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This is my headache
that I can't call a migraine
because it doesn't go away
and its not strong enough
for that convenient label.
This is knowing how
to collect pennies,
not quarters, for
Coin Star.
This is going to a grocery store
not to buy food.
This is hoping you can afford
a Bento Box of wine so tonight
the headache will go away
for a couple hours.
This is asking for money
gently, and mot making it seem
like you are begging.
This is putting dignity
behind your family,
and yourself.
This is writing poetry
because words are free,
sometimes.
This is having a close relationship
with Tupperware
and leftovers.
This is learning the art
of meditation
because I can't afford
yoga classes or the pants
the women wear
who go to them on Saturdays.
This is learning to cook
based on the cans
in your closet between
bowed down shelves
you are too tired to straighten.
I have learned what it is
to recognize the song
of a Mourning Dove
and the peepers in the spring.
That makes me smile
when I run in the evening
and time and no-money me
can slide down a colorless
rainbow
towards
borrowed serenity.
Athletes jog on Victory Field,
I join them to test my endurance,
but underneath the bleachers kids smoke weed;
are these the bright young men of our future,
who will be the backbone of our Nation?
Drivers converse on cell phone,
paying no attention on the road,
the traffic light suddenly turns red,
a crush occurs, many people are hurt;
a life will be lost for an unnecessary call.
Prices rise drastically,
but the salary remains the same,
folks struggle to buy food,
many go to bed hungry;
why is there such a disparity?
Faithful are deserting churches;
is faith dawning or pedophiles is the factor?
Pope Benedict XVI pleads vehemently;
why become priest, if one is pervert,
and be condemned by God, the Omnipotent?
Children are raised by a gay couple,
two males or females, trying to be
fathers and mothers without having morals,
why have they allowed this in our age...
when the bad influence will affect their brains?
Smoking cigarettes causes many diseases,
people die by the thousands in cramped hospital rooms,
don't they know or read the warnings before inhaling?
They think it's cool for them, not for the unsophisticated,
and without guilt they drag others to an excruciating death.
Wake up, society and clean up your act;
if abusing your body is made by choice,
what about giving up all these bad habits that are extremely harmful,
and spare yourself a lot of useless suffering, and what's the glory in dying?
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
How can I help?
I was reading an article
about a conversation that a journalist was having with a Google executive
She said that with the H18 visa
She doesn’t feel like her stay in the US is permanent
That touches me
Having put down roots for over ten years
Only being plucked down and leave later
How would you like that?
One might say she chose that route
Yes she did
and she was rewarded with the financial security that she built up
But that doesn’t change the fact
That life for her now is temporary
I was reading another article about seniors
That have no one to talk to
No family members to look after them
They live by themselves
A life of loneliness
No one knows how they go about their lives
No one cares
I was reading about how families have no money to buy food
Children go without
So many stories
Heartbreaking stories
It seems no one cares
Does anyone care?
One cares
God cares
But what can one do except to bring the petition to God
There has to be a change
Change with one’s thinking
That we are powerless
We cannot do anything
We can do all things through God
Who strengthen us
That is what the Bible says
So start
Start by visiting relatives
Call those long lost friends
Get to know your neighbors
Bake cookies and go down the neighborhood
To give to them
You said “not in my neighborhood”
Okay. So say hello to people you meet
In your daily life
Strike a conversation
That may be the only conversation
They have all day
You’d never know
How you impacted someone
Just make an impact
A fingerprint
To say that yes I am here
God is here for you
And for me
Life is not temporary
It was meant to live
Live - present tense
Early morning awakening:
So many things, so much packing.
Sip morning tea with some odd snacks,
We feel hungry just as we pack.
We make ready for our leaving,
Check-out easy with car boot things.
We're off by ten now on the road,
Our eyes extend our visual load.
Today we speed to a fond target,
Catch seafood feeds: Sydney Fish Market.
Fresh seafood waits in fine array,
Here through these gates feast hungry ways.
So much delight in puzzling mix,
A feast of sights in hungry fix.
Select our meat of seafood fares,
Take our fond treats of precious wares.
Eat with gusto the fresh food gist,
Style our tempo with our hit list.
Add hot mocha for a warm drink,
Coffee fiesta here on the brink.
Catch the sea view down by the edge,
Seagulls in cue sense-surround ledge.
Food fare in shoppes that call to you,
We stare and stop to glimpse odd cues.
There is a feel beyond mere sight,
An ancient will lingers flair bright.
Buy food to eat on the home drive,
In a swift beat, a car of five.
Goodbye Sydney as we head out,
Canberra we track roundabout.
Three hours plus drive to Hamlet Place,
And we arrive as smiles greet space.
A happy trip for memory,
Where taste did grip pure chemistry.
Our routine chores come up to fit,
A simple lore of succinct wit!
Leon Enriquez
11 June 2018, Monday
Sydney Tour Day Three/
(13 June 2018, ACT)
Money can buy,
A diamond ring.
Money can put your
Ass in a sling.
Money can buy blood,
It cannot buy life.
It can buy a mansion and
A mail order wife.
Money can buy a bed,
It cannot buy sleep.
You can have lots of it,
The harvest you still reap.
Money can buy a computer,
It cannot buy a brain.
You can save it,
Or pour it down the drain.
Money can buy food,
It cannot buy an appetite.
You can hide it,
Or be in the spotlight.
Money can buy a face lift,
It cannot buy beauty.
It can buy you some,
Other guys booty.
Money can buy a house,
It cannot buy a home.
It can buy drugs,
You can stay stoned.
Money can buy luxury,
It cannot buy culture.
It can turn the best of
People into a vulture.
Money can buy acquaintances,
It cannot buy a friend.
It can be a means
To a bitter end.
Money can buy sex,
It cannot buy love.
Money cannot buy a seat
In the kingdom above.
Turbo1904?
WON’T YOU HELP AMERICA---
Elderly man bout to fall
Won’t you help him America?
Frail ole lady has no food
No one has a cares nor has a cue
Won’t you help her America?
Homeless and despondent
Have no one that they can trust
Disillusion misplaced and shun
Have nowhere to call home
No monies for room or board society snores
Can’t buy food at any store
All of this while the rich are rich
Middle class poor could care less
They’ve got theirs and you can get yours;
What’s more worst than elderly poor
Won’t you breathe your last breath?
Why don’t you help middle class?
This is no way to act, to treat the elderly
Won’t you help America?
12/26/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
I'd like to say it was just a dream but it was real.
The cops arrested me for passing counterfeit bills.
My bank gave me twenty one hundred dollar bills that were counterfeit.
When I found out, the police had to use tear gas because I had a fit.
After I cried like a two year old, i was thrown in jail.
I had to sell my body organs so that I could make bail.
But now they want my organs even though I'm not dead.
They don't intend to wait, they want them now instead.
I have no money to buy food and I feel light headed and giddy.
My electricity was cut off last night, those bastards have no pity.
Because I haven't eaten, I sure have gotten bony.
And it's because of that money that was phony.
When I can't pay the bill collectors, I constantly get hit.
Don't do business with my bank or you'll receive cash that is counterfeit.
Christmas comes around once every year
Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer
What does it now mean? I ask myself
Material things replacing god's wealth?.
What about people who go without?
Tummy loud rumbles when hunger sprouts
No home to keep them dry, safe and warm
Sleep out all night from dusk through till dawn.
Parents with no money to buy food or toys
Second hand clothes for their girls and boys
Breadline living no comfort or joy
No work for people, no jobs to employ.
Visit to food banks for something to eat
Donation of shoes for children's young feet
Loan sharks percentage payback plenty more
Twenty first century - modern day poor.
Adverts and television entice and tease
Buy now pay later, tempt buying schemes
Debts soar high at commercial gain
Children now wanting latest new game.
Parents trying to do their very best
Homeless in doorways rest tired heads
No one to talk to; pensioners sit all alone
Choose between eating or heating on.
Privilege sit in their ivory towers
Making the rules controlling by power
Reality does not affect their own self
I'm all right Jack sod everyone else.
Christmas is more than feasting and gifts
Jesus was born December Twenty Fifth
God sent his son to save us from sin
Born in the stables, no room at the inn.
Man's greed and for power still lives on
Many have forgotten god's only son
Kindness, compassion, help others out
Birth of Lord Jesus what Christmas is about.
01.12.20
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Doomed from the moment the sun came up,
My black cloud rolled down from the hill.
The cliff in my mind didn’t care for this cloud,
This cloud that wanted to kill.
I tried to defend, to attack, to think clear,
To shoot down the blur of this smoke.
But my mind wasn’t strong, wasn’t able to cope,
And so slowly it began to choke.
First was the plans I had for the day,
Clean up, buy food from down town.
But my mind didn’t want to play fair today,
Deciding it’d rather just drown.
I tried to remember what I’d done yesterday,
Before my mind washed up on the shore.
Yesterday didn’t return, to oblivion it went,
And today’s mind didn’t care anymore.
As today wore on I did some small things,
Lead myself right back to that old shopping mall.
Finally standing proud, remembering stuff,
Like to buy more of my friend, alcohol.
computers have
no children to feed
or rent to pay
or place to sleep
machines don't buy food
or wear clothes
or go to concerts or plays
i've never seen an invention
go on vacation
or put money in a church
metal and wood
they use to help us work
what happened to the flow
of life giving blood of our world
is it somewhere in a bank
somewhere in gold
the laziest thing on earth
metal and cold
no feelings about christmas
or people that's cold
value? all it is, is a number
it's not feeding anyone
but taking us under
if the gold don't start moving
we'll have a communist revolt
kill all the rich men
and take their gold
their machines
their inventions
their contracts
their polititions
and their souls
to places the sun don't shine
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