Past Issues :: 2007 March 30 :: Street Poetry

From Me to You

By Chief

For an Indian I will admit poetry is over my head
Though I might wish my expressions are read
Mainly I want to express my thanks to you the people
Some days are great, some as hard as climbing a steeple
Today, I sit in my chair selling the paper every day
Tomorrow, I’ll take love, health, or happiness that comes my way
On the street I converse with a lot of folks out here
Maybe tomorrow it will be you I want to hear


We Are Worthy

By Dan Howe

There is much for you to give... as representative...
in terms of those... in America... as a whole...
But what is this whole... and who are they?
Does this whole... include the wild...
and all that live?
Can we bear... our children's children's stories told?
May we look ... beyond the nation's nights of cold...
to reveal the light of day?

Or will you turn... that brightness down?
I don't mean... our super grids... of power...
nor superficial standards... that our system sets...
I mean... do you allow... shining jewels on every crown?
Are rows of homeless... wretched weeds...
or gorgeous living flowers?
Does each present... a healing seed...
or disease the garden gets?

This is brilliance... for us to use...
Since it can't be silenced... nor caged... in cells...
Why view it in... some blindness...
a darkness... in our eyes?
It presents... a gift... we cannot lose...
a field... that can't be fenced...
a sale... that always sells...
Spirit is... every birthright... a source... that never dies...

It is this call... we encourage... or quell...
and it survives... no matter what we do...
ever rising... to meet our needs...
It's surprising... to see it... solve each spell...
and it thrives... despite...
some have no clue...
It deems... We are worthy...
of all... our deeds...
no matter... how insignificant... they seem...

This is for all of us...We are worthy...


Old men, marrying again?

By New Widow who learned too late about in-laws’ larcenous greed

Hey, you handsome, suave, delightful old men
Want to try to start your life again?
Want to marry, have a wife, and a lifetime NURSE?
Well...put substantial money into her trust fund FIRST.


Jewelry

By Rev. Write-On

Rush hour symphony
Man and machine make music
Horns of hell honking

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