Homeless Shelter
shopping carts are being pushed away
blankets are being carried away
sleeping bags are in high demand
tents are hard to fasten to the ground
i like it better by the church
the prayers of all the little ones
surround my head where their little feet were at
on a rug just outside the door
that is where i lay
a homeless
today
poem by Charles Hice
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Carried Away
I dont take my whiskey to extremes
Dont believe in chasin crazy dreams
My feet are planted firmly on the ground
But darlin when you come around
[chorus]
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I even realize the ride Im on
Baby Im long gone
I get carried away nothin matters but bein with you
Like a feather flyin high up in the sky on a windy day
I get carried away
It might seem like an ordinary night
Same ol stars same ol moon up high
But when I see you standin at your door
Nothins ordinary anymore
[chorus]
[chorus]
Carried away
song performed by by George Strait
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Blessings Tears Offered In Prayers Prayed
in this quiet house built on high ground
burns sacred incense with prayers
prayers prayed for souls of our drowned
sandalwood smoke in longevity rises
blessings tears offered in prayers prayed
in house on high ground purchased
father’s words echo build on high ground
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Homeless
Homeless;
- Down by the muddy Mississippi
Skinny as a rail,
Sleeping under the old Eads bridge
Feeling low, dirty, and frail -
Homeless;
- With less than two coins
In both pockets,
Empty eyes
Look through sunken sockets -
Homeless;
- So many people walk right on by
I wonder how many care,
They all keep moving
Even though they stare -
Homeless;
- Lost a job
Lost a home,
Lost a family
Lost all hope -
Homeless;
- Where will I go from here
What should I do,
I'm so thankful when the weather's fair
And the skies are blue -
Homeless;
- Don't know the day nor season
And, yea, it sure gets cold at night,
I've got an old sleeping bag
I'll be alright -
Homeless;
- There's so many of us out here
Without a home,
Even so
I feel so very alone -
Homeless;
- It's a tough situation
Not pretty, just true,
And at any time
It could happen to you -
Homeless;
- Hey buddy...
Could you spare a dime,
And say a prayer for us
... sometime -
- I'm just homeless, not less human...
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Shopping Bags
I hate these shopping bags
They weigh my body down
They keep me on the beaten track
They break every bone in my back
To a doctor's note i must defer
My life, I do concur
For what may be must be
And what may not be cannot see
I'll throw away my shopping bags
And see how far you throw me
To Guava, Java, Bali, Mali
To study, to lecture, to teach, to hurt
To suckle the teat of wisdom that does not exist
But whatever the sucklers say
The revolution has begun
It is within our hearts and minds
Because if one human, not a man nor a woman
Can preach like John Paul to mass
Like Darwin to a class
Like Kennedy to a nation
Like King for a tiny piece of salvation
Then we can all dropp our shopping bags
poem by Matt Pocock
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The Ex-husbands
(This is first-person fiction and the ex-husbands are stereotypical)
'I tried to make it work -
I always tried really hard,
every, every time.
But I guess I must have
tried too hard because
I spoiled them rotten and
then, of course, they were
rotten.
Most of them live downtown
now, and they do seem to be
making progress.
Some of them even have
their very own shopping-carts.'
poem by Nancy Ames
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Suitcases Don't Have Wings
Small bags big bags
Black bags white bags
Suitcases hey hey hey
For work and for play
Crammed full of things
Suitcases dont have wings
White bags black bags
Complete with one-way tags
Dragging us down
Ever closer to the ground
All the time they sing
Suitcases dont have wings
Big bags small bags
That behind us we drag
Past present and future
We cram so much in n' gotcha
We've been forgetting
suitcases dont have wings
All bags every bag
That we painfully drag
Drop them at jesus feet
Cause all ur needs he'll meet
Suitcases hey hey hey
They get in the way
Drop them if you want in
Suitcases dont have wings
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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I will continue to distribute blankets, sleeping bags, warm clothing and food on a regular basis, in the hope that my modest efforts will give some comfort to those people we are able help.
quote by Mohamed Al-Fayed
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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That's How The Story Told, Goes
Why can't we continue to pretend,
None of us have been troubled...
By the existing of the current events?
We had no problem with the knowing,
There were debts to pay.
It seemed yesterday to have been okay!
And ignoring those homeless and hungry,
Being left alone pushing their belongings...
In shopping carts obvious to all on city streets.
Didn't they choose for themselves...
To trade in their dignities,
With a choice to live like they do...
With little to nothing to eat.
That's how the story told, goes.
Why is it 'today'...
Those same delusions we then embraced,
Are from us being chased away?
Is there another chapter in this story,
Unknown yet to be told to unfold?
Something in the midst,
Is not being fair or realistic about this.
Why can't we continue to pretend?
And why is it from those dead,
We seem to learn our lessons?
After the passing of chapters,
Have to us been read?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Be'th This?
What be'th a Hindu drinker? ...
A Taj, Maholic.
What be'th a church teetering to the side of a cliff,
that sells shopping bags? ...
A Sac-ri-ledge.
Who be'th a yarn teller that is the farmer? ...
A knit-picker.
poem by Michael Gale
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Brown Paper Bag
Brown paper bag
Squalid incomplete
slumped to the side of the street
Like unwanted sacks of garbage
She left her track her smell
And like the brown paper bag
She had travelled well
She had a whole world in her head
Her first love
The man she wed
And the drink and the smoke
And the four o clock bloke
That returned with a bottle in a brown paper bag
And better days before
When she had carried her first round fruit
When the brown paper bag was waxed new
And he carried his bride to the door
Then the four o clock bloke
Full of stale wine and stale smoke
With a bottle in a brown paper bag
How he called her a hag
And that first punch to the floor
And the brown paper bags fell by her side
Crumpled and stained
And the liquor cans and the four o clock man
Who never spoke
Left her broke
Bones shattered in pieces
Flesh bare to the wind
Body out on the street
Skin tanned dirt brown
Hair matted locks
And two brown paper bags tied with string to her feet
yvette m smith 11.2.09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Cold Feet and Other Objects.....
Huddled within a blanket
In a camping chair
Thats not quite right
Blinds down to shade the sleeping
Concerned over my failing sight
Gazing with disgust that HE over there
Stole my bloody bed!
Nose dripping with the draught dear
Which dances around my head
Feet as cold a kippers
Swaddled to avoid the floor
Laminates quite nice dear!
But bloody cold slips beneath the door
I'll brave china tiles for a tea dear
Exiting the blankets charm
Goosebumps, goose stepping
Rubbing my chilly arms
Head upstairs on itchy carpet
As the privvys in urgent need
It must be pretty cold dear
Five times ive already wee'd
Latch up and enter in dear
Why are bathrooms so coldly tiled
But wait! ive entered feet heaven
Sumptuously they are beguiled
Ahhhh....
Memory foam mat
I think its you that i do so adore
I seem to remember you made me smile
At least five times before
I think i should just stay seated
No need to lift my feet
Cold feet no longer an issue
Nay.... just a cold
Toilet seat
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Ooh Boy
Ooooooh.....
Woo, woo ,um, um, yeah, yeah
Woo hoo
Verse 1: Terry
(Ooh) Well theres somethin bout the way
I feel when you look at me (Ooh Boy)...yea
(Ooh) It dont matter come bother me
Come close so I can see whats in store..yea
(Ooh) Got what I want I need somethin ne*ce*ssa*ry (Ooh Boy)...ooh... yea
(Ooh) Well its taken over me
When you make me feel that way (Ooh Boy)...Ooh
Chorus:
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me
Verse 2: Rhona
(Ooh) My body starts to shake
And I shiver... earthquake (Ooh Boy)...um yea
I say (Ooh) So sexy so freaky
Smellin so good so sweet (Ooh Boy)...Ooh
I say (Ooh) the way you talk to me
It just knocks me off my feet (Ooh Boy)...Ooh Ba-by
I say (Ooh) Its taken over me when you make me feel that way (Ooh Boy)...Ooh Ba-by
Chorus
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top (Top yeah)
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me (Down)
Bridge (En Vogue):
Ooh...Ooh Boy
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Chorus
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me
Ooh...
song performed by by En Vogue
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Love Profound
As she walks along barren ground,
Flowers develop beneath her feet
Yellow daffodils surround
And rise up from concrete
The air is the essence of holidays
Exuberance to all abounds
Through her magic gateway
Hear the melodious sounds
Electricity courses through me
Charged with shear delight
A kiss from her and I am free
To heaven, my heart takes flight
Like fairy dust sprinkled on my head
My feet never touch the ground
I am drowning but do not dread
For it is in her love profound.
poem by T.James Becker
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The Prison Door (Clangs Open)
the prison door clangs open,
the man in me set free.
with nothing left
but the clothes on my back,
and feet that know
the way home...
rain begins to fall
with the coming of night.
i seek shelter beneath a bridge.
staring into the blackness
i see, i think i see...
one solitary star.
a star that tastes like bread,
and meat scorched by the flame.
that feels like warm blankets,
clean sheets, the bare skin of a woman.
a light that pours, invades a room,
and fills the room with living.
water drips down my face,
mixes with tears...
my fists open and close,
my mind the same.
and all the sounds of the night
become the sounds of breathing.
the prison door clangs open,
the body carried on a stretcher.
the lights flashing turn off,
no more need to hurry.
the driver stares blankly,
tires whisper prayers on wet roads!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All those people whose faces decorate the shopping bags of Barnes and Noble, with a few exceptions, would never get published today.
quote by Mark Crispin Miller
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Carried Away
(barry gibb/albhy galuten)
There you are
Shiny as a morning star
Its a figure of speech
But youre still out of reach
You never told me loving you could be so wrong and right
And its gonna be a lonely night
I turn to you
You turn away
Youre looking at someone else
And here am i
Loving you more and more
Weve got an open door, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Cest la vie
So you wanna play another part
Can you say goodbye
Can you live a lie
Shell never give you what I gave you was my breaking heart
Better than I ever knew
And if you can live without my love
Youre really gonna be alone
And here am i
Walking against the crowd
Calling your name out loud, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Carried away
Baby there aint no final word
Ill be yours again
I got a world of tenderness
Yours until the end
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Pushed One Time To Many
Lying here once again on the ground
After taking yet another long, hard fall
I reach out my hand for any of you to help me
But nobody's there
I try
I struggle
I'm on my hands and knees
I try to push myself back onto my feet
But it's useless
Because you people keep stepping over
Or worse
You keep stepping on me
Why?
Because, none of you care
It's hard getting back on my feet
After a number a low blows and a good hard push
Has left me bleeding here on the concrete
All I hear is
'Don't give up'
'You can do it, just get back up'
But maybe I don't want to get back up
Maybe I'm finally ready to admit defeat
Maybe you've pushed me one times to many
And this time I've finally had enough
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Secure Yourself
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed
Through the thunder I could hear you scream
Solid to the air I breathe
Open-eyed and fast asleep
Falling softly as the rain
No footsteps ringing in your ears
Ragged down worn to the skin
Warrior raging, have no fear
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
Im kneeling down with broken prayers
Hearts and bones from days of youth
Restless with an angels wing
I dig a grave to bury you
No feet to fall
You need no ground
Allowed to glide right through the sun
Released from circles guarded tight
Now we all are chosen ones
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed
Through the thunder I could hear you scream
Solid to the air I breathe
Open-eyed and fast asleep
Falling softly as the rain
No footsteps ringing in your ears
Ragged down worn to the skin
Warrior raging, have no fear
Secure yourself to heaven
Hold on tight, the night has come
Fasten up your earthly burdens
You have just begun
Secure yourself to heaven
(in the ink of an eye I saw you bleed)
Hold on tight, the night has come
(through the thunder I could hear you scream)
Fasten up your earthly burdens
(solid to the air I breathe)
You have just begun
(open-eyed and fast asleep)
Secure yourself to heaven
(no feet to fall, you need no ground)
Hold on tight, the night has come
(allowed to glide right through the sun)
Fasten up your earthly burdens
(released from circles guarded tight)
You have just begun
(now we all are chosen ones)
Now we all are chosen ones
(secure yourself to heaven)
Allowed to glide right through the sun
(hold on tight the night has come)
Released from circles guarded tight
(fasten up your earthly burdens)
Now we all are chosen ones
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Boy Scout
I went grocery shopping and offered the use of
my preferred shopper card
to the old man in front of me who forgot his.
I drove my friend to work,
he would've been late.
I let a homeless girl with kid, dog and cat
stay here last night even though
I’m allergic to them.
I pushed with my hands
then pulled with my car
a broke woman
broken down in
downtown traffic
then told her how to fix her car;
I’m a fuckin’ boy scout.
poem by Jon Edward Walker
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