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Dennis Cardiff:

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Conversations with Street People

Authored by Dennis Cardiff Edited by Karen Hamilton Silvestri Writing about the homeless and helping the homeless, has given my life a purpose that it didn’t have before. Documenting their stories will, I hope, introduce them to the public in a non-threatening way. Some panhandlers look intimidating, but that disappears when one sees them laugh. A typical day for me involves taking the bus and walking two blocks to work. I pass Joy’s spot every day. I usually sit and talk with her for twenty to thirty minutes. Chester and Hippo may drop by to chat. Most afternoons, depending on weather, I walk two blocks to the park where the group of panhandlers varies in size from two to twenty or more. They don’t panhandle at the park. Like a soap opera, every day is different; some scenarios will carry over a few days or weeks. People will disappear for weeks or months due illness, rehab programs or incarceration. When I met Joy I was going through an emotional crisis. Meeting her and her friends – worrying about them and whether or not they would be able to eat and find a place to sleep – took my mind off my problems, that then, seemed insignificant. It was – is – truly a life changing experience.

Publication Date: Jun 05 2014
ISBN/EAN13: 0989931897 / 9780989931892
Page Count: 356
Binding Type: US Trade Paper
Trim Size: 6″ x 9″
Language: English
Color: Black and White
Related Categories: Biography & Autobiography / People with Disabilities

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Gotta Find a Home: Conversations with Street People will be available by June 1st! I can’t tell you what a joy it has been to work with author/blogger, Dennis Cardiff. The man has infinite patience and kindness. His collection of conversations with the homeless in his neighborhood reads like a novel, but is factual in content (names and locations have been changed).

Dennis stops by to visit with the people you will meet in this book almost every morning and every afternoon. They have, in his words, “become like family.” He chronicles their ups and downs and everyday happenings. As you turn the pages, you never know what is going to happen next.

I hope you all will join Dennis on this enlightening and heartwarming journey through the world of the people we so often ignore or write off as hopeless cases. You will grow to love them, and some of them you will not like very much, but you will find that at the core, these street people are human beings who deserve to be treated as such. They love and lose, just as we all do. They struggle to survive in a world that is often very much against them. But most of all, the characters in this book are family to one another.

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The Lost Boys

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I was a young boy with a withered leg,
abandoned, in a cold hospital bed.
Faceless attendants wore gloves, masks and gowns.
No parents for cuddles, kisses or love.

Alone were the Lost Boys with polio,
the silent, unpredictable killer.
Quarantined, isolated like lepers,
our only strength came from one another.

Expected to die, we boys joined forces.
We supported each other, forming a bond.
After lights were turned out we would whisper
together, “Shush, the Sisters are coming.”

Older patients had access to wheelchairs.
Sometimes they’d transport me to other wards –
to meet other boys was high adventure.
An empty bed usually meant a death.

Six decades since, in the still of the night,
after lights are out, I can sometimes hear
that haunting refrain I heard as a child,
whispered, “Shush, the Sisters are coming.”

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Note: Polio was one of the most dreaded childhood diseases of the 20th century. By 1910, much of the world experienced a dramatic increase in polio cases and frequent epidemics became regular events, primarily in cities during the summer months which left thousands of children and adults paralyzed. The first polio vaccine was developed in 1952 by Jonas Salk and announced to the world on April 12, 1955 – Source: Wikipedia.

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Playful Spirit

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Playful spirit behind an oak
laughed and flirted but never spoke.
Eyes of onyx, raven hair,
I marveled at her standing there.

Brilliant sunshine — could barely see.
Had my eyes played tricks on me?
I stood in reverence and awe
not sure of what I thought I saw.

Fluttering soft, the poplar leaves
perhaps, had caused me to believe
I’d seen someone who wasn’t there –
eyes of onyx, raven hair.

The nimble spirit deftly danced
from tree to tree and lightly pranced.
I didn’t know quite what to do
about this vision in my view.

I had no knowledge of such things.
What does one do when nature brings
such beauty, grace and winsome mold
who, I could see but could not hold?

I could have watched her all day long
her movements were just like a song.
She beckoned me with backward glance
down flowered pathway of romance.

I had no choice, I was entranced;
induced to follow where she danced.
The woods had changed, were foreign now,
colors brighter, surreal somehow.

I saw some spirits on the way.
They went about their normal day.
They took no notice of my form
contrary to their spirit norm.

They were at home among the trees;
conversely, I felt ill at ease.
Abandoned, then just like a snare –
eyes of onyx, raven hair.

She drew me close and hugged me tight;
we kissed, caressed throughout the night.
Not a wisp of evanescence,
but a real woman’s presence.

Wood smoke, sweet-grass, musk and cedar –
I took her hand, she let me lead her.
Beneath the boughs we made our bed
while stars shone brightly overhead.

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Woodland Spirit

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Along a woodland path, I strolled
of nature’s beauty I extolled:
The dappled trail, a great horned owl,
infrequently, a gray wolf’s howl.

The gentle, scented lake-side breeze
had me completely at my ease.
The midnight hour had come and gone.
Toward a clearing, I was drawn.

Why I went, I’ll never know.
It was my destiny to go.
The Harvest Moon with mystic light
revealed an otherworldly sight.

A shimmering appeared, it seemed,
or, perhaps, I’d only dreamed.
I knelt in supplication to
a spirit who appeared in view.

In beauty, purity and grace,
with love-light shining from her face,
a halo, waves of raven hair.
I was in awe to see her there.

I kissed her hand and softly prayed.
The orchestra of nature played.
The scent of cedar on her skin
enveloped me with warmth within.

The blessing of her touch sublime,
in harmony our souls entwined.
A world apart, together now –
no question as to where or how.

Conversation through the night.
Her wisdom helped me see the light.
In times of need, like little birds,
they come to me, her precious words.

To me, her message was of love
for man, for nature, God above.
To let me love beyond my fear.
To live in balance through the year.

Awakened at the break of dawn
I found the spirit to be gone.
Perhaps a dream — and then I found
a ring of stones placed on the ground.

I sometimes feel her doeskin dress
against my arm — a sweet caress.
Poetic gifts of love and grace,
soothe my heart, my soul embrace.

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Notes: The stones represent: Learning, Respect, Acceptance, Spiritual Sight, Listening, Speaking, Love, Service, Relationship, Creativity, Dynamic Spirituality and Gratitude.

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Wings

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wings to fly
arms to hold you
tenderly to my chest
never farther than a wish
closer still, than our dream.
Call, and I’ll come rushing
to stand at your side

a heart
of compassion
to comfort and console
when you’re feeling broken
or, when you’re filled with joy
in darkness and when light
shines brightly from above
for now and forever
you’ll always have
my love

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Visions

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I stand proud
at the helm
of a dragon headed
Viking longship.
Salt spray lashes my face.
Canvas billows and flaps
with buffeting winds.

To appease Aegir,
god of the sea,
I have offered sacrifices.
He will protect me
on my voyage
through his realm.

Thor’s chariot,
drawn by a pair of goats,
rumbles thunder
across clouded skies,
as he wages war
against the Giants.

I love the sea,
but I’ll be glad
to get home to my wife.
She’s a warrior, healer,
teller and keeper of tales –
our heritage.

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Twin Flames

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twin flames
independent
vibrations in harmony
across time and space
at opposite poles
of the earth

divine
masculine and feminine
entwined through
Absolute
Unconditional LOVE
with Gold of
Perfection

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Come Together

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eyes closed
not yet awake
nor quite asleep
arms and legs immobile
snug, secure
satisfied

I see myself
arise…
and float away…
(but, I rest here
confused)

body drifts
through the roof
no cold of night
only vibration
universe opens
it is I

female figure
appears
love light emanating
arm outstretched
in welcome
we come together
forever

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Bridge

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through mist
I head across a bridge
to a place
neither here
nor there –
somewhere
in between

from out the fog
a woman’s hand
takes mine
and guides me
to someplace
where yesterday
and tomorrow
are dressed the same

I go from where I am
to where you are
never leaving home
where what is
and what is not
are together –
wearing
the same name

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Vision

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see through my eyes,
fathom my fears,
walk in my footsteps,
taste of my tears.

in brotherhood
I beseech you,
please, take my hand –
I’ll guide you through

back streets of strife.
bloody fields of war
can be a rebirth –
we deserve much more.

open your heart
to the poor at your feet.
allow in the blessings –
may make you complete.

we all are the same,
happiness we seek –
end this suffering,
empower the weak.

we ask not a gift,
but to share what we have,
as brothers and sisters –
to our souls a salve.

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Reunited

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through sightless eyes
I searched for you,
my sweet sister

I stumbled on the path,
was stabbed by fear
and confusion

persisted in my search
slogged unknown streets
through sleet and snow

I listened for
familiar sounds –
your beating heart

clues led me here
so we may be
reunited

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Evermore

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heartbeats
in harmony
with celestial songs
of the stars

we travel
ever as a pair
resonating
sounds so sweet

lifetimes
apart, yet together
kindred spirits
united

thoughts of you
bring thunder drums
resounding
within

evermore
a place to share
when dust returns
to dust

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Love’s True Song

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always,
there has been
this longing –
(siren’s song
from far away)
pulling me
to paths untraveled
beyond the boundaries
of today

a voice
so sweet
that I must follow
through the night
on winds I ride
passions race
as heart beats thunder
love’s true song
can’t be denied

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Awakening

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each morning, upon awakening
I’m offered the possibility to change –
to improve my life.

I can commit to helping others;
in general — try to be a better:
husband, father, worker, citizen.

This is the possibility;
my challenge is to follow through –
make today an example for life.

This is a small step. I realize
my influence is not far-reaching,
but, it is a first step.

If everyone takes that step — reaches out,
enriches the lives of  friends and contacts –
we can change the world.

As Nelson Mandela expressed:
the consciousness of one person can
bring about global change for the good.

One drop of kindness in the pool of
humanity will cause a ripple
which can generate into a wave.

A wave of hope, of caring, of love
of sharing is all that is needed
to solve the problems of this planet.

We can end oppression, starvation,
genocide and the ravages of
war and disease — one step at a time.

Each morning upon awakening
we can make the choice
to improve our world.

Let us take this opportunity
to be the change we wish to see in the world
we can be the difference.

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refuge

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lost my way
on rocky ground
no footprints
to be found

through the briar
to parts unknown
abandoned
and alone

changed direction
climbed a hill
saw your fire
burning still

lifetime gone
’till saw your spark
my refuge
from the dark

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Essence of the Rose

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dragons at my doorstep
faeries by the fire
ease my mind of earthly care
to follow my desire

unicorns leave hoof prints
pressed into the snow
wherever they may lead me,
that’s where I will go

pages turn by magic
love within the prose
breezes whisper secrets
essence of the rose

fill my cup to the brim
with liquid love divine
promise me eternity
your heart paired with mine

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Seeds of Hope

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I visit
my memories
as magical gardens;
I nurture the blooms,
eliminate weeds

I select
from the blossoms
and garner the seedlings
to plant in fresh soil
come welcoming spring

when planting
I ponder the seed pods
of last autumn’s harvest
and press each promise
snug into its bed

each morning
I weed out and water
each clearly marked row.
Love and the sunshine
will bring life to bud

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Free

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at bay
the demons
of circumstance.
I am free to seek
my destiny

each step
a new beginning;
not directed by lines
upon a folded map
or aging palm

debris,
clutter collected
in determined piles,
returns to ground
once again

your song –
whispered on the wind
descends softly, sweetly;
comforts, in my dreams
forevermore

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Home

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i walked along
a winter path –
the one beneath
your window

no light shone,
yet, still the glow
of fireflies from
your bedroom

i waited long
‘neath cedar boughs
where night birds
sang of love

softly slipped
into our dream,
our warm embrace
remembered

landscapes traced
throughout the night.
Love will Light us
back to Home

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Closure

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silence
and empty rooms
where once the sound
of lovers’ hearts
would pound

one last look
at painted floor
(boards would creak)

in the cupboard
(where once i hid.
my toes stuck out)

wistful thoughts
of rumpled bed
(midnight fantasies)
in frenzied haste
our clothes
we shed

no sound,
but of closing
the door to paradise.
sweet memories
and pieces of my heart
packed in boxes –
red ribbon ties

our paths will cross,
it’s understood –
no regrets –
we had our time
as seasons passed.
experienced the blooming
then the winter frost.
in between, lived happiness
nevermore
to be lost

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i am

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i am breathing in and breathing out.
i am at one with the universe.
the universe is one with i am.

God spoke and said, “I am that I am.”1
I am the truth, I am eternal,
I am within you. I am here now.

the mind is fickle, often negative.
i am is the higher and changeless
aspect of an individual.

Ego is a product of the mind.
surrender the Ego and false mask.
yield to the breath of life, the i am.

i am is the Soul of a person.
empty the mind of trivial thought;
allow the Soul to be revealed.

the Soul of a plant or animal2
is an animate being’s driving force,
energy that remains after death.

death is a releasing of the Soul.
no longer is it tethered to earth,
bound to a material body.

i am breathing in and breathing out.
i am at one with the universe.
i am indestructible, immortal!

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Footnotes
1  Exodus 3:14
2  Thomistic Philosophy Page: http://www.aquinasonline.com/Topics/soul.html

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Soon It Will Be Dark

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i walked this path
when love was young
and buds about to spring –
colors bright, breezes soft
no want for anything.

there was a time
for boundless hope
and dreams of evermore.
now i wander aimlessly
my joints are getting sore.

where went this youth
these dreams and songs
that winged on words of love?
left with geese flocking south
chorus sounds above.

now the trail is sodden
with limp and trodden leaves;
gone the color and the spark.
trees and i are getting old
soon it will be dark.

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Let’s Find A Place

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Sunset

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Perhaps,
you think that
I’m insensitive
or too bold.

I know
your heart is aching.
It feels like part of you
is missing.

I want
to sit with you
in your time of sadness
and sorrow.

We could
watch the sunset
see the stars as they
appear in view.

No words
need be spoken.
Just know I’m always
here for you.

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Ardor

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with ardor
I take wing
on tongues of night
drawn to your essence
as thirst
to a mountain stream.
intense devotion
and burning heat –
I dream of us
tonight

your lips
beckon me
with  liquid smile
and promises
of more.
your sweet breath
interlaced with mine –
I hunger
for your taste.

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Mystery of Night

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i waited near the water
wondered if you’d wander through.
heard a rustle in the leaves
wasn’t sure if it was you.

calm descended on me,
your essence in my blood.
knew that you were with me –
my heart began to flood.

the lakeside view looked brighter
the birds, they noticed too.
the evening breeze felt warmer
basked in the glow of you.

please stay, until our dream begins
so that i can see your face.
take me back to all those times
of love when we embraced.

let’s get to know each other’s hearts
through the mystery of night.
let’s not think of when we’ll part
until the morning light.

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Indulging & Impermanence

Dennis Cardiff:

This is a very beautiful and informative post. ~ Dennis

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A self-inulgent sorrow selfie. Embarrassing but true*

I used to wrap myself up in nostalgia. Not happy nostalgia, like “Remember when we all wore acid-washed jeans,” but more like… hm, deep grey clouds of melancholy nostalgia. I was secretly proud of my ability to nurse a bittersweet memory. I made regret an art form, sculpting what-ifs in my head into castles of fantasy lives I’d never get to live.

These days, I’m able to see a little more clearly that things pass, and that nothing lasts, and that this is mostly okay. As Buddha suggested, I suffer less as a result.

I was recently listening to a Dharma teaching on this concept of impermanence and was struck by a particular line: “The emotions of the past are gone,” said my teacher, Mingyur Rinpoche.

When I say struck, I mean it felt like I was physically struck- spontaneous tears actually…

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