Is The Thrill Gone Away

Poem by: Kemy2U

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IS THE THRILL GONE AWAY

Is the thrill gone away

Do I have nothing more to say

This is the day I have silently prayed never to come

I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums

My mind is trying to stay afloat

Waves rocking against my paddle boat

I…

Do you see what I mean

My thoughts have never been this far in between

However, I’m somewhat tinkled pink

Fingers gliding as I think

Giving everything I got bedsides the kitchen sink

Is the thrill really gone away

Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey

Mentally flowing day by day

Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay

So many things the mind goes through

The Highs the Lows

The Mental Blues

Hey, I did like someone’s poem today about the homeless

I can’t fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address

No comforting shoes

Salvation for them is so long overdue

As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs

We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime

Let alone lend an ear of our time

Its cold outside

I’m sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cry

Guilt never shields their pride

As a society of people we take their untidy presence in stride

The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold

A sight to others to behold

Pushing my cart without a care in world

You know I was once a working girl

My husband’s jeweled pearl

Mishaps and bad decisions has gotten us here

We make it together daily through the grief of our tears

At times they ask the masses for a small handout

Which I know we all have qualms about

So the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt

We do not know how they ended up on their route

Although, you may hear my hands are tied

Get away from me you’re a thorn in my side

I hope this never will be applied worldwide

I do toss coins every once in a while

I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile

Mr. Green thank you for showing me the misplaced humanity of my mind

Everyone here is living on borrowed time

For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme

One less mountain for me to mentally climb

Mr. Green I’ve read your thoughts on the homeless through your poem

I wonder if I saw you on the streets, would my words have kept you warm

Would I have dazzled you with my Aquarian charms

Or would I have brainstormed to get you back on a higher platform

Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storm

Sometimes how you started is not always where you will be

Personally for me and the powers that be

I have the riddle while living fancy free

Haitian named Key-me

The universal alliance to the 33 degree

Using my spiritual key

Not the revelations of the Masonic

My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic

While keeping it strictly platonic

When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebrally catatonic

I really didn’t have nothing to say

I hope my poem have paved the way

Just remember tomorrow is a new day

To the hopeless and homeless

I will continue to pray

Now I have everything to say and everything to do

Never in life pity a fool

Exception does sometimes proves that rule

Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel

You may find more of my poems

The Flow of My Heart To You Book I and Book II

Submitted: January 31, 2018

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Jim Green

Oh wonderful. I love this. Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it. I not only hit the like button I also shelved it. As someone who once ended up homeless I do know how it feels to have nothing in the entire world except the clothes on your back. Its a truly scary feeling and for the longest time it seemed my entire days were spent just trying to exist and to look for food. Its a truly scary world out there when you have absolutely nothing. We never know what a person is going through until we get to know them. They often say "what a mile in their shoes". I think that's only partly correct. I think it should be "walk a mile next to them. Hear their stories, see things through their eyes and feel their pain as you witness it first hand. Hopefully the world will change its perspective on those we don't understand and think less of simply because they made some bad choices or their luck ran out on them and they become the invisible ones that people walk past and never make eye contact. I made it out, off the streets by the sheer kindness of others and the Grace of God so mine story has a happy ending. I hope for others still out there that others will take the time and realize that no one wants to be homeless and maybe deep down inside if they look hard enough that they will see underneath the pain and the dirty clothes that there walks a fellow human being. There but for the Grace of God go I. Very well written. Thank you so much for writing it.

Wed, January 31st, 2018 9:49pm

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Mr. Green, thank you so much for giving me the insight to read your beautiful poem, The Invisible People. And the initial idea to ponder, as if I was. The plight of the homeless is an issue that needs to be brought into light, and this growing spiraling epidemic in America needs to be mentioned. In addition, as you stated you have experienced homeless and was brave enough to allow us a glimpse into your world when you were. It was a heartfelt narrative how you perceived it. I must say that is an awesome feat within itself.

Keep writing my friend

Love and Hugs,
Kemy

Wed, January 31st, 2018 3:55pm

Joy Shaw

I thoroughly enjoyed this. Very thought provoking as I have known quite a few homeless people throughout my life. Unfortunately, people are cruel and label them as lazy, drunk or only looking for a hand out. I remember such a man who applied for years to jobs and was cast aside due to his living situation. One such prospective employer told him he didn’t fit in with their employee standards, insinuating his homelessness. So sad, our very judge mental world. Let’s all try to give each other a break and show love. Honestly, just a little more compassion would change so much.

Thu, February 1st, 2018 3:42am

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Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read my poem and could comprehend the written narrative. Sometimes in life, we fall along the wayside. I hope there are kind hearted people in the world to judge anyone, as to where they stand, whereas were they assume they have been.

Love ad Hugs,
Kemy

Thu, February 1st, 2018 5:05am

Oleg Roschin

A wonderful poem with so much feeling and power, it delivers such an important message while remaining lyrical and even catchy, with crystal-clear rhymes and a song-like quality. Beautifully done!

Thu, February 1st, 2018 6:44am

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Why thank you, Oleg. Coming from you, I feel honored.

Love and Hugs,
Kemy

Thu, February 1st, 2018 5:08am