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Lovey Loving Lovely 

By Paul Lee Taylor 

I love talking to strangers at a crosswalk, bus stop, or subway.  

I’m interested in how they would react, even now until this day.  

Are they arrogant, happy, or uncaring, or satisfied just to be through with moment?  

Are some excited with new visual aspect before them? Or a longer lasting scent?  

We all have things to share  

with each other, and we don’t have to wait to say so.  

ldle chatter is pleasant no matter where you are from, and facilitating where  

ever you may go.  

Paul is part of The People for Fairness Coalition.  


Early Morning Love 

By David Rubin 

I love waking up early in the morning and standing in the open crisp night  

air.  

upon a full moon I find myself thinking clear, with nobody talking I can focus on grasping the goal 

 away from homeless surly only streets and a wisp.  

watching the air in curly, no stinging smell like wasp. 

David volunteers and is writing his own novel. 


DAYS OF LOVE 

by Robert Warren 

DAYS ARE LOVING HIM AND YOU, AND WHETHER ONE BELIEVES, AND ALL LIFE CAN ACHIEVE. DAYS ARE SUNRISES, AND SUNSETS, AND WHETHER YOU SEE ALL THE LOVE GOD BE.  

DAYS ARE THE MOON AND STARS AND PLEASANT DREAMS, LOVE OF PEOPLE OVER THINGS, DAYS ARE FIRST PRAISING MORNING NOON AND NIGHT, DOING WHAT ONE FIRST THOUGHT SAY IS RIGHT. 

DAYS ARE FLOWERS AT BLOOM WITH A SUMMER MORNING BREEZE, A RIVER FULL OF SNOWFLAKES, AND MANY MORE THINGS, OF LOVE YOU SEE. 

DAYS OF THINKING BACK HOW DAYS USED TO BE, HOW MANY DAYS WOULD I LOVE TO SEE. DAYS ARE STRUGGLE STRESS, AND STRIFE, AND THE LOST OF FIRST AND SECOND LIFE, AND THE LOVE OF GOD AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE. 

GOD PERFECT PEACE IS EVERY MANS NEED. DAYS ARE BELIEVIENG IN A DAY TO COME WHEN GODS VOICE WILL BE THE ONLY ONE.  

Robert is a member of The People for Fairness Coalition. 


Reggie’s Reflections – Evicted?? 

By Reginald Black 

I was single, but had an empty apartment at my disposal. I was still affected by second thoughts. Many-a-night I prayed that I would not get caught inside. There was running water, and I had a mattress. One night I returned to the apartment and all was locked. Even the windows were nailed shut. I went into panic mode. Thinking quickly, I returned to the boiler room. It had been furnished in past weeks. After some destressing minutes, the invader showed his face. Annoyed, I went next door. I resumed my chatting looking for my crush. Once again, she didn’t show. I began to question survival. In addition, to no power this strange room lacked heat. I was still naive to the effects of hypothermia. I only knew something about the cold could kill you. I felt sick and in agony from a brutal pain in my tooth. I started to praying again. I wanted something or someone. All was looking bleak. It was raining and I was feeling tired, but the tooth pain wouldn’t let me sleep. Completely scared I just pulled the broken sleeping bag across my body and tucked inside my jackets. I drifted off somehow not even knowing my fate or what to do next. “Has my neighborhood evicted me? I wondered. I wasn’t sure but the was nothing I could do at the time.  

Reggie hosts The Writer’s Group Meetings.


Most of All 

By Reginald Black 

My world my present my grace period before I get to heaven.  

Remembering my clueless days, a time that I didn’t cherish things. Naïve to the real world’s pain. 

Suddenly came a revelation,  

That no one is safe in any nation. I got involved and extreme epidemic in this large world.  

The love for it comes form above. It’s my high it’s my drug. The thing I get my fix off of. Helping other’s showing them love.  

Embracing the advocate’s call Today, this day!! I tell ya’ll !!! I love working with and to help the homeless most of all. 

Reggie hosts The Writer’s Group Meetings.


A Love that Could Never Be? 

By James Fetherson 

She was from Mogadishu Somalia. She was so amazing and beautiful. We both worked at a Best Western in Ballston, Virginia. During the 90’s, her country needed food after weeks of fighting. While Somalian warlords fought against the United States in the streets of Mogadishu, we would walk together every day at work and I helped her understand what Valentine’s Day is all about. I wanted to have her as my wife, but she said it was not their custom to get involved with African-American men. There were lots of Somali females who worked at the Best Western, but they kept to their dishes. Marcelinas and I liked each other. It was a love that could never be.  

James is a veteran of the U.S. Army.