Posted in October 2019, Rhyme

At the Red Light

Cardboard sign saying “Need 25 Cents”

Middle aged lady

Looking tense,

Holds cardboard sign,

“Need 25 Cents”

Curious, I roll my window down.

“Just a quarter? Why?”

“I’m saving money,

A bus ticket to buy”

“My husband just died,

Family don’t care,

Want me to leave too,

But I need bus fare”

“A friend in Arizona

Told me she’d give me a room

I just need to get there,

Need to go very soon”

“So I’m saving quarters,

or whatever I can,

To leave this place,

That’s my plan.”

Only cash I had was a few coins.

“It’s all I have to give” I say

“It adds up” she smiles,

“Thanks for helping me today”

The light turns green,

I wave a quick Good bye,

“God Bless” I say

Thankful I took time to ask why.

In two minutes at a red light

It’s amazing what you can learn,

Just roll your window down,

And show some concern.

Rhyme

Posted in October 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

“Homeless—Single Mom”

Cardboard sign saying “Homeless—Single Mom”

Two little girls cry out in the night

“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight

A blanket of fear holds them tight

As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”

Sitting on concrete at the light

Her youthful trembling hands of white

Hold up a sign stating her plight

Holding back tears with all her might

Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight

To make their future bright

Rhyme

10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme

For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.

This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.

Posted in Choka, December 2018

The Green Raincoat

Green Raincoat

Love thy neighbor

Standing in the pouring rain

On a city corner

Not dressed for Winter weather

Yet he didn’t complain

Though he’s covered in raindrops

From his head to foot

He smiles and says he’s thankful

It’s not a hot, sunny day

Choka

Today was a wet, windy, winter day as Oregon winters usually are. I didn’t really want to be out in it but I needed coffee for tomorrow’s breakfast so I made a quick run to the grocery.

I left the store feeling pretty cheery as my coffee was on sale and the bottles I returned put an extra $2.00 cash in my pocket.

As I was driving out of the store parking lot I got stopped at the red light, where a young man in only a thin shirt and pants was standing holding a soggy cardboard sign that said “Anything Helps. Have a Blessed Day”

Feeling he must be pretty desperate to be out in this weather, I rolled down my window and handed him the $2.00 cash I had just gotten. He took it and said “Thank You”.

“It’s pretty rainy and chilly out here today” I said, making conversation as the light was still red.

Though he was soaked from head to foot he smiled and said it was better than a hot sunny day and that he would rather be wet from rain than sweat.

Even so, I told him there was a thrift shop in town where he might be able to get a raincoat free. He said he knew that but had to wait until next month to get his voucher.

The light turned green and I had to move on.

I called my daughter. “Do you happen to have a raincoat at your house that no one is using?” I asked.

“Just that green one you gave me last summer” she replied.

Ah, the Green Raincoat. I had found it in a box marked “Free” at a yard sale I was at this summer. I took it with me that day thinking my daughter or someone in our family could use it, but no one had. It had just hung on a hook waiting for this time in life. It’s purpose had been found. It was going to someone who really needed it.

The young man smiled as I returned and and gave him the raincoat.

“You have a Blessed Day” he said, as he put on the green raincoat which fit him perfectly.

Unwanted and discarded

Have you ever felt that way?

Banished, set free

Judged unworthy by those

Who don’t see your value

You go through life hanging ‘round

Waiting and hoping

The day will come when you

Are noticed, needed

Choka

Posted in December 2018, Etheree

On a City Sidewalk

Holding hands in prayer

God gave me an chance to pray for you

Today. A stranger whom I now know as

Lori. Twas a chance meeting.

God put me there in front of

You sitting in the cold,

Eyes filled with tears,

Homeless yet

Knew Jesus

And He

You

Etheree

God Bless You Lori. “He is the “God Who Sees You” and He will help you.