NEIGHBORS

NEIGHBORS

There is something odd about my neighbor,

I guess she’s under some kind of stress.

She stares without seeing,

And plays with the buttons on her dress.

She avoids attention, even light from the sun,

And I would swear she’s packing a gun.

She sits across the aisle from me,

Trying to ignore the things she sees.

A man stands at a corner waiting for our bus,

He is tired, hungry, defeated, just like us.

After days of searching , there’s still no work,

He’s just a fraction away from going berserk.

How can he survive if he’s living on pride?

Will he find a place to live safely outside?

A group of teens climbs aboard, boisterous and loud,

I wonder if one will escape the tenement and return rich and proud.

They threaten the homeless man.

He might have money stashed in a can.

They threaten the woman as she pretends to read,

Telling her they want her to meet their needs.

They laugh and suggest they could have fun,

Not noticing her hand touching her gun.

They turn their attention finally to me.

I was watching and waiting, it had to be.

Survival of the fittest, or the ones with most greed,

Somebody’s angels, or someone’s bad seed.

There is little to distinguish between me and my brother,

Hell will claim one, and heaven will get the other.

July 21, 2017

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THE AIR LEAVES WITH YOU

When you exit the room all the air leaves with you,

And the world is not the same.

I still hear your voice.

I continue to call your name.

Time hesitates, suspended in air,

I’m confused and lost, without you there.

The world is bleak within my sight.

There is no color just black and white.

I gasp, I choke,

 NEIGHBORS

There is something odd about my neighbor,

I guess she’s under some kind of stress.

She stares without seeing,

And plays with the buttons on her dress.

She avoids attention, even light from the sun,

And I would swear she’s packing a gun.

She sits across the aisle from me,

Trying to ignore the things she sees.

A man stands at a corner waiting for our bus,

He is tired, hungry, defeated, just like us.

After days of searching , there’s still no work,

He’s just a fraction away from going berserk.

How can he survive if he’s living on pride?

Will he find a place to live safely outside?

A group of teens climbs aboard, boisterous and loud,

I wonder if one will escape the tenement and return rich and proud.

They threaten the homeless man.

He might have money stashed in a can.

They threaten the woman as she pretends to read,

Telling her they want her to meet their needs.

They laugh and suggest they could have fun,

Not noticing her hand touching her gun.

They turn their attention finally to me.

I was watching and waiting, it had to be.

Survival of the fittest, or the ones with most greed,

Somebody’s angels, or someone’s bad seed.

There is little to distinguish between me and my brother,

Hell will claim one, and heaven will get the other.

July 21, 2017

 

 

ZIP

He was a little man
And his friends called him “Zip”.
I thought it was because he was small,
Or because he was constantly dodging cars.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Wanting to be tall,
He had a peculiar habit of jumping up,
And coming down, almost without touching
the ground.
He bounced like he was on a trampoline,
Suddenly I would see his head,
And then not, then again in a different spot.
I thought maybe he was a zipper, up and down,
But I was wrong again. He was called Zip
because he would zip in and out of a crowd,
Keeping his sense of directions on track.
Once when he he missed his corner
He was too proud to admit he was lost,
And too frugal to pay the cost
Of a cab.
Zip became my friend, and we often talked as we walked,
About topics important to him. He asked,
“Was the world getting smaller or taller?”
He was losing his bounce,
And he worried he had gained an ounce.
“Not to worry,” I said.
“Your heart is getting bigger instead.
You might be small but you are making the world
A better place,
You don’t take up much space,
And you always have a smile on your face.”

I wish more people had a little zip when they walked,
And were happy when they talked.
Zip inspired me.
Now, he’s my best friend,
And I want to be more like him.
He will someday have a place in the sky.
I’ll call him the “Little Zipper.”

April 25, 2017

AS IMPORTANT AS….

As Important as

I think I’m almost as important as the President.
I get noticed by the I.R.S. every year,
Although no one makes fun of me on SNL.
No dignitaries come to visit, (or want to).
I still get to watch sports in person
Without anyone watching me.
Even though I know how to text on my phone,
Everyone leaves me alone.
Most people don’t care if I ignore them
Because my texts, e-mails, etc.
Don’t get snagged by the FBI and whoever.
No one is watching or listening to me.
Why do I think I’m important?
Because I am a common man,
A citizen of one of the greatest countries of the world.
You may disagree with me,
You can do that in this country.
You have rights and privileges,
Whether man or woman, rich or poor.
Together, united we stand.
I salute my countrymen.
You should be proud of who we are. April 17, 2017

Older

Another birthday, hip, hip, hooray!
I get to face another fine day.
A birthday cake I make for myself,
If I want to blow out candles
That have been hiding on the shelf.
I’ll be careful not to burn my house down
All the candles represent all I’ve found,
The truths about love and hate
My life I’ve denied and blaimed it on fate.
one candle for others I’ve hurt on the way
Another for loved ones, too many to say.
Candles for all the debts I need to pay.
A giant cake, with candles galore,
My heart is melting, and yet there is more.
Another birthday, and I’m all alone,
Wait! Is someone calling on the phone?
Someone’s knocking on my door,
It seems my life is not quite as bad,
I still have friends and I’m not so sad.
Another birthday to cheer and celebrate,
But I don’t want to leave it up to fate.
Tomorrow I’ll visit family and my friends,
Get out of my house and make amends.
Everything I have is more than I need
I’ll share with others and plant the seeds
Of love and hope.
Another birthday? one more way
To love others and make their day.
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CENTER

via Daily Always expecting to be the center of attention, Al demanded all eyes to focus on him. If someone forgot just for a second, the whip would lash out and deal punishment to the helpless soul. James was aware of the consequences but he was tired of catering to Al’s egotistical demands. With bold steps James stood up and proceeded to the center of the stage. While others shrank back, James stood proudly, defiantly staring into Al’s eyes. Al lifted the whip and prepared to strike a punishing blow but his arm was locked into place. James smiled as Al snarled in frustration. James laughed and said, “Don’t you know the rules have changed? Love conquers all. If your peers choose to love you, your hate will consume you until the least of men or women have revenge. You will continue to be front and center, covered with thoughts of love.” Al could no longer rule by hate and fear. Love was the beginning and the end, but more importantly, love was the center. Prompt: Center