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STATUE OF LIBERTY

STATUE OF LIBERTY

If the Statue of Liberty could talk,

What would she say to citizens today?

She might say, “I would not give the keys to my heart

To everyone by capricious whim.

There are those I would keep out,

And those I would invite in.

I would open the doors each day

And smile at those who come to work or pray,

An island greeting those who are ready to share,

The opportunities and love discovered here.

Those who come with bigotry and hate

And those who haven’t learned to celebrate

Differences,

I would ask them to wait.

My land is home for the weary, a place of hope,

A place they can adjust and learn to cope,

A place to shake fear from timid heart,

Leaving violence behind and getting a new start.

The keys to my heart would only be given

To those with new lives to begin.

This country was founded on blood, grit, and tears.

On that basis I have lasted for years.

To those who are here to prey

And steal all precious dreams away,

There should not be left any doubt.

I would select many to come in,

But there are those I would keep out.”

August 4, 2017

DEBBIE

                SHE FORGOT TO WRITE HER NAME

She was in a rush, at least walking fast.

I thought she might walk on past,

But she didn’t.

She became intrigued by what I was asking.

Asking questions about what her friends knew,

And when they knew it, sort of presidential questions.

“Who are you, and why are you questioning them?” she asked.

“It’s a fun way of finding out more information about friends,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, evidently not convinced.

“Put down ten questions about yourself with answers,” I said.

“Everybody has secrets, more than what you read.”

She was convinced suddenly, and her questions flowed like water in a stream,

Tumbling one after another, as in a rapidly growing dream.

“I want to see what you see when you talk about me.”

Then she blurted, “I want you to make a poem about me!”

In case you are ready to assign blame,

Debbie is her name. Also known as ‘LIL Debbie.

She loves being a grandma with nine kids,

And loves her own three children, if you should ask.

She loves to travel, evidently enjoying the company of others,

Every day she does extra things that make people smile,

 whether it’s a friend, a patient or a stranger.   

She’s married and she loves the food her husband cooks.

Debbie is a shopper extraordinaire, using coupons to have fun

But still stay on a budget.

Debbie was a single mom with three children and three jobs

For many years.  That kept her strong through the years of tears.

Debbie might ask anyone some questions, as I found out.

She wants answers that don’t leave any doubts.

She had to scramble to keep up with her kids,

And she learned to be a multitasker in order to cope.

Debbie is an optimist with lots of hope. 

If you want more information look for her smile,

Then sit her right down and chat for a while.

June 24, 2017

FOR THE SECOND TIME

Three months ago I closed my mind,

Folded it into sections,

Packed it away forever.

I had given up, called it quits,

Knowing that I could not exist

On the meager portion of life

That was parceled out to me.

Parkinson’s Disease was strangling me,

Slowly but surely.

I was not able to walk without pain.

My driver’s license was rescinded.

Friends and relatives stayed away.

My source of writing had dried up.

My muse avoided me.

I still put on a happy face

But inside I was crying.

 

Two months ago I was encouraged

One more time to try medications

New to me though thousands of years old.

EDB

Not something I had wanted to use

Cannabis led to harsher drugs

Took away initiative and drive,

Brought death and destruction

And was illegal.

But I was desperate to relieve pain.

Like a cautious mouse

I nibbled.

My thoughts clarified

I began to relax.

The severe muscle cramps disappeared

Walking and other exercises brought hope.

Side effects were positive.

I nibbled some more.

The sky didn’t fall, my life wasn’t over.

It was just beginning

For the second time.

 

4/21/2016

Dan Roberson

 

 

 

Trust and Hope

New Hope-Lambertville Bridge-New Jersey approach

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When silence crept into the conversation,

She saw bitterness in his eyes,

When the truths she had claimed about herself,

Turned out to be just lies,

That’s when two broken people,

Decided to put their former lives behind,

And began building bridges made of trust and hope,

Choosing together to have a love that binds.

In the Dead of Winter Springs Hope

The cold winter winds came in gusts,

Each seemingly stronger than the one before,

Eric’s thin coat was pulled as tight as it could be,

But it was no match for the icy fingers that tore,

 

Yes, simply tore into him the moment he left,

The wind showed no mercy, just like the judge,

Who kicked Eric out of his house, his protection,

Eric could have refused to budge,

 

It was a financial winter but his funds had been invested,

Eric was prepared but it was worse than he feared,

Investors and scammers slipped away with his funds,

His assets were frozen and then disappeared,

 

The rich were getting richer, the poor begged for food,

Why should Eric fight anymore for his rights,

While lawyers working for rich men tore into him,

With their icy words they gave him sleepless nights,

 

Through the winter wonderland he now trudged,

Leaving a trail through the gathering snow,

Wondering how he had lost control of his life,

What would become of him, he did not know,

 

 

 

There was nothing Eric could do in times like these,

When his world was turned upside down,

His job was gone, his family had departed,

Foreclosures and hardships were everywhere in town,

 

The wind laughed derisively knowing Eric would not last,

Pushing him this way and that until in a heap,

He collapsed, making a thump against a door,

Rousing a widow who was trying to sleep,

 

She overcame her fright and opened the door,

Discovered a man and she was filled with dread,

She pulled him into the warmth of her home,

Overjoyed when she found he was not dead,

 

The next few days as his life hung in the balance,

The widow was determined that he would not die,

Through feverish dreams she stayed with him,

While he fought the demons he wanted to defy,

 

He was sliding down into winter’s cold sleep,

When she lay upon him her full body length,

A warmth he remembered that made life worthwhile,

The warmth of her body brought him strength,

 

In those moments his life began to change,

From silent depths, from despair to desire,

She brought him through an emotional range,

And within the ice started a raging fire,

 

She wanted him to love and live again,

And to awaken to a fresh new start,

Winter’s cold wind gave way to spring,

As flowers bloomed so did his heart,

 

The world around still needed repairs,

But Wall Street was recovering and going strong,

The widow’s house became a refuge,

For others were escaping from a world gone wrong,

 

They helped all that were driven their way,

Began a new society built on love, not wealth,

Where people found new happiness,

And recovered their mental health,

 

 

Even when the world and winter’s cold icy blasts,

Tried to destroy all within their respective scopes,

The power of love was so much stronger still,

Able to conquer all fears and bring new hopes,

 

The power of one made a difference,

Just one woman taking a chance,

Who opened her door to a stranger,

And opened her heart to change and romance.

 

 

 

Christmas Blessing

Blessed at Christmas

Sometimes I am calloused by the hardness of the world. Rarely am I surprised by the kindness of others. But, this Christmas, I saw the generosity of one person bless a family with many needs. Because I witnessed this kind act, I became one of those blessed and I experienced first-hand the true meaning of Christmas.
I had heard much about this individual through my co-worker. She spoke highly of his character, his family, and his spirituality. It was his actions with strangers, however, that convinced me he truly was a compassionate person.
After hearing the plight of one family in the City, this individual donated a very generous amount of money to insure one family would be blessed on Christmas morning.
His assistant went on several shopping sprees and selected unique and tailored gifts for each family member. The shopping was done over a two week period and his monetary gift was stretched by purchasing items on sale, using coupons, and asking for additional discounts. The children were able to get things they needed as well as things they wished for.
I went on some of the shopping forays as items were selected and purchased. Sometimes, I sought out gifts and offered suggestions and was excited to see things chosen that the children might like. The items were wrapped, stacked neatly, and checked off as each child’s quota was filled. Finally, all the presents were purchased and ready to go.
The oldest daughter, 15, received boots, a coat, a blanket, an outfit and a karaoke machine. The next child, 12, was given a CD player, blanket, magician set, coat, outfit, and shoes. The next boy, 8, was the recipient of shoes, a coat, an outfit, a blanket, CD player and an art easel. The youngest girl, 5, got shoes, an outfit, a coat, blanket and a Dora the Explorer kitchen. The mom received socks, lotions, a candle, and dish towels. All five members of the family also received large red stockings full of delightful surprises!
On the day the presents were to be delivered, the benefactor was out of town and could not be there to play Santa so I got to go in his place. My car was loaded up, filling the trunk and back seat to capacity. My co-worker sat on the passenger side, holding one of the larger presents.
The mother was called and we were given consent to deliver the packages directly to their home. It was late afternoon on the 22nd when we drove downtown. We passed graffiti and barred windows, vacant and vandalized businesses. Groups of men stood around, talking and smoking, watching warily at passersby.
Two houses down in the middle of the city, we stopped in front of a small, rundown house. We walked carefully up the iced over rocky driveway and knocked on the door. A woman opened it cautiously. We talked to the woman for a moment and then returned to the car. We gathered armfuls of presents and proceeded into the house. Imagine the family’s wonder when we asked, “Where do you want all the presents?”
In the dimly lighted room, we could see all four of the children waiting on the couch, trying to contain their excitement. Their eyes were bright with anticipation and their broad smiles spoke volumes without saying anything. We placed the presents on a table and brought back more. Again, we left and returned, each time bringing in more presents. By now, the kids had seen names on the packages and were dreaming big. Each time we were greeted with an enthusiastic “Thank you! Thank you!” And each time, their eyes grew wider and their smiles broader. And each time they remained polite and patient anxiously waiting to see what came next.
We told them several times, “We are just elves. These gifts are from a man who loves children. He just wanted to bless you and wish you a very merry Christmas.” When all the presents were stacked inside, we said goodbye. The children thanked us again as we left.
As we drove towards the freeway, I knew I had been part of something special. This family had been given hope. They had seen that some people in the world really care. They had been blessed. I, too, had seen lights dancing in their eyes and watched their faces fill with hope. There was a lightness to my thoughts as I remembered how one person touched many. I, too, had been touched and I went forward with new purpose.
From that experience I realized the true spirit of Christmas is not about getting presents. It’s not even about giving presents to family or friends. It’s about reaching out and blessing those who face another dark and dreary Christmas. Some families have little hope because comforts and joy have been pushed aside by poverty and hardships. For those families, Christmas lives only in dreams. But, sometimes, there are earthly angels who bring dreams to reality. I want to one of those earthly angels and reach out to strangers with needed supplies and gifts of hope. I don’t have the monetary means of those with wealth, but I can do something. This Christmas I’ll help in shelters helping dish out food, help in a hospital’s children’s ward, or visit shut-ins. My world has grown larger and my future brighter. I will bless someone this year.