All the lost soul
That was mine
Is dead and living in heaven
I am happy that they
Are no longer in pain
I am so happy to know that they are
Resting in peace
Sleeping in there brass bed
In there room in heaven
Yes today I am a matured adult
And living my life to the fullest
Also I am getting older every year
I just can't stop that
Because it was my father that
Create life
With his holy hands
And life is very precious
Also father I don't want to die young
I hope to live until I am 80 years old
And the day I die
I will see my loved ones in heaven
Again
Father I am not in a hurry to die

I'm going to write this.
I say that to myself, and
to you, the reader.
Every time I sit down to
work on poetry lately,
I'm overcome by lethargy.
I look at the whiteness
and go blank.
I thumb through notes,
nothing.

The thought of
lying down for
a nap rides by on
a tri-cycle in
my mind.
I hated naps as a
child, they interfered
with my plans to
conquer the world.
The coolness of the
sheets subdued me.

Instead of admitting
complete defeat,
I say to myself,
Maybe, I will wake
up refreshed and
inspired.
Perhaps, the muse will
visit in my slumber.

I retire to the bed,
Mojo, one of my cats,
Join me at the
foot.
She is soon
dreaming of catching
the elusive moth that
has been bothering
her for days.
And I will dream of
catching words like
butterflies with a big net.

Marvelous looks the way
same route though everyday
amid leaves' rustles
and street hustles
walking jogging running
merrily with the nimble steps
skimming on winds
in an imaginary land
soft little fingers
slipping in and out
of the age worn hand.

Ten minutes to ten minutes fro
changes the landscape though
stiff barren dull sad heavy.

The trudge back
along the insipid land
with no hands to hold.

The landscape holds nothing..
it's all in the mind.

A random act of kindness
Imagine a better life a better world
one we can all be proud of
A  pipe dream,Perhaps
But what if?We gave

A random act of  kindness
to just one person Imagine!
Lives changed Love is in the air
forgiveness everywhere
Peace in every heart It ‘s plausible.

Where do we start?
A friend,A neighbor, The homeless
People don’t bother to see them.
Driving I saw a man sitting on the ground
Holding a sign with three letters on it VET

A small dulcet voice said, “help him”
as I passed him by Do I  turn around?
That would require 10 minutes
on the freeway out of my way.

I reasoned, On the way back,I bought
lunch and a cold bottled water excited
I hoped The man would still be there
But Scary Thoughts creeped in what if?
When I roll down the window to let the outside in, something bad happens

it’s a Quandary I look like easy prey
Friend or Foe,In Today’s climate, it’s dangerous,On the side of the road, by a freeway offramp I honked my horn.

Heart pounding I unrolled the window
I asked “What Branch of military Did you serve? “Army first battalion infantry
He snapped to, pop tall, and smiled
He had one tooth a thin ***** body,

  I saw A HERO,with respect and dignity. I thanked him for serving our country. I
Apologized for my meager attempt to make it OK. He asked,” I saw you before what made you come back? I heard a beautiful dulcet voice I said God told me to help you

He studied me for a moment Then grinned
God bless you, he said, as he walked away
I wondered Who was helping who. Do onto others, as you would have them do unto you. That man bled in battle to defend us

A random act of kindness will feed your soul Don’t let the right hand know
what your left hand is doing
Offer generosity in silence of others

Don’t help somebody and boast about  
how good you are
Your rewards are not of this world
You may not think it matters to the person you’re helping But what if it does?
“What would Jesus do? “ WWJD

Inspired songs
1) We Are The World
  By many famous singers
U.S.A for Africa 1985

2) Lean On Me 1972 by Bill Withers

3) Put Your Hand In The Hand
by Ocean 1971