Look Closely If You Can

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At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter

the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety

for everyone inside, security

the temps suggest a different manner.

 

Across the city another enclave

of soul seeker human condition airs

indifference as a blizzard ensnares

their grip on surviving a city cave.

 

Two worlds drawn as one to both be witness

a record breaking month of snow fallen

on a city left homeless and sullen

while neighborhoods are defined by address.

 

Look closely at the eyes quiet release

of pain of sorrow of some hope for peace.

Life Is Not A Ploy

Though there would be

immediate disagreement in one,

quiet satisfaction in another,

in the final hour,

one would realize if they did stop

to glance,

a world beyond their own device,

would, might

still exist,

and in that social fabric ignored,

a pain,

a fighting soul

whose rapture not found

might emulate

the sorrowful nature

of a discompassionate ploy.

 

Yes, simply a game,

beyond the reality of our terms,

defined by the human condition,

a banter of

despondent disregard

favors

only the regarded one …

or two, or three, or miles of more,

so difficult it is to understand

the lemings at my door.

Sleep Little Children

© ester rogers

© ester rogers

We are a fancy lot,

our trends, our needs, our visual aids,

yet we need to sleep,

no matter the place or time …

When you glance think of your comforts,

imagine a day without your favorite linens,

such hardships, such unfair realities,

then recall,

imagine …

There are those we take for granted,

we will never see them ,

though some have, and allow us to seek

humility.

Recognize how your stature

measures against one who has none,

yet due to the human condition,

sleep must still happen,

and yes, under God’s eyes,

that is sleep from the weary day.

Our children, beautiful in every way.

This Morning

I woke up to find the door to my home is open,

outside the temperature was below zero,

I walked through my family room and stepped off the carpet

to stand on my freshly polished wood floor,

to shut the door.

I suggested to a family member,

‘Would you please, shut the ‘front’ door?’

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I didn’t think about the man miles away

that slept under the bridge using cardboard

to shelter his tattered body

from the world’s ill effects.

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I felt the cool breeze move through my exposed walls,

and with frustration stood up to ignite

my gas fireplace, wondering where the remote

had disappeared to, probably under the couch,

sat down again and watched the flame

lick the glass wall.

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I didn’t look for the remote,

instead I ignored the notion

that there is someone nearby

without hat and gloves …

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Our new puppy just hopped up on the couch and gouged me

with an innocent paw,

bouncing across my laptop

causing me to have to backspace a few

mistyped letters on the keyboard.

I gently pushed her aside and drew my fingertips

along her soft fur, and she licked my monitor.

‘Damn dog,’ I thought to myself as I brushed her

off the couch and watched her toddle away.

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I remembered last night

I could hear a couple of coyotes

baying at the new moon,

in the arctic blast of an hour.

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I imagined how selfish I had become on today this special day,

when we celebrate our lives and family

with good food and football on

our LCD and Plasma TVs.

I watched our puppy move through the room

never thinking about being fed,

just checking her bowl

with a patient wag of her tale.

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I wondered about just how far my jaded healthy mind had gone to even begin to believe

my world was as difficult only because I wasn’t getting what I entitled myself to believe.

Society

People tend to run when noticed by others

They’d rather cry alone

People tend to run

Instead of recognizing sad truths

People wish to be removed

From serious interactions on a rainy day

Beside a cloudy morning

When eyes just begin to waken

Sunlight’s heat draws energy

Delightful to our skin

Refreshing and thriving

Well before a thought ever enters our mind.

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People tend to run when noticed by strangers

Hearts exposed their lives become

A deep expression

Of love’s forgotten memory

When we allow humanity to fester

In the common hallows of Society

Homeless and hungry

Playing tricks on the avenue

Fighting for game in the streets

Burglarizing our freedom for a fix

Yet each morning in the summer air

The sunlight beckons our physicality

Despite the sweat soaked garments that become home

Daily in our walks

Searching for food

Seeking a life

Away from the pain

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People tend to run when noticed by Society.

The Waiting

Tonight

While a fresh snow caresses

Every opportunity of land around me

I wonder in the quiet shelter

About the breeze that for me offers arousal

To my senses

Like a beating sun on a hot summer’s day

I recognize beauty in Nature’s

Extremes

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Alone

My world is far different than yesterday

When every motive drove my heart

Towards goals beyond my reach

Only to allow my soul

To regenerate its fury, pride

Could be felt

While the quiet skies drift slow overhead

Absolute

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Quiet

The fear that strays inside a mind

When voices remind us of our ills

Still is the night

When all of our ambitions

Become simple memory

Doors that close

Are only journeys that suggest

Challenge

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Solitude

Is where our intellects seek peace,

When the day’s traffic of completion

The avenues of accomplishment become

Cluttered with material angst

Lost souls

Always remembered but now forgotten

Beauty may stir in our heart

Recognize

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Homeless

In the arctic blast of winter’s wrath

Her mind remembers home or some

Different time when life could breathe

Yet tonight she will stay warm

Layers of resilience

Will melt away the tears

That pool in the earth below her soul

Elegance

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Justice

May cry out to every walking soul

To bury the demons of wealth and avarice

Look to the hurting masses

The sacrifices of our society

Open our hearts

Tonight, tomorrow and through the budding

Of spring’s flower pretty to every eye

Surreal

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We will be recognized when we lay ourselves buried

By the words they use to describe our truly kind soul