Best Losspeople Poems
Beyond the leggy palm trees you can hear them calling out
Through the diffused light and thin curtains called home-
Are a people in need
Brought to there knees with infelicitous faces-
Filled with confusion and doubt
Broken hearts in broken places, loss of life-
In an atmosphere of raw humanity
Through there dusty desperate lives they plea for substantial means
Tested beyond their capacity resting in squalid conditions-
Praying into their Christianity
No mortal man of compassion could stand by
And be witness such devastation
Sparse medical means in a land crumbling from the inside
Many impoverished brave men waited by the loud white gates
For a voice a glimmer or hope from their leader guru
To the victims the questions remains why?
Everywhere in every corner tears pooled into hands
Contentious people begging for water and pointing to their bodies
I was brought out to the edge of my chair from what I viewed
An act of God has taken some many lives and left me in a state of stupor
I said a prayer for the people of Haiti
For Abe's contest--Leather Voices
My body can be eradicated, but my spirit remains
My red shoes in a pile, like discarded leaves
My shoes, held me firmly on the ground, my DNA remains
Attached to the red shoes with no person
The shoes are here, where have all the people gone
A sad, dry and dark mountain of shoes
Saved but the people were discarded...
Suicide,
Something a lot of people think about.
Suicide,
Something someone dies from every 15 minutes.
Suicide,
Something two people die from.
Suicide,
Something to end the pain, the suffering, the hopelessness.
Suicide,
Something over 50 percent of people do with a firearm.
Suicide,
Something done by most teens.
Suicide,
Its not a joke, when someone commits suicide, there gone, for good.
Suicide,
the 11th leading cause of death worldwide.
Suicide,
Notes, poems, stories.
Suicide,
Every suicide, has a story behind it.
Suicide,
Every suicide has a note, something to tell there loved ones goodbye.
Suicide,
When you feel like no one cares, No one notices.
Suicide,
To escape the pain.
Suicide,
The final goodbye.
Suicide.
There was a plane that crashed into
World trade center tower
It took some live and more than few
The hungry flames devour
Then a second plane also crashed
People falling, dying
Many more were trapped down below
To rescue people trying
How many more have to be dead?
Question people asking
And ashes down at ground zero
Anything but basking
Praise police and firepeople
To help everybody out
This place we will never forget
Many people shout
So finally debris is gone
Etched in painful memory
Everyone tired almost to the bone
Hope ones in heaven see
Form:
i am left wondering
does anybody really care
when someone says i love you
do they meant it like on tv
in those stupid little shows when
the ending is always happy
is there a life out there like that
or is it only in that stupid box
no unlike the one i'm staring at now
writing this stupid thing
see i've had people say they love me
but so much happens and now i don't believe
can you really love someone
to love means to know
and how can you know
you only know what a person says
and people always lie
so i guess for me
love this is good bye
Rocky Marciano was the only Heavyweight champion who couldn't be beat.
In all of his forty-nine prizefights, he never once suffered a defeat.
This awesome boxer had heart, stamina and he was strong.
Some people also thought that Mike Tyson couldn't be beat but they were wrong.
Marciano was the Heavyweight champion for four years.
He had fists of fury and didn't know the meaning of fear.
But sadly something happened that filled people with disgust.
In 1969 he died in a plane crash on the last day of August.
The next day after his death would've been his 46th birthday.
It is never easy to see such a great person pass away.
(DEDICATED TO ROCKY MARCIANO WHO DIED AUGUST 31, 1969.)
For many years you starred on Happy Days as Howard Cunningham.
When your fans learned that you died, they most likely said "DAMN!"
You starred in Father Dowling Mysteries as a Catholic Priest.
You have passed away and now you will Rest In Peace.
When you began acting, everybody knew that you would go far.
First you married Jane Eliot and later you married Patricia Carr.
You starred as Sheriff Amos Tupper on Murder She Wrote.
Even though you were rich and famous, you didn't gloat.
I've watched you on TV shows since I was a little boy.
You were a friendly and talented man who people enjoyed.
You were a loving husband and an awesome dad.
You died at the age of 83 and millions of people are sad.
(DEDICATED TO TOM BOSLEY WHO DIED OCTOBER 19, 2010.)
We come in orange and leave in blue
In-between there is a lot we go through
We learn about love and learn about hate
As we lose our faith to anticipate
We learn to take nothing for granted
As we fight the demon seed from being planted
We are nothing but a number in this place
This term 73168 fits my face
As you look at the C.O.s it's true but sad
All walks of life have good and bad
I look out my window towards the gun towers
Inside are little specks with forbidden powers
Its true prison has fences and walls
And it is ok to make telephone calls
But what its about is political rules
All the ones not taught in schools
It’s about your heart turning cold and your body turning hard
In order to hold your respect out in the yard
It’s about learning to suck up your balls
And handle your business out in the halls
It will teach you all about respect
And sadly enough about neglect
What prison is about is clear to see
It’s about people like you and people like me
I wish to dedicate this poem to Michael Torres
who was once a C.O. inside a Prison.
Yes , I am aware people everywhere are Dying
Yes , I am aware people all over the world are dying
So you may question the fact why am I not crying
You obviously then do not come from this place
We have not occupied the same air and space
As here we do not cry
We don't even try
To show any compassion
Were more interested in the latest fashion
And the stock market crashing
Each month’s beginning is where we will see,
the most intense amount of activity.
Where do you think many people get their money?
Some funds come from welfare and social security.
They ride the bus down to the boardwalk each day.
In front of a money-grabbing machine they will stay.
The sounds and the sights of the machines enthrall.
They are tempting the players to insert it all.
The promise of a jackpot is what is in store.
The patrons keep losing, but put in some more.
There is the usual outcome at the end of the day.
Most people will find their money gone away.
For all the glitz and the glamour, somebody has to pay.