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Affluent

On the sidewalks of beautiful and opulent Waikiki, in step with the wealth of nations, a homeless society, lapping at the scraps, sleeping in doorways and beach park benches , amongst affluent foreigners, under cover of shady scenic banyon trees. She wanders elite avenues in search of her oasis, dripping with the pretentiousness, of a Starbucks cafe gourmet she mused, sipping a double mocha latte with extra froth, topped with shaved chocolate , and a "touch"of Madagascar cinnamon from a hot- cold cup, that she holds with shaking hands, dirty, broken nails and then she dabs at the corners of penciled lips, outlined several times in contrasting color, with a bit of the sleeve of her second hand denim designer jacket. Putting the cup down and picking up the designer copy of a pen that skips occasionally, needing to be tapped on the edge of the table, she pauses for thought and begins to compose a napkin sonnet for a needy friend

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/22/2009 11:53:00 PM
Hi Krissy, you were the lil' birdy watching me post? LOL Thank you for reading this.It is,as you see my hurting pet peeve. I appreciate the feedback.take care.aloha, Koko
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Date: 2/22/2009 11:51:00 PM
MY main angst and endeavor was watching the homeless ignored,so sad to me. I began to collect food to take to them once a week with can openers.I could not do very much to encourage people from my church to just put one or two cans of food into the barrel I provided. I am disaabled and was back then and if i could anyone could do itPlease consider how you could help wherever you live. I have been homeless at 17.It is vicious. Not money. Just consider letting God judge,but feed them.Mahalo
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