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Homeless San Diego Freeway Five To Heaven

Invasion of tears on a lonely street I crash spheres of sadness that burst with a sigh There's no one to tear me apart I can meet? ..a Lexus is lost and the driver is shy... The freezing orchestra plays in my head Police sirens as one play with my memory A voice seems to utter " They will give us bread !!!" As tearing, lost souls head for the Crematory. I dream I wake up as pure as a kid "No More Tears" - a shampoo bottle promises in vain This time though white traces of a salty skid Releases my heart, my hopes and my pain... by: iolanda scripca www.scripca.com for Paula's Contest "Tear"

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 12/22/2010 6:00:00 PM

Interested write and quite moving, Iolanda! Great poem! Thanks for sharing and thank you for your nice comments on my featured poem. Sorry once again to not have been able to make it to El Cajon. Hope there will be another chance. Take care. Caroline.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/14/2010 4:17:00 PM

Good luck in the contest with this very creative work...Reads like a winner..Sara

De R

Date: 12/13/2010 9:06:00 AM

Ce poezie plina de tristete...Sunetul sirenelor de politie ma tulbura si pe mine de fiecare data....Mult succes in concurs! PS:Sper ca nu te-ai suparat ca nu ti-am raspuns la mail cu concursul lui Carolyn...doar acum l-am citit:( Am fost plecata din tara si f ocupata in ultima vreme, o sa-ti trimit un mail cu ceva pentru proiectul tau peste cateva zile. Sa ai o zi frumoasa, draga Iolanda:)

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 12/13/2010 7:34:00 AM

so sad....well written and thank you for your comments on my works.

John Loving Iii

Date: 12/13/2010 2:47:00 AM

i read a story in poetry. as always a sad story. it was told very well. and you used tools that amatures like me rarely use. i'll have to learn from you. but you made me feel your tears as you have felt mine. yours John Henry Loving III