I’d like to think it was fact.
I’d sure love to see "my old lovable new friend,"
But, seems he’s vanished—I haven't seen him since then.

If my friend ever does pay me a visit again,
I think I might keep him, if it is all right with him.

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Constant Keep

The swells are deep
and constant keep,
these walls of sea around me.
But now and then,
they'll lift me up
enough to see my boundary.

I never learned
to read the stars
the way that sailors do.
I see the moon,
the bright North Star,
and both the Dippers, too.

So never quit, constant sound,
the wind and waves are true.
And when I find a solid ground,
I'll know just what to do.

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Gambling Is So Dumb

Gambling is so dumb.
We play ‘til we’re numb.
All we do is lose.
It’s the same old news.

It’s fun while we play,
But the fun doesn’t stay.
When the money’s all gone,
I feel so sad and dumb 
And wish we’d just stayed home.

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All That a Mother Can Be

Most kids aren't as lucky to have a mom like me, 
One who kissed all their “owies” and bandaged their knees. 
One who bakes the best cookies for no special reason,
And whose cheerful smiles never go out of season. 

She always remembers important dates and things, 
And if you forget, friendly reminders she brings. 
A stronger work ethic no one possesses. 
She never tires and only rarely stresses. 
She’s at every game always cheering you on.   
A better rooting section? You’ll never find one! 

Mom, you’re the greatest gift in my life, this is true,
And I am so very grateful God blessed me with you.
So, a million “thank you’s” for being the best mom, 
And for always being there even when we did wrong.

I know it wasn’t easy raising my brothers and me,
But thanks for showing us… 
All that a mother can be!