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Street Roots • July 7-13, 2017
Poetry
Channel the Voice
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by Ron Sanford
by Anonymous
Walls, barriers, those impediments!
The doors are locked
from within and without
it seems, maybe not.
With no magic, or miracles
now to be seen
luck is just a lie
and you feel demeaned.
I had to talk to you in between interactions and noise from the
other members of our group or random events.
I only got a chance to express my interest in seeing you again.
If I could’ve had the chance to tell you why,
you would’ve had another night with little sleep.
But maybe dream about me too. I would tell you
your looks are only a small part of what makes me into you.
I love your confidence to be dorky and without regard
for other’s negative opinions.
I like how you listen to what people are saying,
not just hearing the words. I could never get tired of seeing
you look for the best in everyone, most of the time anyway.
Keep knockin’,
you're not dead
so sly but stumped
Be at peace, specific,
find the right doors
There is help
you're not alone
channel the Voice
I think your way of being thankful for what you have
and enjoying the moment is awesome. Above all, your
Smile sings to me, and I could really use more of it in my life.
Money's fleeting
friends are few
but trust is strong
Listen hard
be alert
the times are tough
Keep praying
And hoping
you will survive
The Longest Day
by Aileen McPherson
Summer fun you are no fun.
Burning burning down upon the ground,
around my home you do surround,
making all within and out roast and shout.
Bring our clouds back.
For far too bright are you,
who makes our life world come alive.
While others fight to survive
Until the cool of night.
Upturned faces seeking solace,
Hiding inside empty hollows where shadows swallow,
No sun follows.
Chase the rain down,
Before refrains died in the tide.
Drains wash tears of faces stained.
When will it rain?
How do you share health?
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Better health
together.
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