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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness.
They crisscross like dueling knights. People in the crosswalk scamper
as if squirrels and streetlights leer gleaming yellow eyes, like watchful hawks.
The shrill trumpets of the charging gale force winds, rattle an awning,
and newly planted maple saplings bend and sway
in random pairs. Set in concrete planters, they hang on by tender rooted toes.
Pages of a discarded newspaper are hurled into the air,
buoyed on the steely breath of a frigid winter evening.
Several leaflets scatter into the street and down the sidewalk,
into the path of one lone pedestrian.
He slaps away the sports page, that flies into his chapped, red face.
Without hesitation, this castaway vagrant, down and out
by the rape of hard times, will accept an offered dime,
from a passing man in a Red Sox ball cap.
Head bent low, face hidden, a worn and dirty pea coat
pulled tightly around his thin frame, he carries all his meager belongings
in a large paper grocery bag, wrinkled and beginning to tear.
Serving as his satchel, the brown bag, damp and worn,
still displays big bold red and black letters
advertising "Smart and Final Grocery"--"Located in Three Convenient Locations".
A city bus roars by, splashing through three days of rain,
and a siren and a blaring horn is heard from the next block.
The dark silhouetted outcast, stops for a moment,
peers into a sidewalk trash receptacle, then continues slowly down the sidewalk.
A taxi pulls up along the curb behind him, and the attractive couple,
dressed in evening wear, emerge, pay for their taxi, and arm in arm,
enter Mario's Italian Restaurant, the brick bistro
that sits on the corner of Broadway and 1st.
It begins to rain again, and across the street people open umbrellas
and like the afore mentioned squirrels, they scurry home to supper.
The lone man walks in the rain, his pace doesn't quicken, his voice never spoken,
a spirit broken, ............ his sack held together by circumstance.
A passerby takes a brief glance...just a quick, chanced moment,
to take notice of "Smart and Final's" last stance.
This time people have gone too far.
It's something that is really bizarre.
The law is considering letting people walk in churches with guns.
If this law passes, it will be one of the stupidest things they've ever done.
I'll come right out and say it, I won't give people a hint.
When people carry guns, their chances of getting shot goes up 58 percent.
When people are in churches, what if somebody gets shot?
Some think guns in churches is a good idea but it's not.
Some say it's okay because people have the right to bear arms.
But they'll change their minds really fast if people get harmed.
If they pass this law, it may only be in Tennessee.
It's a terrible idea and the law should leave things be.
God will be very angry if people take guns in the houses of the Lord.
He's probably seeing red and his wrath is something we can't afford.
(SADLY THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)
Somebody please tell me where we went wrong
how we as a people go from we shall overcome
to uplifting these ghetto drug infested slums?
How we go from dreaming about and reaching
the promise land to teaching generations that
for money pu$$y & power is what they
should take a stand for? since when was
the same streets that killed our
brothers & sisters ever worth fighting for?
what happened to rec centers &
positive role models? all I see now is
so called...real men that teach youngins
to throw up gang signs & pop them hallows
yeah that's the motto...marriage is a joke
nowadays we live in a day where kids
look up to d-boyz & self proclaimed gangsta's
yeah this is what Martin Malcolm & Nelson
died for to see you destroy the community
y'all the real wanksta's...maybe we should
look at them parents who thought they were
to good to spank ya! what because you providing for your immediate fam illegally
you want me to thank ya? But you know what they say if the shoe fits...wear it
most these people won't even look their self
in the mirror cuz the truth they can't bear it
I swear it everybody's glorifying these
rap stars like they the next prophet
I ain't never seen a thug wit skinny
jeans on man y'all need to stop it
looks like history is bout to repeat itself
just imagine if the hottest rappers & diva's
in the game started to lift up our
Lord & Saviour's name, Imagine if they put
down their diamonds & necklaces
and went back to rhyming & singing
bout some life changing messages
how bout if women went back to owning
their territory got off the block
and back in the household, Imagine if
these men were lovers of their families
instead of being disrespectful too the same
people that... wiped their ass feed em and
cleaned that nose Imagine if we as a people
went back to that mission
to following God's laws on Holy Living
No mere artist or poet can ever portray in oil or verse,
The grandeur of this great land and its people so diverse.
Never since The Founding Fathers set in motion its creation,
Has there been on all the earth a more grand and glorious nation!
Generations of valiant patriots from The Revolution to the present day,
Who placed national destiny above their own, now lie 'neath hallowed clay.
They sacrificed to preserve the precious freedoms God upon us did bestow.
So much, so very much to each of those courageous souls we owe!
Though they seldom get a word of thanks and work for meager pay,
'Tis the ordinary blokes who keep the gears running smoothly every day.
The farmer, the truck driver, the plumber, the postman who delivers mail;
Patriotic, hard working folks who carry their lunch in a beat-up dinner pail.
'Tis the land of opportunity where you can be all you aspire to be,
And enjoy the inalienable rights that The Constitution doth guarantee.
Among these the freedom of speech and the right to worship as you choose.
We are independent souls, yet can agree to disagree about our divergent views!
The pioneering spirit is alive and well in the people of this youthful nation.
We are renowned worldwide for our ingenuity and our innovation.
When it comes to being a generous people, we will not be outdone.
'Tis the people that make America great when all is said and done!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You’re sad and unhappy
Doesn’t mean people should also be sad and unhappy
You’re angry and want to be alone
Doesn’t mean you should fire you’re anger towards us
When people around you tend to respect and love you
You shouldn’t let this feeling leave
You should act with a little tender
Otherwise, people who trusted you
Loved you
Respected you
Would leave you as well
Life isn’t worth the problems made in it
Life isn’t about anger and revenge
It should be taken advantage from
It should never be wasted
Unless you never cherished it
Unless you never adored it
You have nothing now
But the people around you
Who try they’re best to put a smile on you’re face
But you try you’re best to put a tear on their face
Of all the things you thought about
You forgot to think about this one…
(THIS IS A TRUE STORY)
I didn't sell any of my stuff at my yard sale.
The way that people acted made me madder than Hell.
Almost everyone glanced at my stuff from their cars for ten seconds and then drove away.
They wouldn't even get out of their cars to look at my stuff; I've seen better days.
If they had gotten out and not bought anything, that would've been fine.
But they should've had enough courtesy to look at the stuff that's mine.
I had electronics, video games, toys, fishing supplies and other items as well.
I even put low prices on the items that I was trying to sell.
I couldn't sell my great items because of those people who were rude.
I was shocked, angered and appalled by their attitudes.
(true story)
Robert Redford yelled at me, though he did it over the phone.
I worked at an answering service in town, graveyard and weekends alone.
A struggling new mother helping with bills, I always felt so tired;
a note said not to call him by 3, and basically here's what transpired:
I waited according to what the note said, but then in the aftermath,
although I followed instructions, I got only Redford's wrath.
He screamed that his meeting was still going on, and asked why I was calling.
But I had not done anything wrong, so his shouting at me was galling.
For weeks I had worked and phoned things in to Redford's secretary,
hoping one day "his" voice I"d hear, charming and not so contrary!
I still love his movies, his politics, and his Sundance for Indies is heaven!
But I'll never think of him quite the same as I did before '77.
All for that time he yelled at me, a someone he did not know.
I was just a stranger to him, so he let his anger flow.
My voice I cannot raise to a stranger. That is not my style.
Still, when I'm feeling down and out, do I always remember to smile?
To people in this world I've met, have I always great kindness shown?
When someone couldn't help me out, did I maybe start to groan?
And worse, do I sometimes barely glance at people serving me?
Do I sometimes briskly go on with my life, forgetting humanity?
Another time I remember, when in a Target store,
a different man, once famous, made my aging spirit soar.
I can't recall this singer's name. We know him for a song.
He sang, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." (his fame did not last long.)
Promoting holiday music that day along with some other guys,
he looked at me, a stranger, and said, "YOu sure have beautiful eyes."
For Dane Ann's contest: Kindheartedness: What It Means To Me
As I write, I watch people around me,
each doing their own different things.
All striving for what they think will be
the life that happiness brings.
Little children with hearts so pure
led by grownups consumed with care,
an elderly couple, each seventy or more
as they sit make a wonderful pair.
Conversation around me is day to day life;
what you might consider mundane talk.
Outside the streets are teeming with life
as people drive and some people walk.
It's funny, the various things that you see
if you just take the time to look.
Each and every person that I have seen
has a story that belongs in a book.
So what will make people happy
as they go on about their day.
I suggest that each comes to the place
Where Christ is the only Way.
Douglas L. Ace