With all her possessions in sacks in her wagon she is homeless…we assume

and we wonder how one lives without a house

without four walls…

without a room.


We often see her in the morning as we take our daily walk.

We’ve tried to engage her in conversation…but never will she talk.


She turns her back when she sees us coming…the moment we appear

and we walk away in sadness….wondering…how did she get here?


Living on our streets and benches as basic human contact she eludes.

How does she bathe?

Where is her family?

What does she do for food?


Our Florida winters are mild but as the days unfold

we have our share of thunderstorms

we have our share of cold…


And what does she do in summer

when she’s living on the street

when under a tree or awning

are the only places to escape the heat?


I know everyone’s life has a story

from birth to death and all times in between

but I can’t imagine in her youth

this is the ending she’d foreseen.


We don’t know what to do for her

this lady with all her sacks

so every time we see her we smile 

in the hope she’ll smile back…


And that smile perhaps will lead to acceptance of the the friendship we’re extending…

and a chance to change the story of her life


into a happy ending.

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One Step

Rebellious Poems

One step,

That's all you need

One step

To fall in the abyss

To live in the shadows of the forgotten

To die a mediocre death

One step and no circumvention from it

No matter how much gold borders the edge,

No matter how much fame holds you in place.

One step it is all it takes,

Subsistence is daily,

Your utopia is death,

And your inferno is life.

One step,

It’s all it takes,




Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant to resemble the reality that no matter how rich and famous you are you are always one step from being homeless no matter who you are. This is meant to raise attention to the fact that homless people and us are one in the same; that the reason they are there is not because their action's. Most home less people today are on the streets are due to the fact of suddend and unexpected changes whether in the economy, job loss, medical problems, or even the goverment not complying to pay what is due to someone. This can happen to YOU and by murphy's law don't take this statement lightly.

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They found him sleeping in the park…

the children immediately made a fuss

“He has no tag, he must be a stray,” they said…

“Can we take him home with us?”


“He’s so skinny.” they implored. 

“No telling the last time he was fed.”

Dad cautioned,“ But he’s so dirty and smelly.” 

“He just needs a bath!” they said.


“We’ll take good care of him.” the children begged.

“No longer will he roam."

“After all,” they looked at him with eyes wide open,

“every dog deserves a home.”


Dad looked at his children…looked at the dog

then smiled graciously…

The children had their dog…

and the dog…a family.


This seems like a happy ending…

but only partially so….

for in that same park slept a homeless man

he, too, with no place to go.


He, too, was dirty and smelly

with only the park bench for his bed

He, too, was very skinny…

Who knows the last time he was fed?


Both man and dog were in the park.

Both could use a helping hand.

But the family opted to help the dog.

and ignore the homeless man.


We don’t know how the man came to be there

and the dog will never tell.

And, yes, helping the dog is wonderful…

but shouldn’t we help the man as well?


What kind of world are we living in

when we will help stray dogs whenever we can…

but we will step over, walk right by, walk around…

and ignore the homeless man?


There are many homeless people in our country…

too many to catalogue….

I wonder…what would it take show them the same compassion…

the same love and caring…


we show our homeless dogs?

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