We have too many homeless Americans
Roaming the streets eating out of garbage cans.
Stable people think THEY can be better than panhandlers.
Do you do ANYTHING to help them live by your standards?
As most comments made, “They can get a job!”
Only one to rob if there is no handout.
Don’t you have to have identification to be a part of our civilization?
To get that, do you not need an address of a residence?
How do you better yourself without having this?
Seems the teams of our Government should be smart enough to cover it.
Grasped me to believe this cycle they conceived to leave them hungry, homeless, naked and grieved.
So we can TITHE and pay others bills and dues
Or we can choose to be hands on, projecting these clues.
Breaking news… Good people come in homeless form too.
One thing that strikes me as funny is how people think God recognizes money.
Money is the root of all evil BUT… In God we trust.
For this is a must if you want to eat.
I was raised to believe we are all equal
If nothing changes soon, beware of the sequel.
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Read Poem: IN PRAISE OF THE VULTURE, by John F Greene
Carrion stalker
Death watcher
No one else would take your place
The most debased of your winged brothers
As you pick at rotting meat that no others would approach
It is you who accompanies that most feared fate of all living beings
And for that you are ignored and shunned
By other birds, as well as man.
Birdwatchers seek nuthatch, swallow and martin
but not you.
They may acknowledge your existence
With an uneasy nod
But the stink of death surrounds you
And the fear of it holds sway.
Yet God has seen fit to recompense you for your ostracized existence
I gaze up in the sky and watch as you seem to float on the slipstream
The lightest breeze seems to be enough to support your broad wings
Which hardly beat as you circle and swoop and dip
A black kite that plumbs the vault of the heavens,
The most serene of all the winged spirits.
Although I have seen you gather at your carrion repasts
And once came upon one of your hidden roosts,
Most often I see you in your high reverie
And watch in admiration.
How magnificent it must feel to glide upon the winds
No engine, nor artificiality to compensate for the unnatural pursuit of flight
As men with great effort use to imitate the act.
What Nature has provided comes naturally to you
A flight of effortless tranquility
That in its grace surpasses all other feathered creatures.
A fitting reward my friend
For a life spent feasting upon the dead.
Read Poem: The Long Road, by Shobana Gomes
At first glance, it seemed easy,
I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame,
I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress,
But like a toddler taking baby steps,
I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.
The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet,
Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless,
I cried first, then I laughed,
Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?
The road was long, the road was windy,
The road took me to eternity,
I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity,
But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.
There were days when I thought “not a second to waste”
Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity,
It was the long road I had chosen,
Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.
I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once,
Right now, I face, I stare ahead,
I have not seen the end,
No, there is no end,
I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”
THE END.
Read Poem: Darker than Death, by ~~Shree~~
Darker than Death
Is now a bonding,
Which was supposed to be
Sweet and simple,
Lucid and natural –
But not anymore, sadly.
It has become increasingly
A threat to my existence,
And intimidating to my respect.
There exists no more purity,
No more genuinity.
Alas I have to hide in disguise,
And wear a plastic smile.
Although my heart aches
Like a carbuncle
Filled with rotten pus and blood.
I am always pushed
To match the criteria
Of so-called “good human being”,
Where I find nothing but
Arrogance and hatred.
Where love is ignored.
What matters is performance
To meet the bottomless expectation.
Care and compassion is not valued.
What is valued is the sound of silver.
Sad, very sad I am….
I should not have to prove
What I am.
Love should flow automatically,
But unfortunately it doesn’t anymore.
All my tries are shunned,
My best feat
Is never enough.
I am brutally blamed
For anything and everything.
Strings are now gossamer
Like fragile feathers.
I am more scared now,
Because darkness looms over
My feelings and emotions,
Where there is no respect
But a bitter spin of my words.
Although I was compelled to
Express my sorrow,
But then they were trodden
Like unwanted pests.
Punishing the trust
With major upheavals.
Dead… darker than death
Are now my apprehensions.
© Shree 24th November 2018, Houston USA
Inspired by the famous quote of Paulo Coelho
“The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion.”
Read Poem: A fairy’s face, by Jeanette E. R. Cook
I listen to the fairy stories
Of my aunt’s and I envision
Their garden,
Enchanting with the pastels
Of growth and the swaying
Blooms spreading the fragrance
In the bright light of morning
After the dew is gone,
Where a perilous journey
Is hidden from human eyes,
The stars are uncounted
And a fairy can’t be caught
But they have their own
Net of words that they share,
They memorize me in the garden,
As I digest their world,
The view is beautiful and untouched.,
Where they love so much without
hate,
Opinions buried and not shared,
A fairytale world,
Joyous and with all happy endings
Celebrated inside their group,
Grace in their land with hardships
Overcome through teamwork,
Usually comforting all,
Witnesses always helping out,
They can
Not be unmasked or sequestered to a
Box by us,
It is blistering difficult to be patient
To steal a glance at them,
Unaware of my presence
And they let me see them.
–J. E. Cook © 2020
NOVEL Transcript Reading of The Alice 65, by Kyle Michel Sullivan — Novel Writing Festival
BUY on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Alice-65-Kyle-Michel-Sullivan/dp/0692141022 After his father was killed in a robbery, Adam Verlain used his love of books to hide from the world, something his job as a rare book cataloguer for a small university in London is perfect for. But then that university acquires a newly discovered 1865 edition of “Alice’s Adventures in […]
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NOVEL Transcript Reading of The Alice 65, by Kyle Michel Sullivan — Novel Writing Festival
BUY on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Alice-65-Kyle-Michel-Sullivan/dp/0692141022 After his father was killed in a robbery, Adam Verlain used his love of books to hide from the world, something his job as a rare book cataloguer for a small university in London is perfect for. But then that university acquires a newly discovered 1865 edition of “Alice’s Adventures in […]
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NOVEL Transcript Reading of In Bad Company, by Ke Sol — Novel Writing Festival
Genre: Drama Inside the male dominated world of the Outlaw Motorcycle Club, families do exist. Performed by Brian Carleton **** Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com Festival Moderators: Kierston Drier, Shepsut Wilson Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne Editors: Kimberly Villarruel, Kyle Drier, John Johnson Festival Directors: Mary Cox, Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy Camera Operators: Hugh Fraser, Andy Camp, Aser […]
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NOVEL MOVIE: The Adventures of Larson and Garrett: Epic the First, by Aaron Dennis — Novel Writing Festival
Narration by Val Cole BUY Novel on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Larson-Garrett-Epic-First/dp/1731228902 A wicked daemon bestows great power on evil men in exchange for worship. An unlikely duo find friendship amidst war and chaos. Godly forces collide. Larson and Garrett are two simple, young men, yet they both have their own daemons. In the face of danger, of […]
NOVEL Transcript Reading: SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE, by Linda Palmer — Novel Writing Festival
Performed by Norma Dawn Dunphy BUY on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Middle-Linda-Palmer/dp/1499121377 Though Everly Sayers makes every effort to be friendly to new student Roone Thorsen, he doesn’t actually acknowledge her until he needs help with physics. Tall and a little on the teddybear side physically speaking, Roone falls somewhere in the middle when it come to the […]
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