17 Saturday Nov 2018
Posted in FOWC with Fandango, Poetry
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#FOWC, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, exploitation, Fandango's One Word Challenge, homeless, impose, life, man, Night Owl Poetry, uncaring, writing
How often we impose on our fellow man
By simply robbing him blind, of his wares
Exploitation, abuse, since time first began
Yet, you still wonder why, nobody cares
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29 Monday Oct 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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#poetry, #RonovanWrites, animals, cruel, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, homeless, hunger, Night Owl Poetry, people, poems, poetry challenge, strike, Winter, writing
With winter’s cruel strike
The Earth offers no comfort
Many will hunger
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger
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02 Saturday Jun 2018
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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#darkpoetry, #poetry, alcohol, dorindaduclos.com, drugs, forgotten heros, homeless, life, mental health, Night Owl Poetry, poems, PTSD, veterans, War, writing
Life offers no comfort, to the ones who came back lost
Those whose minds, were taken, but really, at what cost
Trying to find the place, where last they knew their names
In a country that misunderstands, and never takes the blame
Locked inside, their restless souls, unable to assimilate
Homeless, lying in the street, oblivious to their fate
The drug of choice, so many, as they try to ease the pain
I pray to God, that someday, they’ll come back home, again
Smiling, gladly welcomed, by those they left behind
No longer in that empty space, that lingers, in their mind
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24 Saturday Mar 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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#poetry, cold, compassion, cruelty, dorindaduclos.com, faceless, homeless, humanity, life, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shelter, word prompt, writing
They remain faceless
Lost, in an unforgiving world
Humanity, is tasteless
On the streets, their lives, unfurled
Sneers from others, laughter
People can be so cruel
Life is a living disaster
Why isn’t this unusual?
Homeless, they fight the sun
Before night and cold alight
Hoping to find anyone
Praying for those who might
Show compassion, lend a hand
Find them shelter from the cold
For they are, just as we are, human
Hoping, they too, can grow old
The Daily Post: Faceless
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01 Friday Dec 2017
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#poetry, changing seasons, cold, dorindaduclos.com, fear, forgotten, homeless, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, street life, writing
The rustle of dried up leaves
No welcome sound to ancient ears
Another season comes to an end
Autumn’s gone, as winter nears
How he hates the cold, dark days
When the wind whips through his bones
How he longs for summertime
When warmth is offered, as his home
Cardboard walls, no privacy
Kicked about by strangers feet
Unaware, that he lives there
To them it’s just another street
On days where he can stand the cold
He sits, bundled in a threadbare coat
Hoping they’ll notice how hungry he is
Carefully reading his scribbled note
Most will only smile, in dismay
Not really knowing what they fear
And he sits on the sidewalk, outside his box
As his darkness draws another tear
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