POEMS - NANECDOTES

Preface For A Quarter Buys 15 More Minutes And Baskets Of lies

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A Quarter Buy 15 More Minutes

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Baskets of Lies

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My Legacy

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I Am Now Nan

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Nan One Name Only

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69 TO RADIO

R A D I O!
PLEASE!!!

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

I'M BURNING GAS,
AND I WON'T LAST,

ONE MINUTE MORE..

I N E E D A JOB!!
I'M WILLING TO ROLL!

THIS LOUSY PROFESSION,
IS TAKING ITS TOLL

ON ME..

R A D I O?

IT'S ME!

CAN'T YOU SEE?
I N E E D A JOB,

BAD....

DON'T FORGET
THAT IT WAS ME,
WHO HELPED TO START,

THIS COMPANY...

M O M M Y Q U A K E R
THAT'S MY NAME..

IT NEVER SEEMED
TO BRING ME FAME,

ALTHOUGH ..
IN CASE YOU
YOU DIDN'T KNOW,

I ONCE APPEARED ON MAURY'S SHOW..

SO R A D I O,
WHAT'S THE SCOOP?

WILL I EVER
LEAVE THE LOOP?

TODAY!!

69 TO R A D I O,

GET OFF THAT PHONE,
AND GIVE ME ONE
THAT TAKES ME HOME..

COME ON...

NAN©

MY GOALS

SHORT TERM GOALS

1. TO ALWAYS BE ME!

CRAZY!!

2. TO WEIGH 130 POUNDS...

3. HAVE THIN AND BEAUTIFUL LEGS...

4. TO HAVE A FIRM STOMACH AND DO 100 SIT UPS A DAY...

5. TO FINISH MY BOOK.

MID TERM GOALS

1. TO OWN MY OWN HOME SWEET HOME…

2. TO BUY A MINK COAT… (FOR WARMTH ONLY)

3. OWN AND NOT PAY OUT A 450 SL MERCEDES CONVERTIBLE…

4. TO DANCE FOR DELLPHINE...

5. PLAY MY OWN PIANO.

LONG TERM GOALS

1. TO HAVE DINNER WITH PETER ALLEN AT MY HOUSE...

PLAY PIANO WITH HIM...

AND

TALK ALL NIGHT LONG!

2. TO BE DORIS DAY WITH BROWN HAIR!

LOVE NAN ©

The Little Children Trilogy- Introduction

FOR MANY YEARS
PEOPLE BELIEVED THAT

A R M A G E D D O N...

THE END OF THE UNIVERSE..
WOULD COME FROM THE LUNACY,
THAT IS CALLED...

N U C L E A R W A R…

I BELIEVE...

THAT THE LOSS
OF THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD,
IS THE TRUE

A R M A G E D D O N...

WHETHER IT BE THROUGH BIRTH DEFECTS,
BROUGHT ON BY THE USE
OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOL
DURING PREGNANCY,
OR

INFIRMITY…

DUE TO NEGLECT
OR

A B U S E….

WHICH TAKES ON MANY FORMS,
S E X U A L
M E N T A L
P H Y S I C A L

ALL SEVERELY DAMAGING,
TO
O U R E A R T H 'S C I V I L I Z A T I O N O Z O N E...

WHEN CHARLES LINDBERGH'S SON,
PATRICK..

WAS KIDNAPPED AND MURDERED,

PEOPLE OF ALL NATURES CAME TOGETHER,

TO FORCE THE DEATH PENALTY,
FOR THIS HEINOUS CRIME…

AND THEY WERE RIGHT!
TO DEMAND IT….

HOPING THAT THEIR
E Y E F O R A N E Y E A T T I T U D E,

WOULD DETER THE PROPAGATION
OF FUTURE PREDATORS…
FOR GENERATIONS TO COME…

I ASK YOU,

IS THE DEATH..
OF SOMEONE'S SELF WORTH,
THE LOSS OF THEIR ABILITY TO BECOME…

THE D O C T O R…
THE L A W Y E R…
THE A R T I S T…

THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN,
BUT NEVER WILL BE,
ANY LESS A DEATH,
THEN THOSE THAT ARE PHYSICAL?

NO I SAY…

BECAUSE THEY HAVE LOST..
THAT WHICH BINDS THE BODY TO THE MIND...
THE FORCE THAT STIRS THEIR INNER THOUGHT,
AND

COMBINES IT WITH THEIR ACTIONS….

THEY HAVE LOST…
THAT WHICH IS THE ESSENCE OF LIFE….

T H E I R S O U L….

IS IT ANY DIFFERENT?

I S A Y N O!

PUT TO DEATH!
THOSE WHO STEAL THE SOULS,
OF LITTLE CHILDREN...

MAKE THEM PAY!
TODA Y!

DOESN'T ANY ONE CARE?
DO WE DARE..

TO HEAR..
THE SCREAMS…

OF LITTLE CHILDREN?

WE MUST STOP THIS MADNESS!
NOW!

AND

BREAK THE CHAIN LINK..
NO MATTER HOW STRONG…
IT'S NOT GOING TO GO AWAY BY ITSELF!!

THE PRISONS ARE FULL,
OF
ABUSED CHILDREN…

THEY'RE JUST HIDING…
IN THE BODIES,
OF
ADULTS…

NAN©
The Little Children Trilogy II- Trapped Behind Closed Doors

IN A WORLD
WITH OTHERS,
WHO DON'T CARE..

I A M T R A P P E D...

THE PAIN IS HARD TO BEAR..

I LOOK AROUND...
IT SCARES ME TO KNOW,
THAT PEOPLE TREAT
THEIR CHILDREN SO…

IF YOU RUIN THE CHILDREN,
TAKE AWAY THEIR HOPE,
YOU'LL BE THE ONE,
WHO CAN NOT COPE,

WITH THE MISERY…

THAT IS YET TO COME...

NAN ©
The Childhood Trilogy III - Childhood Nation

THE LITTLE CHILDREN TRILOGY PART III

CHILDHOOD NATION

EACH RACE NEEDS ITS
CHILDREN….
TO STRENGTHEN ITS
FORCE….

P R O T E C T T H E M
AND
G U A R D T H E M

OR

A L L

WILL BE LOST….

BUILD THEM A NATION,
WHERE THEY CAN BE FREE…
TO BE ALL THAT THEY CAN,
AND
WHAT THEY WANT TO BE…

LET LAUGHTER BE THEIR SONG…
AND
HAPPINESS THEIR FLAG…

P L E A S E…

NAN©

CALL ME JACOB

NAN 9584 RICHMOND CIRCLE BOCA RATON, FL 33434

"CALLME JACOB"

DEDICATED IN MEMORY OF
JACOB BROOKSTEIN FOR AUNT CHARLOTTE JUNE 6, 1993

HE WAS..

A STRIKINGLY HANDSOME MAN,

WITH WAVY WHITE HAIR,

WHO COULD ALWAYS BE FOUND,

OUTSIDE IN HIS CHAIR,

ACROSS FROM THE MALL..

AND WHEN HE WOULD RISE,

YOU NOTICED HOW TALL,

HE WAS..

THE PEACEMAKER..

WE CALLED HIM..

IT WASN'T HARD FOR ALL TO SEE,

HE WAS THE ONE

THAT KEPT OUR FAMILY,

TOGETHER..

A VOICE SO DEEP AND BARITONE

THAT WHEN HE SPOKE,

ON THE PHONE,

EVERYONE LISTENED...

HE SANG MANY A SONG,

AS HE WENT THROUGH THE DAY,

AND JACOB'S VOICE,

I MUST TRULY SAY,

WAS RICH...

AND FULL...

HIS THIRST FOR LIFE,

CARRIED HIM,

ADVENTUROUS..

AND ON A WHIM,

HE'D GET IN THE CAR,

AND TRAVEL AROUND,

MAKING EACH OUTING

SOMETHING YOU FOUND,

TO TALK ABOUT..

THE VIDEO CAMERA,

HIS PASSION..

IT'S TRUE,

NO MATTER WHAT,

HE TOOK PICTURES OF YOU..

WHETHER OR NOT YOU WANTED HIM TO..

TOOTSIE!!

HE'D BELLOW,

CALLING HIS WIFE,

HIS PARTNER FOREVER,

HIS LOVING WIFE..

STOOD BY HIM, NEVER APART,

SO MANY YEARS, THEY SHARED THE SAME HEART..

HUSBAND

FATHER

...

UNCLE

BROTHER

GRANDPOP

AND FRIEND..

THE LIST GOES ON,

THERE WAS NO END,

TO ALL THE DIFFERENT

ROLES HE PLAYED,

AND IT SURELY CAN BE SAID,

HE PLAYED EACH ONE

WITH LOVE..

YEARS AGO WE CALLED HIM JACK

A RELIGIOUS MAN

WHO STAYED ON TRACK.

WITH GOD..

HE RAISED FOUR SONS,

WHO GAVE HIM JOY,

THEN LOST ONE,

HIS FIRST BOY,

HARVEY...

MUSICAL TALENT

FLOWED THROUGH HIS HAND..

A SMILE ALWAYS LIGHTING HIS FACE,

A HEART SO TOUCHED,

YOU COULDN'T REPLACE,

HIS SPIRIT..

GARY HAS THE GIFT TO TEACH,

IAN ALWAYS HAD THE FLASH,

BRENT BUILT THE BUSINESS

AND HE'S GOT THE CASH..

ALL OF THEM DIFFERENT,

BUT STILL ALL THE SAME,

PROUD OF THEIR FATHER,

AND TO CARRY HIS NAME..

BROOKSTEIN...

AND WHEN THE TIME CAME,

FOR JACOB TO GO,

THOSE WHO LOVED HIM

DIDN'T FAIL TO SHOW,

THEIR LOVE AND RESPECT..

BIGGER THAN LIFE...

THERE ARE VERY FEW,

WHO IF THEY TRIED,

COULD WALK IN HIS SHOES..

A MUSICAL MAGIC SOFTENED THE DAY,

GOD TOOK JACOB AWAY...

I PRAY THAT SOMEHOW HE WILL KNOW,

JUST HOW MUCH WE MISS HIM SO,

AND ON THE DAY THAT JACOB DIED,

HEARTS WERE BROKEN,

AND EVERYONE CRIED..
NAN ©

NO MORE SONGS

FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTH

OF DARK DESPAIR,

I LOOKED AROUND,

AND

FOUND YOU THERE..

A MORTAL BEING LOST IN SPACE,

HEAD IN HAND

YOU FELL FROM GRACE…

WHISPERS AIRBORNE

PROMISE GONE,

STOLEN HEART,

NO MORE SONGS…

THOUGHTS THAT RACE

AND

DISAPPEAR,

SHAKE YOUR HEAD

WILL IT CLEAR?

I WONDER….

NAN ©

Commitment

C AREING AND SHARING

O UR INNER STRENGTHS WITH THOSE

M ANY WHO NEED ONLY A KIND AND GENTLE HAND TO HELP

M OVE THEM ALONG THE PATH THEY NOW TRAVEL

I NDEED TAKES A CERTAIN TYPE OF PERSON AND

T HAT PERSON IS YOU…

M AY YOU CONTINUE TO FIND THE POWER AND

E NERY THAT DRIVES YOUR QUEST TO HELP OTHERS IN

N EED OF COMPASSION IN THEIR FINAL HOURS AS WE

T HANK YOU FOR YOUR STEADFAST AND WELCOMED COMMITMENT….

THE BAILEY - BOUSHAY HOUSE
DECEMBER 2009

GHETTO LIVING IN MIDDLE CLASS

THREE BRAS,
ONE WITH HOLES,
MATCH MY SHOES,
AND MY CLOTHES..

GHETTO LIVING IN MIDDLE CLASS,

OPTION HEALTH CARE,
TAKE A PASS..

TRY TO CLIMB OUT OF THE HOLE,
PUSHED BACK IN,
IT TAKES A TOLL..

FINANCIAL CHAOS,
STRIVE FOR PEACE..

STRUGGLE MONTHLY,
TO PAY THE LEASE..

WORKING HARD MAKES LITTLE SENSE,
NO VACATIONS,
MY MIND IS TENSE..

TEETH LIKE CORN,
THE SHOE PEG TYPE,
DENTIST BILLS,
CAN'T CUT THE HYPE..

SCRAPE THE LIPSTICK FROM THE TUBE,
USE THE POWDER ON THE BRUSH,
ACROSS THE CHEEK THE SLIGHTEST BLUSH...

WASHING CLOTHES MARKED
"DRY CLEAN ONLY"
INNER THOUGHTS
THAT KEEP YOU LONELY..

SNEAKERS OLD
AND SHOWING WEAR,
WASH AND DRY THEM,
IF YOU DARE..

WEAR THE STOCKINGS
WITH THE HOLES,
UNDER SLACKS

SO NO ONE KNOWS..

BANANA..

FOR LUNCH,
SOMETIMES A QUARTER,
WASH IT DOWN
WITH SPIGOT WATER...

"NO APPOINTMENT NECESSARY"

GRAB A SCISSORS,
CLOSE ONE EYE,
CUT MY HAIR,
MIX THE DYE..

DIFFERENT PERFUMES
FROM SAMPLE BOTTLES,
CAN'T AFFORD
THE ONE THAT'S ME,

WILL QUIET DEATH
SET ME FREE?

SLEEPING LISTLESS
ON A BORROWED BED,
EVEN THE PILLOW
WHERE I REST MY HEAD..

NOTHING'S MINE IN FURNISHINGS,
JUST HAND ME DOWNS
AND OTHER THINGS..

HOLIDAY'S ARE NOT TO LOATH,
IT'S THE ONLY TIME
I GET NEW CLOTHES..

NEVER A CHECK UP,
NO PAP SMEAR,
DON'T FELL WELL,
SHED A TEAR..

TAKE THE VITAMINS,
THEY CAN'T WAIT,
YOU CAN'T AFFORD FACTOR EIGHT..

LIVE IN FEAR
OF BUMPS AND BRUISES,
HEMORRHAGING,

AND BLOOD THAT OOZES..

INSIDE THE SKIN,
AND TURNS IT BLUE,
I MUST WORK THROUGH IT,
WHAT CAN I DO....

BUT

KEEP THE HURT LOCKED DEEP INSIDE,
AND FROM MY FACE
THIS FEAR I HIDE..

WHILE SOMEHOW
I LIVE IN HOPE,
AS I START TO PRAY,

GOD GRANT'S ME STRENGTH,
FOR ONE MORE DAY

NAN©

RAINBOWS ARE FOREVER

WASHED CLEAR WITH WATER
STRAIGHT FROM GOD,

THE STREETS..
THEY SMARTLY GLISTEN..

AND
THEY MAKE A RAINBOW,
THAT PLAYS A SONG,

TO TEACH THE EYES TO LISTEN...

TO MANAGE TO SEE
AT LEAST ONE A DAY,
WOULD PROVE ME ALL TO CLEVER,

I DRIFT IN TRANCE,
AS COLORS DANCE,
INSIDE MY HEAD AS LIGHT..

MY PASSION SWELLS,
IT HOLDS ME FULL,
I USE IT AS A LEVER..

TO WAKE IN ME,
SO I MAY SEE,

THAT RAINBOWS ARE FOREVER…

NAN ©

THE PLAN

I HAVE A PLAN..

IT'S SERIOUS..

THINGS ARE CALMER,

I AM STRONG...

NOTHING ELSE HAS GONE WRONG,

FOR A LITTLE WHILE...

TO BE MYSELF AT ALL TIMES,

HAPPY..

MUSICAL..

LOVING..

TO RESTORE MY BODY,

MY HAIR,

MY TEETH,

MY HEART,

AND NEVER ONCE TO DEPART,

FROM MY PLAN...

TO KNOW THAT I OWN ME..

AND TAKE A STAND,

TO CARRY THROUGH

THIS WONDROUS PLAN..

WITHOUT EXCEPTION...

NAN ©

HA82492

IN FRONT OF THE TV,
ALL OF US SAT
AND LISTENED INTENTLY,
TO THE WEATHERMEN CHAT,
ABOUT THE BIG BLOW
THAT WAS COMING OUR WAY..

W A R N I N G S…
CA U T I O N S…

E V E R Y D A Y…

FOR ALMOST A WEEK…

THE SUPERMARKETS
WERE FULL..
OF PEOPLE.

TEN OF THIS,
FIVE OF THAT,
IF THEY COULD EAT ALL OF IT,
THEY WOULD SURELY BE FAT!

SO I THOUGHT..

BUT I DIDN’T STOCK UP
ON EXTRA FOOD,
JUST REGULAR SHOPPING
FOR MY VERY LARGE BROOD..

APPROACHING THE CHECKOUT
AND CONVINCED OF THE WAIT,
I REACHED FOR THE VOGUE
AND DIDN’T ONCE HESITATE,

TO READ IT..

I ALWAYS READ BACKWARDS
FROM MY FAVORITE BOOK,
SAVING ALL OF THE STORIES
FOR MY SECOND LOOK.

I SHIFTED MY WEIGHT
AND SLIPPED OFF MY SHOE,

AND WONDERED OUT LOUD,
WILL I EVER BE THROUGH,

WITH THIS NONSENCE?

I EMPTIED MY CART
AND THE CASHIER JUST SAID,

W H A T..

NO WATER..
NO CANDLES,
ONLY ONE BREAD?

HOW LONG HAVE YOU LIVED HERE?
I ANSWERED..
ONE YEAR...

SHE MOVED SLIGHTLY CLOSER
WHISPERING INTO MY EAR,
YOU’D BETTER COME BACK DEAR
AND STOCK UP SOME MORE..
BY THE END OF THE WEEK,
THIS’LL BE AN EMPTY STORE…

I WAVED HER OFF
AND SAID WITH A SMILE,
ALL THIS COMMOTION
IT’S JUST A BIG JOKE…

THEY’RE FIGHTING FOR RATINGS
THEY’RE JUST BLOWING SMOKE.

O K A Y…

I’VE WARNED YOU,
YOU’VE HEARD IT FROM ME..

I’M SORRY
I TOLD HER,
I’LL JUST WAIT AND SEE..

HER WORDS CROSSED MY MIND,
AS I STEPPED THROUGH MY DOOR,
CARRYING IN PACKAGES,
I THOUGHT…
M A Y B E…
I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT MORE..

TO HELL WITH IT,
I CURSED,
EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE FINE..
IT’S STILL DAYS AWAY,
I HAVE PLENTY OF TIME..

F O O L I S H M E..

THE HOUSE SEEMED TO BUSLTE,
THE PHONE..

RANG OFF THE WALL,
FAMILY AND FRIENDS,
HAD DECIDED TO CALL..

THE NEWS HAD JUST WORSENED,
IT’S COMING OUR WAY,
DOWNTOWN MIAMI
AND BOCA THEY SAY,
WILL BE HIT

H A R D...

WE LISTENED..
AND LISTENED..

TO WHAT THEY SAID TO DO
AND TAPED ALL OF OUR WINDOWS,
IN SHAPES OF A STAR,
AND PUT EXTRA WATER IN EACH EMPTY JAR…

CANDLES..
WE SEARCHED FOR,
WE FOUND QUITE A FEW,
BIRTHDAY LEFTOVERS AND HANUKAH TOO..

ONLY HOURS AWAY,
THEY MEASURE IN MILES,
NO ONE LOOKS PLEASED,
NOT EVEN A SMILE..

AS THEY TALKED..

THERE WERE SEVEN OF US,
AND KRISTEN MADE EIGHT..
COMING IN FROM MIAMI,
AUNT ROSE COULDN’T WAIT,

TO GET HERE…

WE CALLED HER AT TWELVE,
THE NEWS WAS ALL BAD,
SHE’LL LEAVE THE NEXT MORNING,
SHE SOUNDED REAL SCARED…

WE ALL SAT IN DARKNESS,
JUST TV LIGHT,
AND WATCHED IN AMAZEMENT,
LONG INTO THE NIGHT..

AT 2AM THE TV WENT OUT,
THE BAHAMAS WERE HIT
AND THERE WASN’T A DOUBT,

H E W A S C O M I N G…

BY 3:45
I COULDN’T WAIT ANYMORE,
WALKED INTO MY BEDROOM
AND JUST CLOSED THE DOOR..

I AWOKE CLOSE TO EIGHT
AND STRUGGLING TO RISE,
SURVEYING MY BACKYARD,
I WIPED SLEEP FROM MY EYES..

IT MISSED US!
IT MISSED US!

THIS JUST COULDN’T BE,
WE’RE ALL IN ONE PIECE,
NOT EVEN A TREE,
IS LOST…

SLOWLY WE STARTED OUR MOVE
THROUGH THE DAY,
TILL HORROR SHOWED UP
ON TV DISPLAYED..
THAT
THE STORM HAD COME INLAND,
MIAMI’S HIT HARD..

THE NEWS CREWS ARE STRUGGLING,
THE RUMORS ABOUND,
AS LITTLE
BY LITTLE

DEVASTATION IS FOUND…

H O M E S T E A D
C U T L E R R I D G E
K E N D E L L
F L O R I D A C I T Y

A PLACE CALLED..

P E R R I N E

THEY’RE SEARCHING FOR BODIES,
GOING OUT OF THEIR MINDS…

WE SAT THERE IN HORROR,
WE THOUGHT ALL WAS WELL,
DISAPPOINTED AT FIRST
BY THE LET DOWN WE FELT,

BECAUSE WE WERE SPARED!

YES!

DISAPPOINTED…

WE WERE BRACED FOR THE WORST..
WHEN NOTHING HAPPENED,
SOME OF US CURSED…

ALL THAT PRECAUTION,
WAS JUST A BIG BUST,
WE’LL NEVER BELIEVE THEM,
OR GIVE THEM OUR TRUST…

BUT SLOWLY WE REALIZED,
HOW LUCKY WE WERE.

IT DID HIT…
IT WAS BAD…
PLENTY WAS LOST…

IN THE HOURS TO COME,
WE WOULD SOON KNOW THE COST…

COPTERS LIKE BUZZARDS,
THEIR DRONING AHEAD,
LOOKING FOR SURVIVORS,
SEARCHING FOR DEAD..

WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE IN THE HOLIDAY INN?

IT’S WIPED OUT!
IT’S ALL GONE!

THERE ISN’T A TRACE
OF

A N Y O N E…

THE BODY COUNT IS LOW,
THE POLICE ARE SLOW,
TO RESPOND..

WE WATCH THEM WITH ANGER,
THE LOOTERS HAVE COME,
TO SPREAD THEIR DISEASE,
WITHOUT ANY SHAME.

CAMERAS CATCH THEIR FACES,
NO ONE KNOWS THEIR NAMES…

I T’ S S C A R E Y !

WORSE THEN SEEING THEM STEAL,
IS WATCHING THE POLICE PASSING THEM BY,
THEY PRETEND NOT TO SEE THEM,

WE WANT TO KNOW WHY?

AS THE HOUR WEARS
AND STORIES UNFOLD,
WE CAN’T BELIEVE,
WHAT WE ARE TOLD..

10,000 ARE HOMELESS,
THEY’VE LOST EVERYTHING…

NO SHELTER,
NO FOOD,
NOT EVEN WATER..

DADE COUNTY’S IN CHAOS,
NOTHINGS IN ORDER…

THE SHELTERS ARE FULL,
THE FOOD IS ALL GONE..
YOU CAN’T BRING YOUR PETS,
EVERYTHING’S WRONG…

TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE,
THE RAINS COMING IN,
THROUGH HOLES IN THE ROOFS
WHERE TILES HAVE BEEN…

BY THE END OF THE DAY,
IT’S GETTING NO BETTER,
BUT THE PRESIDENT’S COMING,
HE’LL GET IT TOGETHER…

SO WE THOUGHT..

FOR FIVE DAYS THEY WAITED
FOR F.E.M.A TO COME,
THE PLANES WERE ALL READY
AND IT SEEMED RATHER DUMB,
THAT THEY SAT ON THE RUNWAYS
AND
DIDN’T SUCCUB,
TO THEIR PLEADING…

IT’S HIS FAULT
IT’S THEIR FAULT
THE NAME CALLING STINKS,
NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE OTHER ONE THINKS…

FOR THOSE OF US,
WITH THE WATER AND LIGHT,
IT SEEMS SO UNREAL,
COMPREHENDING THE PLIGHT,
OF OUR NEIGHBORS…

GRUESOME PICTURES UNFOLD,
THERE ARE BOATS IN THE TREES,
THE AIRPORTS ARE CLOSED,
,
PLANES DESTROYED..

AIMLESSLY..

AS EACH DAY PASSES,
THE STORIES GET WORSE..

METRO ZOO IS IN RUIN
WIPED OUT BY THE FORCE,
OF
A N D R E W

THE CALL IS OUT FOR HELP..
ALL SOUTH FLORIDA RESPONDS..

WATER IS NEEDED..
BATTERIES
CANDLES
BREAD
ICE
AND
MORE..

AS EACH SHIPMENT COMES,
THEY EMPTY THE STORES..

OF SUPPLIES..

SOMEOMNE CAME IN
TO THE STORE WHERE I WORK
AND TELLS ME..

YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE THIS,
YOU’LL THINK I’M A JERK.

A WOMEN CAME INTO THE SEVEN ELEVEN,
UP FROM MIAMI,
SHE THINKS SHE’S IN HEAVEN
AND BOUGHT ALL THE BREAD,
SHE COULDN’T FIT MORE
AND THANKED EVERYONE,
AS SHE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR..

THAT NIGHT WHEN I LEFT WORK,
WENT STRAIGHT TO WINN DIXIE,
I SEARCHED FOR A LOAF OF MUCH NEEDED BREAD,
EYED EACH EMPTY SHELF
AND WISHED I WAS DEAD..

JUST AS I CURSED,
MY FOOLISH PRIDE,
A WOMEN PASSED BY ME
THIRTY BREADS IN HER CART,
THE CASHIERS LAST WORDS
WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEART ..

I'M NO GOOD AT BAKING,
BUT I WOULD HAVE TRIED,
FLOUR AND YEAST WERE NOT FOUND INSIDE,
ANY STORES,
IN BOCA..

THE NEWS GETS WORSE..
PRICE GOUGING IS THE NUMBER ONE SIN…

BREAD IS BEING RESOLD,
FOR THREE TIMES THE PRICE
AND EIGHT DOLLARS BUYS YOU
ONE BAG OF ICE..

THESE LEECHES WILL GET,
WHAT'S COMING TO THEM,

BIG FINES..
DISGRACE..
IMPRISONMENT..

SO WE ARE TOLD…

THEIR SCREAMING FOR HELP,
THEY NEED VOLUNTEERS,
THE TROOPS HAVE NOT COME YET
AND ALL OF US FEAR,

THAT THE WORST
IS YET TO COME..

REPORTERS BADGER AND BERATE,
A SMALL FIGURED WOMAN,
HER NAME IS KATE….

NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS,
SOUTH FLORIDA KNOWS,
WHEN SHE LOST HER SELF CONTROL,
AND FORCED EMOTIONS FROM HER SOUL,
THEY FINALLY LISTENED..

W E N E E D H E LP N 0 W !!

WHERE IS THE CAVALRY?
WHY AREN'T THEY HERE?
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM?
WHY DON'T THEY CARE?

THEN
FINALLY THEY CAME ...

THE NATIONAL GUARDS ARE FIRST TO ARRIVE,
WHEN THEY SAW FOR THEMSELVES,
JUST HOW WE SURVIVED..

THEY COULDN'T BELIEVE IT ...

SO MANY CAME,
BUT NOT QUITE ENOUGH,

SO MUCH TO DO,
THIS JOB'S REALLY TOUGH ..

THEY SURVEYED THE MESS
AND KNEW IN THEIR HEARTS,
THAT ALL OF THE TROOPS.
WOULD HAVE TO TAKE PART,

IN THE CLEAN UP..

WHEN THE FIRST PLANES LANDED,
THEY BROUGHT WITH THEM KITCHENS,
THAT COULD FEED THOUSANDS
AND EVERYONE LISTENED,

TO THE PLAN..

TENT CITIES WERE BUILT,
BUT VERY FEW CAME,
AFRAID TO LEAVE THEIR BELONGINGS,
OR GIVE OUT THEIR NAMES..

PROMISES WERE MADE,
NO PAPERS WERE NEEDED,
BEING ILLEGAL,
WAS SOMEHOW CONCEDED..

THEY STARTED TO COME,
A FEW AT A TIME,
AND PASSED MOST OF THE DAY,
WAITING IN LINE..

FOR EVERYTHING…

VOLUNTEERS NEEDED!
THE NEWS PEOPLE SCREAMED,
SO MANY CAME,
IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM..

THE WEEKEND APPROACHED
AND WE MADE UP OUR MINDS,
TO DO ALL THAT WE COULD
AND GIVE OF OUR TIME..

THE TURNPIKE WAS FULL,
TRAFFIC WAS SLOW,
SO MANY PEOPLE
HAD DECIDED TO GO..
S O U T H…

A ONE HOUR RIDE,
SOMEHOW TOOK THREE,
I WAS SURE GLAD MY SISTER,
HAD COME THERE WITH ME ..

THE JOURNEY WAS LONG,
THE PACE VERY SLOW,
ALLOWING THE VIEW
OF A BEAUTIFUL SHOW,

OF COURAGE…

W E W I L L S U R V I V E…

P R E S I D E N T B U S H
P L E A S E SE N D HE L P..

G O D B L E S S A M E R I C A..

MESSAGES SCRIBBLED
ON TOP OF THE ROOFS,
FLAGS FLYING PROUDLY
AND YOU KNOW
IT'S THE TRUTH..

THAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DRAWN TOGETHER,
BECAUSE THE WEATHER,
DOES NOT RECOGNIZE,

RACE,
COLOR,
OR
CREED,

RICH MAN,
POOR MAN,
EXECUTIVE,
DOOR MAN ..

HUDDLED TOGETHER,
NO ONE'S THE BOSS,

TRYING TO COPE WITH THE TREMENDOUS' LOSS,
OF
THEIR HOMES,
THEIR BUSINESSES,
THEIR TRANSPORTATION,
THEIR SCHOOLS,
PLACES OF WORSHIP,
THEIR FONDEST MEMORIES..

YOU'RE NOT PREPARED FOR WHAT YOU SEE,
MASSIVE DESTRUCTION,
HARDLY A TREE,
IS LEFT STANDING…

YOU ARE ADVISED TO TRAVEL SLOW,
THERE'S JUST NO WAY,
FOR YOU TO KNOW,
WHICH TRAFFIC LIGHTS ARE WORKING…

IS THIS WHAT IT'S LIKE IN NAM OR BERUIT,
SOLDIERS STAND READY,
BUT ARE ORDERED NOT TO SHOOT,

ANYONE ..

E V E N L OO T E R S ...

HELPING IN A RED CROSS LINE,
I NURSE MY SENSES
AND TAKE THE TIME,
TO LOOK AROUND..

WE ARE ONLY TEN PEOPLE
THAT MAKE UP THIS CREW,
MEN
WOMEN
BLACKS
WHITES
GENTILES
AND
JEWS..
HISPANICS
MENNONITES
SEEING IT THROUGH,
TOGETHER..

THE WEATHER IS HOT,
I SWEAT A LOT
BUT TIRED OR NOT,
I FEEL PRIDE...

SOMETHING TOUCHES
ME DEEP INSIDE ..

SEEING ALL OF MY BROTHERS,
LENDING A HAND,
EACH PROUD TO BE,

A M E R I C A N!

EVERYONE ASKS,
WILL WE SEE YOU AGAIN?
AND
I KNOW IN MY HEART,
I HAVE MADE A FEW FRIENDS..

ENCLOSED BY THE FENCE,
SURROUNDING THE SCHOOL,
WE HAND OUT FOOD,
AND
WATER..

MOST OF THE FOOD,
THAT WE COOKED FOR THE DAY,
IS PACKAGED IN CARTONS
AND SENT ON ITS WAY,

TO THE PEOPLE…

MANY PEOPLE CAN NOT WAIT
AND GATHER TOGETHER
OUTSIDE THE GATE ...

THERE IS A HOLE,
CUT THROUGH THE FENCE,
IT MAKES THIS PROJECT,
QUITE INTENSE ..

PEOPLE,
I NOTICE,
DON'T ASK FOR MUCH.

JUST WHAT THEY NEED
AND NOT MUCH MORE,
TO TIDE THEM OVER,
TILL THEY OPEN THE STORES..

MY MIND COLLECTS PICTURES,
IT SNAPS MANY THAT DAY,
IT STORES THEM FOR REFERENCE
AND
I HOPE AND PRAY,
THAT I NEVER FORGET..

WHAT I'VE SEEN..

A FATHER AND DAUGHTER,
ASK FOR A MEAL,
I LOOK IN HER FACE,
HER EYES IMMEDIATELY STEAL,
MY HEART…

HER FATHER WANTS TO GO,
TO THE GRAPES I OFFER,
HIS ANSWER IS NO..

PLEADING WITH THOSE INCREDIBLE EYES,
SHE TELLS HIM,
SHE WANTS SOME,
HE HOLLERS,

LET'S GO..

STOOPING DOWN TO LEVEL HER HEIGHT..
I TELL HER NOT TO FIGHT..
WITH HER FATHER..

PUT YOUR THINGS IN THE CAR
AND THEN COME RIGHT BACK,
I'LL PUT THE GRAPES,
IN YOUR BACK PACK..

THERE IS A BOX,
IN FRONT OF THE HOLE,
IT KEEPS ME OFF BALANCE.

MY HAND CAN'T REACH HERS,
MY MIND SNAPS THE PICTURE,
AS IT SADLY UNFOLDS..

HER LlTTLE HAND,
IS STRAINING FOR HEIGHT,
ONE HAND IS BLACK,
THE OTHER ONE WHITE ..

TO THE MAN JUST BEYOND,
HEY BIG GUY,
I SHOUT..

GRAB THESE GRAPES FOR THIS BABY,
THIS IS WHAT IT'S ABOUT..

EVERYONE HELPS EVERYONE…

SHE THANKS ME..
I ASK HER..

WHAT MORE CAN I DO?

LOOKING INTO MY EYES,
SHE ASKS,

HAVE YOU GOT ANY SHOES?

MY KNEES GET WEAK,
IT'S HARD TO SPEAK,
I LOOK DOWNWARD,
AT THE STREET..
AND
NOTICE AT ONCE,
HER NAKED FEET..

IF I COULD GIVE YOU MINE
I GLADLY WOULD.

COME BACK TOMORROW,
PEOPLE DO CARE
AND MAYBE,
JUST MAYBE.

WE'LL FIND YOU A PAIR..

THE CURFEW NEARS,
IT'S TIME TO GO,
HUGGING OUR FRIENDS,
WE SURELY KNOW,

THAT NEXT WEEKEND WILL FIND US,
BACK IN THE LINE,
DOING WHATEVER WE'RE ASKED TO,
MAKING THE TIME,

TO SEE THIS THING THROUGH…

EVEN THOUGH IT IS NOT LATE,
AN EERIE DARKNESS SURROUNDS US.

WE FEEL LIKE ALIENS
IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY..

THE WALK TO THE CAR IS SOMEWHAT SCARY..
THE TRAFFIC AGAIN IS INCREDIBLY SLOW..

WE'RE TIRED,
WE'RE HUNGRY,
THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO..

BUT FORWARD…

IT'S RAINING,
IT'S HOT,
THE SAME PEOPLE WE SAW,
AT TEN A.M.,
ON TOP OF THEIR ROOFS,

ARE STILL FIXING THEM ...

EVERYONE BLOWS THEIR HORNS..

WE WAVE,
HANG IN THERE,
WE SCREAM,
KNOWING FULL WELL,
THIS ISN'T A DREAM..

B U T A N I G H T M A R E…

SITTING AT THE DINNER TABLE,
WE EAT SLOWLY
AND I’M FINALLY ABLE,
TO TELL THE STORY
OF WHAT WE HAVE SEEN.

EVERYONE LISTENS,
AS I TELL THE TALE,
OF THE GIRL AND THE GRAPES..

HER LACK OF SHOES,
OF WIRES THAT DANCE,
INSIDE THE STREET,
STORES TORN OPEN,
THEIR CONTENTS DISTURBED,
TREE UPON TREE,

LYING NEXT TO THE CURB..

THE CALL IS OUT FOR DIAPERS AND LOTIONS,
FORMULA AND FEMININE NEEDS.

REPORTERS ASK AND THEN THEY PLEAD,
TO KEEP SENDING HELP,
NO MATTER HOW LONG,
UNTIL SOUTH FLORIDA IS ONCE AGAIN STRONG..

MANY THINGS HAPPEN,
LOUISIANA IS HIT..

THE GOVERNMENT FUNDS,
WILL HAVE TO BE SPLIT..

HAWAII'S GOT INIKI,
TO BURDEN HER COAST
AND
TAMPA
HAS JUST PLAYED HOST...
TO TORNADOS..

THE DAMAGE IS HEAVY,
ONCE MORE WE ARE HIT,
RED CROSS IS BURDENED
AND
F.E.M.A. WON'T QUIT..

THE LESSON THEY LEARNED,
BECAUSE OF OUR WAIT,
PUT THEM RIGHT WHERE THE NEED WAS,
THEY DIDN'T HESITATE,

TO COME IMMEDIATELY..

NOT TO MANY WILL DISAGREE,
THAT LESSONS LEARNED WILL SET US FREE..

MEN AND WOMEN,
BLACK AND WHITE,
CAME TOGETHER PREPARED TO FIGHT,
THEIR HATREDS..

FOR A COMMON CAUSE…

THE MUSICAL HARMONY THIS TRAGEDY FED,
IS PLAYED OUT DIFFERENTLY IN EACH PERSON’S HEAD.

SOME LOST SO MUCH,
OTHERS SO FEW,
LIVES THAT WERE LOST
WERE THE GREATEST COST,

THAT ANYONE CAN PAY..

STILL THIS ORCHESTRATION
OF
GOD'S PLAN,

TEACHES US,
TO TAKE THE STAND,
THAT NO MAN..
IS BETTER THAN..

HIS BROTHER..

NATURE IS A WANDERLUST,
BEAUTY AND HORROR,
SHE PUTS IN HER SKIES,
SPITTING OUT MIRACLES,

WRAPPED IN DISGUISE..

THE WATER IS CLEANER,
HER HOUSE WORK IS DONE,
LET'S HOPE THAT SHE SETTLES,
FOR HAVING SOME FUN..

COOL BREEZES,
SUN FILLED DAYS..
VERY LITTLE,
MISTY HAZE..

AND

WATER THAT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR..

WON'T CHANGE THE SADNESS OR THE FEAR,
OF THE STORIES THEY WILL TELL,
THAT BROUGHT ON THE BURDEN,
THAT WAS THE

H E L L...

K N O W N

A S

A N D REW

THE THOUGHT FOR TODAY

IN A TIME WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO STINGY,

WITH THOUGHTS ONLY

FOR THEIR OWN SELF BEING,

THAT THEY DO NOT STOP,

IF ONLY FOR A MOMENT,

TO LOOK ONE ANOTHER

IN THE EYE,

AND

OFFER A KIND WORD,

YOU..

MY LOVE..

HAD THE GOOD FORTUNE,

TO HAVE FRIENDS,

WHO NOT ONLY STOPPED

TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE,

AND

OFFER A KIND WORD,

THEY REACHED INTO THEIR HEARTS,

AND

GAVE YOU,

A PIECE OF THEIR SOULS...

ENJOY THE SUNSHINE...

NAN ©

SHERRI AND DAVID’S ENGAGMENT INVITATION

Sherri Thought She’d Take a Chance,
And Cruise On Down,
To The Chubby Chick Dance…

She Got All Dressed,
Looked Real Sly,
Meant To Catch Another’s Eye…

But It Was There,
That She Met David,
And with Love-They Both Were Saved…

Sherri Was A Yankee Flirt,
David Kept Wearing,
That Damn Red, Confederate Shirt!

With The Sound Of Disco,
Wailing Far Above,
Both These Kids Fell In Love…

It Wasn’t Long Until They Decided,
They’d Get Married,
No Matter How Many Times David Tried It!...

So When He Asked Her,
She Said Yes!
What Happened Next, I’m Sure You’d Guess..

It May Have Been The Dance,
That Gave Them This New Start,
And Tied Together Lovers With Music In Their Hearts…

Do You Hear A Violin,
When Your Heart Strings Play?
Only Those in Love Can Say…

Please Join Us In Celebration Of Our Engagement
February 6, 1999 – 7:30 PM
931 SW 83rd Avenue North Lauderdale, Florida 33068
Please RSVP By January 21, 1999
954-722-5558

HAPPY PIE

FIGHT IT!

THOUGHTS THAT COME AND GO,
SOME FADE QUICKLY,

OTHERS SLOW...

WISHES FOR A NEWER LIFE,
LOTS OF ROMANCE,
LESSER STRIFE!

THINK IT OUT,
MAKE A PLAN,
TAKE THE TIME,
LET THOUGHTS EXPAND...

YOU LOVE HIM,
YOU LOVE HIM NOT...

IT'S NOT A GAME,
OF WOULD BE FAME..

THINGS SO SLOW,
YOU JUST DON’T KNOW...

SIGHING..
CRYING..
SOMETHING DYING..

LET IT RIDE...

WHILE PRESSURES MOUNT,
DEEP INSIDE...

STICK AROUND
ONE MORE YEAR,
AND HOPE THAT
FROM YOUR HEART,
YOU TEAR,
A SMALLER STRAND,

A MINOR PIECE...

AND HOPE THE THOUGHTS
YOU THINK WILL CLEAR,

THAT MAKE YOU CRAZY
AS YOU ARE..

AND STOP
YOU WISHING,
ON A STAR..

FOR THAT SLICE
OF HAPPY PIE,
JUST THAT ONCE,
BEFORE YOU DIE...

NAN ©

The Tree Of Life Our Earth Mother…

The Tree Of Life
Our Earth Mother…

Standing tall she plants her feet decisively,

Deep rooted in the ground upon which she rests,

Her barren look deceives us.

She lays in wait..

Although, her branches show wear of a season past,

The promise of rebirth is upon the lips

Of those who have partaken of her fruit.

She offers up her bounty…

Her splendor delights the eye while offering shade,

As Spring brings forth life to her narrow limbs and fills them

With a breath of wonder that transports the air.

She gives us life..

The Earth Mother To All G-d’s Creatures

She Is The Tree Of Life..

MARCH OF DIMES THANK YOU CARD

I DID IT!

IT WAS GREAT!

BELIEVE ME...

I COULD HARDLY WAIT...

TO SIT DOWN!

BUT I DIDN'T...

FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS,

I TAP DANCED ALONG,

AND

THOUGH OUT OF BREATH,

I WHISTLED A SONG...

TOGETHER I WATCHED THEM,

NEVER TO PAUSE,

PEOPLE UNITED,

FOR SUCH A GOOD CAUSE…

TEN MILES WE WALKED,

WHILE EVERYONE TALKED,

TO EACH OTHER…

HOW NICE…

THANKS FOR YOUR HELP,

IT'S FELT DEEP IN MY HEART,

ALTHOUGH YOU WEREN’T THERE,

YOU STILL PLAYED APART…

THOUSANDS WE RAISED,

YOU’RE ALL TO BE PRAISED...

I'M WRITING THIS NOTE,

TO MAKE ONE THING QUITE CLEAR,

CAN I ASK FOR YOUR HELP,

ONCE AGAIN…

NEXT YEAR?

THANKS…

ALL MY LOVE ALWAYS,

NAN ©

Samuel David Feldman

SAMUEL DAVID FELDMAN

Spring held it’s breath for just a moment,

And you were here...

My grandson…

Upon whose body I lay kisses,

Ever so small from which grand dreams

Lift my consciousness to your name…

Does the moon grow larger?

Are the stars the promise that defines your future?

Vivid are my thoughts…

I love you..

Dream sweet for now and awake with strength

DAVID after your Fathers’ Grandfather..

Dream sweet for now and awake my grandson,

With The Strength Of Your Grandfathers’

SAMUEL and DAVID

Love Always,

Bubbie

5/12/05

The Cherry Blossoms

The Cherry Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms, are blooms of love,
They fall on you and I,
We catch them as they gently drop,
And watch the world go by.
Love is here, our passion’s clear,
We know it is a fact, that you and I,
As time goes by, forever lye,
As one….
One Day And Each Year

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Happy Easter Day

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Lake Chair

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Santa

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Winter Wonderland

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Welcome Friends

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Nautical Breeze

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Jack O Lantern And Witch

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Gingerbread Santa

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Freezin Season

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Blessings

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Candy Cane

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Deep Blue Seashell

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Barnyard Animals

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Robins Nest

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All Seasons

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Singing with my pen, dancing on each page...

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Preface For A Quarter Buys 15 More Minutes And Baskets Of lies

A Quarter Buy 15 More Minutes

Baskets of Lies

My Legacy

I Am Now Nan

Nan One Name Only

69 TO RADIO

ADRIANNE - YOU ARE AN ANGEL

Seventeen Roses

Preface For Are You Italian Or Dark Irish?

ARE YOU ITALIAN OR DARK IRISH?

The Little Children Trilogy- Introduction

The Little Children Trilogy II- Trapped Behind Closed Doors

The Childhood Trilogy III - Childhood Nation

TEARS FOR BRUCE JAY

Suicide

Samuel David Feldman

Me and Doris Day

The Cherry Blossoms

One Day And Each Year

Happy Easter Day

Lake Chair

Santa

Winter Wonderland

Welcome Friends

Nautical Breeze

Jack O Lantern And Witch

Gingerbread Santa

Freezin Season

Blessings

Candy Cane

Deep Blue Seashell

Barnyard Animals

Robins Nest

All Seasons

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Letters

Short Stories

Hugs From Heaven

Christmas Cards

Songs

Labelle

Jane Seymour

Badash

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