Cold / Homeless Count 2018

Cold rain
Driving down the homeless man
Doing his best to live as he can
The world shattering all of his plans

Cold shoulder
And hostile stare
Coming from those
Who don’t want him there

Cold heart in the night
A policeman’s flashlight
and on the cold morn
Wishing sometimes to never been born

Cold numbers
Do the counting on the counting day
Give the impression we can stop this someday
But just to know the need hasn’t assured we’ll succeed.

Cold here outside
On the day he died
Maybe it was different
If someone really tried

Existence is a struggle
the fortitude which humans must muster
to get out of trouble
proves a warm heart has a lustre

Overcoming cold rain
cold shoulders
cold nights
cold numbers
the cold outside
the blizzard of life

Fortitude and kindness
dumb luck illumine
the world’s blindness
to suffering or need
world driven by greed

Homeless carry on
from dusk until dawn
refusing to behave
as only a pawn

refusing to give in
to bureaucrats’ sin
of following rules
set down by fools
who don’t have to sleep
in the street again

Cold rain
Cold shoulder
Cold heart in the night
Cold numbers
Cold here outside

Struggle for lustre
Fortitude and kindness
Homeless carry on
in the street
then it’s dawn,
night’s behind us

Poem 2016

Poem 2015

The day my parents named me

I make myself cry

Goodness in his heart

At home with the homeless

Author: Gerry

I welcome you to Sonomabuzz. I am Gerry La Londe-Berg. This started as a blog and immediately morphed into a poetry site. I started as a person and eventually morphed into a poet (among other things).

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