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Mother Theresa

Your loving hands
mother the sick, the strangers,
the homeless and the orphans.

You walk through the streets
of Calcutta and Bombay to find
these unfortunates;
hug and embrace them as God's jewels,
give them food, roof
and bed for their head.

You are a servant
ascended to the heavens
to be counted among the real stars.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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No Way No Way Blues

I am not rich
And I can't afford to feed all the homeless in Toronto
But there is food banks that they can go and get some food to eat
So that they do'n t starve
But the homeless instead of going to the food bank they stay in the streets
Of home and begs for money at the streets of home
But I don't give money because I know that they are not going to use it for Food but they will use it to buy alcohol and destroy their liver in no Time
What ashame
And for that I say no way no way

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Philadelphia Revised

The sad images of Philadelphia popped out of my eyes today
And I could see the streets of Philadelphia where the homeless sleeps
And freeze to death
While Politicians, doctors, Dentists, lawyers, teachers, and nurses get rich
Day by day
But the homeless freeze to death in the streets of Philadelphia and even die
But I have to ask all of you fellow americans where is your heart?
And doesn't charity starts at home first?
Don't you have anything at home that you could give away to the Homeless so they could have something either to wear or to eat?
Why can't we feed the homeless?
I can't understand you fellow Americans?
Please put yourself in their shoes for a day and try to picture what do they Have to go throw everyday
Is it right for the homeless to sleep in the streets and freeze and eventualy Die in the streets of Philadelphia?
Would you fellow Americans go few days without eating?
I don't think so
Why should the homeless that lives in the streets of Philadelphia starve?
Fellow Americans it is time to think about others and not just yourself Because others live In America just like you
Fellow Americans do you have a heart?
Fellow Americans did you ever learned to share what you have with Others?
Fellow Americans America is a sad world because we waste 98% of our Food at home, restaurants, and supermarkets
And all that wasted food ends up in the dump
It is so ashame and so sad at the same time
But the truth is that we are running out of food
And there is not enough food to feed anyone in America
But the cost of food keeps going up
Because we have to pay the American farmers who plants the food and Transport the food to the supermarkets

poem by Aldo Kraas
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song performed by by Poison
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That's What I Get For Loving You

(Kent Blazy/Neil Thrasher)
I start every day with a smile on my face
And the feel of a kiss on my lips
When the world plays to rough I can find a healin touch
Lifes never been better than this
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
There was a time I walked outside the lines
I only thought of myself
Then you sat me down turned my head around
Now, I put you before everything else
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
Love is a feelin I never knew much about
Forevers a word I never said until now
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you...

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Thats What I Get For Lovin You

(kent blazy/neil thrasher)
I start every day with a smile on my face
And the feel of a kiss on my lips
When the world plays to rough I can find a healin touch
Lifes never been better than this
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
There was a time I walked outside the lines
I only thought of myself
Then you sat me down turned my head around
Now I put you before everything else
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
Love is a feelin I never knew much about
Forevers a word I never said until now
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you
Thats what I get for lovin you
Heavens right here in my hands
A dream that is real and a heart that beats true
Thats what I get for lovin you

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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In The Virtual World

IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD

In the virtual world
I somehow am real-
I add to myself all the time
Without problem.

In the real world
I am less successful.
Less attention is paid
And I walk the streets of my own city
Unrecognized.

Praise is nice
And virtual praise also something I suppose
But a real embrace is something different.

One day soon too perhaps, you say,
Virtual embraces will be more than real ones
But it hasn't happened yet.

As it is now I am more real in the virtual world
Than in the real one.

No wonder I spend so much of my time here
Writing to strangers who have never smiled at me
And who I too am not really in touch with.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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May God Help The Poor Children

He help the homeless children the children of the street
He give them clothes and shelter he give them food to eat
He try to shield them from police the police no mercy show
And the glue sniffing children of the streets at their hands suffer so.

I watched a documentary on Guatemala the saddest I've seen for years
The crimes against the children moved hardened heart to tears
The police of Guatemala beat the street kids to death
How can men do such evil things and not live to regret? .

The street kids of Guatemala they know Bruce Harris well
He try to keep them from the streets from life of crime and hell
He try to shield them from police from cruel inhuman men
His is an uphill battle a battle hard to win.

He help the homeless children the children of the street
He give them clothes and shelter he give them food to eat
And may God help the poor children such suffering they go through
And God bless all those who help them and God bless Bruce Harris too.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I am Not Homeless

I am not homeless
there is a number on my door
a room mate cat quilt desk sofa
spray bottles under the sink.

I am not homeless
on the train initiated
showing a monthly ticket to the guard

I am not homeless
at my desk in the office
expected to talk beg
bring in the business
give them the business
business as usual or get the hell out

I am not homeless
in a world of obligation
scrambling to pay rent
electricity gas oil phone commutation
food food food

I am not homeless —
unless I am expected
to feel at home.

poem by J. Barrett Wolf
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Mother Moon (prayer)

Mother give me the strength to stand strong
Give me the courage to do whats right
Give me the life to live
And the wisdom to give good advice

Mother give me a life to touch
Give me the emotions to feel
Give me the knowledge to know when its false
And to know when its real

Mother give me the hand to hold
Give me the heart with which to love
Give me the eyes to look upon you
In that glittering sky above

Mother give me someone special
Give me love that knows no end
Your the Goddess in the Heavens
You are my mother and my closest friend

poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Streets Of Fire

When the nights quiet and you dont care anymore,
And your eyes are tired and theres someone at your door
And you realize you wanna let go
And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace
Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with
Streets of fire
Im wandering, a loser down these tracks
Im dying, but girl I cant go back
cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name
And when you realize how they tricked you this time
And its all lies but Im strung out on the wire
In these streets of fire
I live now, only with strangers
I talk to only strangers
I walk with angels that have no place
Streets of fire

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Sonnet: Heaven on Earth!

To hold my little child’s much tender hands;
To watch it’s innocently, sleeping face;
To walk along the sea-shore’s silver-sands;
To kiss my spouse and hug in tight embrace!

To eat the tasty food, my mother serves;
To hear a story told by Grand-mother;
To face one’s life of struggles with strong nerves;
To act per words of wisdom of father.

To say a word of ‘thanks’ to my teacher;
To be a humble servant to master;
To heed to advice good from my preacher;
To thank my God for warding off danger.

Such things on earth make Life, Heaven to me!
Such acts of love make lives blossom truly.

poem by John Celes
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Egyptian Revolution 2011

After 30 years
of silence and repression,
here they march on the streets
raising their voices
of discontent and neglect.

Here on the streets
the pros and cons in
the conflict meet
And the battle for
each other's interests.
is being waged.

Piles of stones and
stones after stones
are hurled at each other
as fists, and the more
powerful with their whips
and machineries of bullets
reign on the streets.

The unfortunates are counted
among the dead and wounded
The journalists, too, cannot
escape from blows and whips.

And yet they continue to gather
in broad day light and nights
dreaming for the rebirth
of their beloved Egypt.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Pureness Of Stars

The stars will reappear, suddenly,
Just like the sun and its planets.
The stars embrace me when fatigue appears,
A dormant spectacle of the stars.
I got tired of my music that sang,
My bodies are numbered one, the old age.
Roof of my tent is absurd, on this side,
As the rain and the sun glimmer and splatter.
My star called our star persuaded us to care
About the pureness of purposes conceived.
May your jewels of the soul be a fortnight away,
Must we just end this hope forever?

poem by Naveed Akram
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You should be treated like a dog.

A dog is born with 4 legs to walk on.
You have 2 and you trip up alot.
A dog is left to wonder the streets.
You have a roof over your head and a family to live with.
A dog is caputured and given to strangers.
You are sent to school to learn and make friends.
A dog is beaten then trained to fight others.
You just beat the hell out of people for fun.
A dog has a lower life span and lives it.
You just stay in your room and plan you next victim.
A dog can't control he's action he can't communicate.
You scream and shout at anyone you please.
A dog becomes reckless and they put him down.
You break the law and your allowed to walk.

Created: 29 Aug 2004

poem by James Bloom
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Homeless Childrens Covenant

So much bad news- about children being abused.
What kind of thoughts can go thru a molesters mind
Don’t they know they’ll be caught with time.

Do you know how many children have run away
Because in their house they could not stay.
At the time they think that the streets are their escape
But they don’t know that predators sit and wait.

They offer you food, a roof, and a bed to sleep
Once they get you - you’re in trouble deep.
They will tell you that you have no value, no worth
You’ve never been loved since your birth.

They’ll tell you that the only thing that you can do
Is give a sexual favor or two.
You have no money- no food
Just the clothes on your back
Against you the cards have been stacked.

No education and no place to live
What can you offer- what do you have to give.
They’ll say anything to get control
They want to own you body and soul.

Go to your local churches, or the YMCA
If they can’t help you, they’ll recommend a way.
There are places that you can go
Where they can help you- more than you know.

One of these is called “COVENANT HOUSE”
Helping boys and girls of all ages
Knowing each child has gone thru different stages.
A roof, a bed, food to eat
You can finally get off the streets.
They can help you turn your life around
And no more being put to the ground.
Giving you self respect, and it gets better yet.
A place where there is love abound
This is the place that many have found.

Many had to get out of an abusive family situation
But the streets is not your salvation.
There are kids younger than you
What do you think they’ve gone through.

Use the strength and knowledge
that you have gained
To help others of the same.

poem by Louis Rams
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I Walk These Streets Alone

I walk these streets alone why U ask, because that's all i know and the reason i'm so ignorant is because him always on the go
I walk these streets alone meeting customer after customer getting in and out of random cars
I walk these streets alone as if the streets are empty as i go on my devilish duty.
I walk these streets alone clueless to the danger surrounding me, as if him invisible to any danger.
I walk the streets alone as if every person i meet sees me as a stranger.
I walk these streets alone, as sad as it may seem i prefer my own company but at times i still get lonely.
I walk these streets alone but don't feel sorry for me, for i know what i'm getting myself into. and i know the consequences if i get caught
I walk these streets alone regardless of what I've been taught...

poem by Leon Scott
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The Orphan's Friend

Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
And will be to the end.

Be kind to the motherless,
Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
They have no mother now.

Be kind to the fatherless,
Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
In honesty and truth.

Be kind to the little orphans,
They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
For He says so in His word.

poem by Julia A Moore
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A letter which never sended

Last night I was a dream
About your house
Were the roof leaks everywhere
A green-painted house dull
I walk to the room
To the kitchen
To the front
The water to flood (inundate) on the floor
The water rose higher and higher
Flow to the visiting room
I walk to bend (bow, stop) and to walk on tiptoe,
I walk on tiptoe to avoid The water flood
Everywhere, from the front to backyard
I walk on zig-zag
Head made a low bow
To avoid the bird excrement
Much of bird cage hanged
On the roof

when the water to flood (inundate) increasing highest
to their food’ knee, -you still cook in the kichen
in the bend of the dull wall and moss-covered/mildewed
The water flood increasing and increasing on the foots
to the broken chairs
to wet, dampen the books which to scatter, spread everywhere
I could stop to find your mother anymore
she likes to codle me (to observe by holding in the hand)
when I was child: “She said, I just could walk
run around the kitchen, along the corridor
and riding the pedicab cycle
near the thing being dired/the wash
while playing the little car.”

To day i find your mother
In the overcast house
A green-painted house dull
Dull painted
Dark and overcast
The water to flood (inundate) on the floor
Everywhere
Just I found your mother walking stick
And her articial foot

poem by Prasetya Utama
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I Look At Life Differently

(3/30/12)

We all look at life in different ways
Most keep quite, while others have things to say.
I am not a vocalist - I am a writer as you can see
Politics don't interest me.

I write about things that I see and feel
Some are fiction, some are real.
There are many different forms of expression all around
Some with silence, many with sound.

Every time that I walk out of my door
There is so much that I'm grateful for
A roof over my head, a bed in which to sleep
And food to eat.

Yet there are so many questions in my mind
So many answers I've yet to find.
So many places I've yet to see
While looking for some company.

I pay my bills and have some fun
But I know I'm not the only one.
I live to love and I love to live
And I have so much to give.

My words and my heart are on my sleeve
For all to see, cause I live my life differently.
If you are to love me, love me for me
And not the way you want me to be.

poem by Louis Rams
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Message From Eid 3id

What is Eid 3id
Its about Forgeting your greed!
Get up off your feet

What is Eid 3id
give up your feast
Share your sweets with those crying begging in the streets
Go, wipe the tears of those children in need

What is Eid.3id
Take a walk visit the sick, poor and the old
Pray for the sick, feed the poor, keep the old warm
away from the cold

Im EID 3id, i'll be with you soon
The children, the sick, poor and the old
Every day they spend without a smile, is a lost day
If you have money, give to the poor
If you don't have money, go visit the sick give them hope
If you don't have money, with one touch you can take away the loneliness from the old and show them that you care
Let them Wear a smile as you know one size fits all
If you do this, Everyone will smile in the same language

Im Eid 3id
how beautiful to see a mother's face light up with a smile because her child is having something to eat, it shouldn't be like this we all diserve to smile in the same language

This Eid.3id
i will share with them what i have, and if they don't have a smile, I'll give them one of mine

Only then i can feel complete

On the day of EID 3id

poem by Salma. Torrez
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Philadelphia Revised

Shooting Star

That's What I Get For Loving You

Thats What I Get For Lovin You

In The Virtual World

May God Help The Poor Children

I am Not Homeless

Mother Moon (prayer)

Streets Of Fire

Sonnet: Heaven on Earth!

Egyptian Revolution 2011

Pureness Of Stars

You should be treated like a dog.

Homeless Childrens Covenant

I Walk These Streets Alone

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I am Not Homeless

Mother Moon (prayer)

Streets Of Fire

Sonnet: Heaven on Earth!

Egyptian Revolution 2011

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You should be treated like a dog.

Homeless Childrens Covenant

I Walk These Streets Alone

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