POETRY
Jacqueline Michelle
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Divide Human Race
by Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
Monday, June 21, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
Wealth in Pakistan, and their people.
NAJI
Dedicated To A
PRINCE
Who is Naji that comes from a divide world,
His land is plentiful of wealth, the people of Pakistan.
Who lives and strides to become a better nation.
Despite the strident rhetoric of pain, he faces,
Except who are we to say that they are the blame.
For his courage, and the sacrifices we all made.
There was no trace on his face, yet
I then ask myself, can we join together as a nation, or as friends.
Perhaps we all can grow to be kin.
I catch sight of a welcoming smile.
Without doubt I knew that Naji had no hatred, and he may stay awhile.
Yet again, I thought perhaps it was attempt of faith, or merely from one another.
The dividing stuck between two nations.
Beyond doubt if one could see his face,
What a glorious one which it seems to stays in place.
Once more I have wondered if he may stay awhile,
Yet the sorrowful of his people and the strident rhetoric struggle they faces,
Is it truly said that we all may be in shame.
Copyright
©2008
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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The Distant's Between US
by Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
Monday, June 21, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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To Nudie
(Amed)
There are times that we see somebody that remind us of another.
Is this a friend, kin or brother?
I thought I caught a sight of that one person.
Day after day we bypass others, and doubt.
Is it him, or her, we say to oneself?
They may be close but yet so far away.
I can count the miles each day.
The distance's which stands between us.
Truly this is love?
Beyond doubt, it's closer to one's heart.
How far, is the distance from where they are?
But, the distance between us, yet it's still so far.
Copyright
©2008
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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A RUSH, A RUSH
by Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
A RUSH; A RUSH It an illegal drug of a victimless crime. Heroin,
Speed, Crack Cocaine, Marijuana.
A RUSH; A RUSH
White dust hard had crystal lime sometimes.
It sold on the streets; they mixed it and fix it.
He said it will feed and cure and you can survive.
White collars, Models, blue collars, and homeless folks.
But it’s not a joke.
Heroin,
Speed, Crack Cocaine, Marijuana.
“It’s A Rush.”
Pushers, dealers are illegal or illegal.
He who sells it is unbreakable, and callous.
Brother or sister can you spare a dime.
How much does it cost, they would say nothing
But a trip you will go on, you can pay me later.
She innocent, and so is her child.
Runaways, panic and ganglands.
PCP, and Angel Dust.
“It’s A Rush.”
Is it for the fact that society doesn’t care?
It is the lack of realization of our nation.
Violence, boulevard living, and deprived.
Pills and sharing those pen nettles through their veins.
He or she doesn’t want to feel any pain.
“A Rush.”
Take, a look closely the neighbors.
Possibly it is a friend.
Take a quick look again, it maybe a sister, brother or a kin.
We all make excuses when it is not us.
Do they lack skills?
Or simply they are lazy or crazy?
Is it only when society speaks on assisting the homeless?
Oh, when it is election time, and who need their votes.
Why is this?
Take time and care.
Doing drugs are tricky, rubbish, and it carries no great weight.
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©2010
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
"A MESSAGE FROM ME. "
HEY DON'T DO DRUGS"
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Where Does The Seagull's Fly
by Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
Monday, June 21, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
Billionaires', and Millionaires' are like a seagull's in the sky, bird that fly high.
There a place I love to go it is called the beach
I sit and watch the seagull's fly.
I have wonder were the seagull's go.
I sit too hear the roaring ocean, the waves.
The sand is
snowy white, and warm too my feet.
Where could this place be Florida, or Europe.
As I walk I can see many
people holding hands.
Suddenly there a kiss upon one's lips.
The quietness of the waves, as many boats passes by.
Suddenly I see my home, an exquisite manor.
I can remember the hugs, holding of hands.
Then again I wonder where did though seagull's fly.
Too meet with other seagulls?
Suddenly a gentle voice, very low, white as snow.
Gently sailing I have to go course it is father.
Like the seagulls were does
he goes far at a distance.
Many miles he flies off again and again.
To meet with the others like him maybe Europe, Japan.
Where does he goes, Like the seagull's up so high.
I will fly like the seagulls in the sky.
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©2008
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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A DRIFTER
by Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Not rated by the Author.
Dedicated To:
Joey Campbell
Died in 2008 - Seizure attack
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I saw a man walking by.
I really did not know was he a drifter or just passing by.
Suddenly I started close to him.
He carried and over side bag.
I still wonder was he a drifter or just passing by.
The closer I gotten to him I saw a sad smile.
Quietly I sat suddenly with words.
What is your name?
He replies his name is Peter.
I still wonder was he a drifter or just passing by.
Copyright
©2008
By
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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