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“What was not seen”

“What was not seen” A mother comforts and cares She sees to her sons’ every need, she is always there She weeps openly out of love and pain For every hurt her son sustains Her love is evident for all … Continue reading

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Not Really Listening — Poem Excerpt by Gonzalez

From “Casa” by Rigoberto Gonzalez Tell me anything you want, I have to listen but don’t expect me to respond when you tell me you have lost your job or that your wife has found another love or that your … Continue reading

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“Following”

“Following” Death never sleeps Its rounds are endless, its judgment swift I follow death, on this my shift To save a life, this is my wish A new born child left out to die Death stops and looks, it walks … Continue reading

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Room to Grow, poem excerpt

From “A Special Day” by Roberto Juarez So this I say, for this I know Give your child the room to grow Be slow to anger and quick to forgive Remember, you too were once a kid

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“The Walk”

The Walk   Old enough to stand and take my hand We will walk and we’ll talk hand in hand I’ll tell you stories of long ago Stories of someone who has grown old I’ll measure my steps, so you … Continue reading

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the touch

“The Touch” Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the gutter. His face mirrors his life on the street, old before his time; despair and loneliness are now his life. Pride less, he … Continue reading

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“crack in the system” documentary , book of poems,

News flash to my readers, in june of this year a documentary named “crack in the system will be shown at film festival.  this was done by Marc Levin and is about crack cocaine in the 80″s, my son Nicholas … Continue reading

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