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POETRY CORNER
HOMELESS
Water soaks through shredded news
That’s wrapped around a hungry heart
And as I walk in heelless shoes
I wonder forth around the park.
The nights are cold and days are long
My mind replay’s where I went wrong
And rain will soak and wash my tears
Where strength resolves to show no fear.
And last nights meal was found in bins
Of salad tossed in throw out things
And smokes are found upon the floor
The stubbed out tabs I barter for.
The children stare as mums walk past
A school runs joy a nervous laugh
That sees no soul as thoughts are cast
Their eyes look down and cross the path.
My callused hands and grubby nails
Grip plastic bags that hold my life
And heelless shoes pace endless trails
That tread beyond this bitter plight.
by Pete Marshall
LOVE IS..
Love is
Love ever gives
forgives, outlives
and ever stands with
open hands,
and while it lives
it gives
For this is love’s
prerogative to give
and give and give
and give
by Ricardo Baker
Morethanwords/OCTOBER, 2013