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August Poetry of the Streets

A gentle lady with Parkinson's/ slept in dark alleyways/ without curfew and/ abandoned houses without walls/ in lonely Cable Car Land/ She's not there anymore/ a concerned young man/ gave her his arm and/ brought her to the hospital/ from where she never returned


A homeless woman sits on the rain-drenched sidewalks on a cold day in San Francisco. Robert L. Terrell photo


Waiting For Housing

by George Wynn

A gentle lady with Parkinson’s

slept in dark alleyways

without curfew and

abandoned houses without walls

in lonely Cable Car Land


She’s not there anymore

a concerned young man

gave her his arm and

brought her to the hospital

from where she never returned


For Heaven’s Sake

by Claire J. Baker

I write words

to uplift the homeless


keep plying my pen

inking words across


the page as if I were

a sage with glowing script


a formula to help homeless

formally rise & fly


above the streets, beyond

sheets of dust, blankets


of smoggy stars

noxious exhaust of cars


pulling in my wake

on a cord of words


a horde of homeless, freeing them

however long for heaven’s sake.

Dancing in Jail

by Carol Denney

there was a homeless woman

who kept to herself

gently singing and dancing

we asked why she was here in jail

she smiled and said

it was a misunderstanding

and kept dancing


Street Meditation: Compassion

by Claire J. Baker

How different we are & how the same

wherever you go I too shall go.

I do & do not know your name,

so different we are & so the same

your cup & sign, I with shame

wondering if you’ll ever know

how much we differ yet are the same

that wherever you go I too shall go.


Starting from Scratch

by Mary Meriam

So high on a mountain

I build a tent

live with spiders

crawling on the floor

and my eyes, and a frog

in the pot of leaf tea.

No one’s around for miles

the wind brings rain

through the forest.

I am down to one potato.


Friendship Ring

by Mary Meriam

Please be my friend—always

And hold my hand—once in a while

I ask you humbly—within reason.


Please be loyal to me—within reason

Friends suffer—once in a while

But stand by me—always.


Please give my heart—within reason

A place to rest—always

A chance to fly—once in a while.

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