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  • Poverty – A lifeless life   In-discernibly incarcerated for no crime, Hushed pain unduly gifted, Teasingly duped by rich, An icon of clemency painted   Tantalizing moans are hollow, Money befall a specter deity, Lifeless actions reincarnate life, Heart crammed with excruciating anxiety,   Loan counting myriad breadths, Freedom...

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  • Waiting for the Light   Her swollen legs swung wide To support her considerable girth, She sits on an overturned plastic crate, Holding a cardboard sign which reads, Please help, Don’t drink. No drugs, Two daughters, Lost my job and home. Her Redwing shoes implanted In the concrete median,...

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  • WOMAN ON THE BEAT Average man walks down the street Sidles away from woman on the beat She gathers cans digging through trash Not always like this, she used to have cash A pretty little Lexus, all the latest styles Living high life, smiling all the while Never dreaming...

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  • homelessness by Victoria Marie Pecsenye as i sat waiting by the phone   wishing you would call me home i realized after many days that  i carried it was not attached to anything  no cord no plug no wall for it to ring..   no home.. left out in...

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Poetry Of Poverty: A Lifeless Life by Diwakar Pokhiryal

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August 29, 2012
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Poverty – A lifeless life   In-discernibly incarcerated for no crime, Hushed pain unduly gifted, Teasingly duped by rich, An icon of clemency painted   Tantalizing moans are hollow, Money befall a specter deity, Lifeless actions reincarnate life, Heart crammed with excruciating anxiety,   Loan counting myriad breadths, Freedom snivel tears of bloody pain, Life altered into game of ignominy, Rights & Independence dies insane.   Questions murdered brutally, Answers twisted barely insignificant Meaningless time replicate itself, Rich enjoys...
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Words Of Shelter: Waiting for the Light by Art Heifetz

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August 29, 2012
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Waiting for the Light   Her swollen legs swung wide To support her considerable girth, She sits on an overturned plastic crate, Holding a cardboard sign which reads, Please help, Don’t drink. No drugs, Two daughters, Lost my job and home. Her Redwing shoes implanted In the concrete median, She has sprung up overnight, With her crate and sign And steaming mug of coffee, Reporting punctually to work At 8 A.M., Her steady gaze fixed On the oncoming cars...
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Woman On The Beat by Susan Leeling

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August 28, 2012
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WOMAN ON THE BEAT Average man walks down the street Sidles away from woman on the beat She gathers cans digging through trash Not always like this, she used to have cash A pretty little Lexus, all the latest styles Living high life, smiling all the while Never dreaming she’d be here In her eyes you see the fear Prayin she’ll find enough to pay rent Finding some cans, truly heaven sent Weary sighs comingle with shattered dreams Life...
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homelessness by Victoria Marie Pecsenye

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July 29, 2012
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homelessness by Victoria Marie Pecsenye as i sat waiting by the phone   wishing you would call me home i realized after many days that  i carried it was not attached to anything  no cord no plug no wall for it to ring..   no home.. left out in line waiting for your food when it’s time hope they don’t run out some fights may break out clothes tattered  inside  i’m twisted and torn   look at me the...
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Too Close To The Edge by Jack Campbell

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July 1, 2012
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Too Close to The Edge. by Jack Campbell.  May 16, 2012   Traveler walking the edge of the road. Not much to look at.  Just another bum. A worthless, lazy sonofabitch, druggie hippie. What they see in the blink of an eye from the windows of air conditioned cars, trucks and vans blasting by too close for comfort moving at seventy-five. All in a glance, take it in the story that you don’t know but believe anyway. Look, the first thing...
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Inside Myself by Linda Bennett

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March 20, 2011
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  I find myself inside myself Looking to see what others see in me In truth all I used to see was an ugliness That had been thrust upon my soul With bitterness of abuse Emotional, mental, physical and sexual It is hard to find a beauty In someone so in pain. You have to look really deep into the Recesses of the broken heart There is a hint, yes a glint of Something growing but faltering Afraid of...
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Earth’s Restoration or Die

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February 21, 2011
Earth’s Restoration or Die

  From out of the depths of infinities despair A tired band of protesters appeared Universally learn-ed;                       scholarly of mind Otherwise the most diverse universe to join hand in hand Bound by the ink running red through histories pages Dressed ragged,                affluent,                         academia,                                  common man Wanting no more than a world at peace They’d cried verbal pleas                            Upon mostly dead ears Seeing no recourse but to resort to war They chose ~Bard Hesiod A...
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If I Ruled The World by Kristine Kenyon

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February 13, 2011
If I Ruled The World by Kristine Kenyon

“If I Ruled the World” Written by Kristine Kenyon If I ruled the world every house would be a home with a warm and cozy bed for everyone. There wouldn’t be a panhandler in the street; because he would have all he needs to eat, clean clothes and a toasty warm coat his cardboard box would be obsolete because abandoned buildings that line the streets would be turned into fine homes for their retreat. They’d be interior decorated by...
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What Is Your Purpose? ~ “My Purpose” by Clara Ray

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April 13, 2010
What Is Your Purpose? ~ “My Purpose” by Clara Ray

My Purpose ~ Perhaps my purpose here is to discover a truth within and without, A strength that no one, and nothing can scar, hinder or halt. A melody of life, victorious, that no cacophony of disastrous experiences, Can ever succeed in drowning out. A will of continuation, when the facile, that is, the easy route, Engenders an ending rendering ephemeral, short-lived and temporary, my goals, My objectives, my heart and soul aspirations! Perhaps, I live days of anonymously...
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Living rage of hell..   Your just a faded memory, who’s longing in my past, if only I could hit you, through this tempered plated glass! I’d knock you up against the wall, and beat your fucking ass!   I’m tired of all the shit, you put me, and my Mother through if someone...

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Waiting for the Light   Her swollen legs swung wide To support her considerable...

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