Oh, where did my America go?

Photograph taken from a balloon, five weeks after the terrible earthquake that struck San Francisco in 1906. From the air shows the devastation caused by the earthquake and subsequent fire to it. The photograph shows the area of ​​Nob Hill Road business district. The Fairmont Hotel in background at left. (Photo courtesy of Harry Myers).

Dark days and times are happening, and how much more will we take before we stand and say, “Let”s change back!’

Why do we do nothing in the times that are bad, when we have a choice to help?

Without home and life there is always way out.

Poem of an orphan.

This is a poem from the unspoken view. The homeless, the poor, and the hurting, are never mentioned much these days, due to an upsurge of political correctness. Those hidden, doesn’t mean they went away, they are invisible to those of the haves.

We are all special…

Poetry (Haiku)

A Senryu is an haiku but instead of centering on nature it centers on the human condition. In the winter, I count my blessing that I have a roof over my head and heat for my family. So many people, even in this rich country, do not and spend many nights shivering.

This is a short poem about those who couldn’t make it on there own, the homeless. They have no where to go. They can’t find work. They’ve lost in the game of life.