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Words Of Shelter

Words Of Shelter: Waiting for the Light by Art Heifetz

August 29, 2012
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by_symptomfinger @ Deviant Art

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,...
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Woman On The Beat by Susan Leeling

August 28, 2012
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by_symptomfinger

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...
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homelessness by Victoria Marie Pecsenye

July 29, 2012
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by_innocent_greed @ Deviant Art

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...
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Too Close To The Edge by Jack Campbell

July 1, 2012
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Homeless_by_thefreewolf

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...
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Words Of Shelter: “Home-less” by Christian Koumtog

June 17, 2012
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by_KacperM @ Deviant Art

HOME-LESS I said I was writing you a piece. So before I start, know that I come with Peace. I’m not after you for superficial reasons, I tend to be deep. This poem of fire will extinguish your water, burning emotion, my feeling is the least. I just came in although I wasn’t on...
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The Innocent Prays by Jason Anderson

May 9, 2012
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by_glorielovesdoves @ Deviant art

The Innocent Prays Seeking refuge from the storm of sorrow which rages within the place he calls home, a young boy at the tender age of five years old finds comfort underneath the warm shelter of his bed covers. With tears of sadness flowing down his little face, he clutches his only friend in...
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W…H…by Walter William Safar

October 12, 2011
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W…..  H…   I never meant to call for hunger, but it calls for me, endlessly faithfull and accursedly hones, it leads me, like any given day, into the soup kitchen of the darkest street in the world. Everything around me is so unreal, the smiling faces of those who pass by, the full...
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But You’re Beautiful by Fabled Poet

February 28, 2011
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Homeless2

 If you weren’t you, could you turn a cheek? Could you help someone? Could you save the weak? Could you turn that frown way upside down, help your fellow man, even understand? If you say everything don’t mean nothing, it just falls apart, then you’ll never start, you’re living, your loving, your breathing, you’re...
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July, 1986 by Jacquelyn Cruz

February 13, 2011
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July, 1986 by Jacquelyn Cruz

July,1986 Mama’s got a new boyfriend, 10 yrs. her younger. Convinced her they need change, a new life. So like two teens in”love” they… “runaway” So off to another state we go... Long drive, no music in the old nova. Heats unbearable, hungry, everything's just going wrong. Mom…what’s that place? I pointed to a building, her boyfriend laughed...
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Honor by Tarringo T. Vaughan

February 9, 2011
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Honor by Tarringo T. Vaughan

  They are the battle scars fighting for survival.             They are serving their time right here on the front lines of America’s streets.  And daily we pass them by; daily we avoid eye contact with their pride because they are not the image of the soldiers we honor and remember.  They are the...
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