Long Outreach Poems
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I was shut up and locked down when you met me The fire in me was slowly fading as I warmed the pews
Your reckless outreach arrested and captured my heart Your selflessness rekindled and restored the best in me
I was happy to make your aquaintance I am often consoled by your remembrance
I will always regard and treasure your friendship I will forever embrace and value our relationship
The likes of you are rare, as so many have forgotten how to care You have lit the torch of many, who from you, are learning to share
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i'd allowed you in again even thou my soul
was shattered god was quite displeased as you
hammered your dark fist against my rib cage
senseless i thought an yet you were forgiven again
even more than the last time i'd carefully packed
garments birth certificates and social security cards
while dripping tears and blood onto the blank pages
of my new residence a safe place chanted across
the empty lines then availibility how many beds
as we poured into the entrance the sign read safe
you are not alone an yet i'd left everything i was
centered in a room of over fourteen other women
quiet timid angry how we failed at making a male
happy within his own skin how he'd torn into us all
it was like the same man had beaten us all an yet
i knew only you calm cool collective when the cops
came taking you around the corner to cool off
where was i here in america why i was all races
all religions an yet i was harmed while the worse
part of my abuse was returning to my abuser
how you emptied me into silence covered in tears
black and blue an yet i missed you washing the bruises
with soft soap our children were shattered as i explained
daddy was ill he was sick he worked very hard to care
for us if we were more quiet well behaved he would
respond to our energy and love us deeply as deep
as i allowed myself to be abused this was america
oppression depression family ties became wrath
as i whispered he know's not what he does
we are loved as i planned a new home among strangers
an yet they were me i was all of these women a safe place
sorjournal truth home the harbor light inn the st angeline
christian center chaplins office the salvation army
cornerstone community outreach shelter the springs
outreach where was home in america as i embraced
you served you were ill you would someday change
abuse would become softer cycles will be broken
but here in the in this space in this place
and in this time you became plural that's all
as i soon became very small why i soon became
safe
Written by Mrs Yolanda Nicholsen
Wet evening
Teary skyfall;
Drenching dreams
~~~~~~~~~
Cold draughts
Thunder speaks loud;
Lightning flash
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Watery sneeze
Running nose;
Fuzzy feeling
~~~~~~~~~
Trip getaway
Somewhere far;
Lovely reunion
~~~~~~~~~
Home-cooked food
Food for the soul;
Happy meal here
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Lovers stare
Succinct delight;
Lovely conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Words absent
Eye to eye;
Sparkling touch
~~~~~~~~~
Big win here
Magical moods;
Boundless abundance
~~~~~~~~~
Dark skyline
Midnight rain;
Weary dreams
~~~~~~~~~
Blurry buzz
Curious craze;
Surprise sifts
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Domestic bliss
Each day a treat;
Smiles turn up
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Bamboo rustle
Rainy outreach;
Lightning dazzle
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Leon Enriquez
23 October 2016
Singapore
what is clear when the fog clears,
the fog that makes you tipsy,
the dizzy feeling of falling…
there are stars of the past,
the fallen angels -
we don’t call them angels.
no longer the cherubs.
stars of clarity -
amazing.
ebon sky fills the mind.
wisdom of the ages,
I find.
those sparkling creations -
clarifying, cleansing
diamonds glitch.
the ring,
no longer petrified,
but razzle dazzling.
of what I speak of:
the time you held my hand
and we tarried
under the tent
of darkness and light,
targeted
our future -
it was the brightest white.
a bazillion stars
filled the horizon
aliens landed…
I imagined.
stars of clarity outreach -
they preach a sermon.
it is deep.
Untrampled Sand
Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.
Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.
Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.
(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)
A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.
THINGS WERE FINALLY LOOKING UP FOR MY FAMILY AFTER ALL WE WERE HOMELESS WE'D RELOCATED FROM FLORIDA DURING SEVERE TROPICAL STORMS EARLY IN AUGUST 1997 HOW BLESSED I WAS SIX CHILDREN ME AND MY HUSBAND MAYOR DALEYS OFFICE ADOPTING MY FAMILY DONATING SO MUCH TO US AND THE ENTIRE SHELTER CHRISTMAS 1997 I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN GREATLAKES HIRED ME ALL OF MY OLD SUPERVISORS FROM FORT SHERIDAN WERE NOW STORE MANAGERS FINANCE OFFICERS WE WERE A FAMILY IN FORT SHERIDAN NOW GREATLAKES SO IT WAS PLEASANT EXCEPT I HAD TO CATCH THE METRA FROM CHICAGO TO GET TO WORK 22 CITIES AND TOWNS TO GREATLAKES LIFE FOR ME WAS NOW AWESOME ACTUALLY FOUND A NEW APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF GREATLAKES WE SETTLED INTO MAY 1998 MY HUSBAND WAS HIRED AT EMCO CHEMICAL PLANT NORTH CHICAGO THAT'S WHEN TRAGEDY OCCURED ON SHERIDAN ROAD ANOTHER FIRE KILLING A HOMELESS MAN PEOPLE CALLED IT THE MEMORIAL DAY FIRE BUT WHO COULD EVER FORGET A HORRID FIRE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND THIS TRIGGERED ALL KINDS OF FEELINGS ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY HUSBAND AFTER THE FBI QUESTION HIM ABOUT THAT 98 FIRE I REMEMBER WAITING FOR HIM TO ARRIVE FROM WORK 11PM TO 7 PM IT WAS MID MORNING HE STORMS IN SMELLING OF SOOT SMOKE FRIGHTENED HE CLAIMED HE WAS LATE BECAUSE HE MET WITH CIRO GARGANO TO GET HIS PAPER TAG FOR THE CAR CLOSING ALL THE DRAPES WHILE SIRENS BLARED HIS EYES WERE DARK HAUNTING YES SHERIDAN ROAD WAS ON FIRE MIXED EMOTIONS COMPLETELY PERHAPS IT WAS CORRUPTION HIRED HIM ALL THIS TIME TO FRAME CIRO GARGANO FOR ANOTHER FIRE HiENCE FRAME ME FOR AN ARSON MURDER 9 VICTIM GONE DARK EITHER WAY SCARY BECAUSE I WAS THREATENED ABOUT THAT FIRE WHY
Emotional sequestration perseverates
across thine time warped
weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation
flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
moldering scull - sacrificed stranglehold
did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/
friendships get out sold
agonizingly excruciatingly
jujitsu physically writhing
front row seat occupied -
whereat direct view of scaffold
penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa
plagued decades prior fraught
psychological, neurological and illogical
repercussions steam rolled
natural heterosexual propensity
stifling, stinting, and stymying this old
morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting,
hermetically heat sealed,
tightly bound stinging
straitened yellow jacketed
bee devilish mold
hogtied hold, pig in the poke,
xenophobic-ally
fastened, galvanic hold
wrenching vice grippe
fiercely extolled sterile lackluster
human existence devoid cold
hence, imperative ambition
to act forthright and bold
before advanced age
finds this wordsmith additionally auld.
This solitary reader quests doth newt plead
per outreach need
without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead
dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead
me by thine pug nose,
nor doth this passive heretic - heed
ding perseverance
without selfishness nor greed
aye only seek to be freed,
where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed
sharing soulful travails yes in deed
foster repartee with persons no matter creed
faith, intelligence, nationality breed
united by state worthy charisma agreed?
War time department
Will not accept defection back in doors
Parody of film available
Dow Jones industrial
Cannot re accept bottom value
Lady lucks paying up the flag again
These folks don't make it
Per capita grief
Early spend
We have mess hall television also, kendall
Ventura county skid row tents not up
Zero coordination
Zero staff
No advertising industry pertaining to homekey letters
State non existent in thousand Oaks California
Federal lifeline tents not up at the ready
Diversion of speech
Diversion of federal service is
obstruction of coordinator
I am standing in
As press
Mandate dictates
Mandated law, life costs money, keep spending
At no point is order diverted
Budget in waiting needs only push forward
Coordinators not printing law lost in corruption
Inactive positions have resignation to indictment.
Reserved proactive response has limit to appearance
By defecting.
By defecting all departments are emptied
Tax is liened heavily in probe of illness
Assets and locomotion are removed
Tit for tat is always at hand
Spiralling home
The lockout is obstruction
First rotation of labor call
Paid time off
Vacation and retirement eligible personnel
Head towards water
Obstruction to relief in coordination
Please allow staff overflow outreach and key erasure
News summit of bargain as budget allows
Enjoy
Heroes and Heroines (In Honor of Park Center Outreach)
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of important footsteps that leave no impact, to a world
of kindness and brutality, and I felt alive.
Today, I stepped off the pedestal of eloquent words with little meaning, to a world of
tears and violence, and I felt alive.
Today, I met a man who beats his wife and comforts her in kindness, who fears the sting of
rejection and embraces the compassion of small things,
Today, I met a hero gone mad, gone sad, full of shame and rejection, who beats his wife
and comforts her in kindness searching for a reprieve from voices of derision and his own
violence to the peaceful sound of rushing water,
And I saw heroines who understood his complexity.
I tell you, I know heroines, who doubt their own beauty, who doubt their own narrative
because the days are too long for reflection, and the broken hearted need them now!
I tell you, heroes saving heroines, heroines saving heroines, and heroines saving heroes,
I saw it all. I saw a man who saved my soul, for through his battered brains, he found
the strength to tame the rager, and now he speaks with soft spoken eloquence,
Today, I stepped out of the horror of a world without meaning, of a world without
tribulation, of a world without joy, into the teeming torrent of bittersweet euphony, and
I FELT ALIVE!!!
An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’
The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own
but (put there) questions and laughter..are (you surely sent) then test the
spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding
rule his intent! Journey down to a little old hall, seemed to rub them up
wrong yet trying (to answer that call) started too early was often the slot
to preach, a new understanding of Christians this treatment did teach, as
the Deacon changed leaders amid small slights and large. Till late in 1991
the Holy spirit took charge..! Psalms 36 verses 1 to seven thru, (n k j)
taking this note to the executive was what he must do, and feeling in a
a condition of de ja vue, just wrote outreach name not feeling worthy
and not wanting to lay blame. 3 months later the Deacon saw red, took
a knife half cut off brother in laws finger a shame, step down the testing
preacher then said, still attending church meetings and opening halls
rolls 10 years on, & the full fulfilment now calls. His son argues with blood
uncle.. Ex-Deacon arrives kills this brother with a shotgun over another
he drives, also shoots him a no more (progeny shot) then he goes to the
slammer to await his lot.!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
For the Glory of God & ^Rick Parise’s Oracle contest, I see that this
Contest was not the idea of a man. But Rick is being used to set the
Stage to show Gods prophetic power, the above is a true story I knew
All of the people involved, I believe that this contest fits the saying
That all hidden things will be brought into the light, I have no
Personal knowledge of Rick, yet you would be forgiven for thinking we have
dreamed this opportunity up..! (I submit this work as Gods entry)