Hello October revisited



Pumpkin Spice Cupcakes.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes at Starbucks.
Hello October!

@StevieStreets #pumkinspice #haiku | from #THEFALLCOLLECTION: Hello October revisited 🍁

📷: @starbucks


Wordplay: A Play On Words


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She thought I was curt;
I was heading to the john,
to be frank, I bobbed.

This is jim-dandy…
every Tom, Dick, and Harry
wants a cup of joe.

To be frank, not curt;
I’m not your average joe,
I advanced to dan.

As the day petered,
he robbed Peter to pay Paul
for a Tom Collins.

@StevieStreets #doubleentendre #haiku | Wordplay: A Play On Words I – IV

Graphic Novels


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The graphic novels
are a little too graphic…
no pun intended.

@StevieStreets #librarydiaries #haiku | Graphic Novels

People Are People


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People are people;
it doesn’t matter what they look like,
it doesn’t matter what their language sounds like,
people are people.

People needed to be treated like they matter;
I don’t care if they’re filthy rich or poor,
it doesn’t matter if they smell like a million bucks or the scent of alcohol is seeping through their pores,
people need to be treated like they matter.

Jesus had shaggy hair and flip flops;
so who are you to judge?

They say judge not the garments
yet you walk around with hate in your blood.

Keep turning your nose up,
someday you’re gonna get punched in the face,
then you can really turn your nose up and smudge your face with that hate in your blood.

Every person you encounter should be treated with respect.

The rich man and the poor man,
they both deserve respect.

The man, the woman,
and the children,
they’re all human;
they all need to be treated with respect.

@StevieStreets #humaneletters #sonnet | People Are People

The Financial Piece


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Money matters… but financial literacy matters more;
tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents,
I learned to turn one into two
and two into four.

The Richest Man in Babylon taught me to let my money work for me;
I gotta get back to the basics and let these rupees work for me.
Pay yourself before you pay anyone else;
the ability to invest in yourself is the key to financial health.

Success Through Stillness taught me to need less;
mastering the art of nothingness will help you accumulate more.

Warren Buffett said it’s all about compound interest;
that caught my interest like turning one into two
then two into four.

Money matters but 99% of the world does not understand Money Matters.

Talking money wise, I bet you didn’t know Charles Schwab funds a program at the Boys & Girls Club
to teach Money Matters.
Yet these teens and tweens are out here with thousand dollar phones,
snapchatting with money phones like money don’t matter.

Dennis Kimbro dropped The Wealth Choice
but he ain’t on the gram so they don’t understand The Wealth Choice;
they’re listening to these mumble rappers like money don’t matter.

They don’t understand, they all talk that cash bit
but most die broke and cashless.

I don’t think you understand,
it’s sad and it’s tragic;
these children think dude on the gram with bands is the man,
until they see his fam on the gram tryna GoFundMe the casket.

And it’s sad ’cause too many brothers are dying with a closet full of $200 sneakers
and empty bank accounts.
And it’s tragic ’cause 3 pair of those $200 sneakers could have purchased a decent life insurance policy for the year;
equating to a decent casket and funeral
plus a little something in a loved one’s bank account.

Too often on the quest for financial peace,
we miss the financial piece.
Well, here’s the financial piece;
Nas said it the best:
“What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes.
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan.”

@StevieStreets #theillusionofwealth #poem | The Financial Piece

Thank You Georgia Power!


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Thank You Georgia Power!
A few seconds after stepping out of the cold shower,
the lights came on.
I’s got power now,
thee lights are back on;
but memories of Irma still linger, I shall remember the storm.
As for now, I just wanna extend my gratitude to Georgia Power
for getting our power back on.
That tropical storm had it’s pro’s and its con’s,
it provided me with the much needed time to think and plan
but I’m too much of a modern man to ever lie on the the lamb.
They can save that prehistoric living for the history books;
I am one to admit I love technology.
I love the simple things…
like hot water; I love technology.
After a few nights without lights,
I am thankful for those that have the insight to invest in green technology.
If STEM and STEAM can teach us to power a radio with a potato,
imagine the world when electricity is powered by green technology.
But until then, I’ll stand with the dreamers
until the American Dream becomes more than a dream.
As for now, I’d like to thank Georgia Power
in advance for my next hot shower.

@StevieStreets #blackout #poem vi | Thank You Georgia Power!

Georgia Powerless: the black out poem


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Still amongst the Georgia Powerless,
awaiting thee electrician’s prowess,
thinking “How did a light drizzle and some wind leave parts of Georgia powerless?”
Not to underestimate Irma’s powerfulness
but where I was at, the electricity was on
and the trees were standing strong amid the thick of the storm;
but somehow hours after the storm began to calm
the lights began to flicker off and on
and then, like magic, the power was gone.
Abra – Abra – Abracadabra, Irma pulled the rabbit out of the hat;
faster than a finger snap, just like that, she caused a blackout in broad day.
Leaving many to ask “How is the power still out and the weather’s not even that bad today?”
And that was just the first day…
then darkness fell upon us and the lights were still not on;
but wait, it’s gets better, two days later Irma had us singing the same song.
Ye ain’t know?!
I wrote a song about it.
Would you like to hear it?
Hear it go…
How is the power still not on?
We’ve experienced thunderstorms that were more severe than this tropical storm.
Irma got me feeling like the detectives in The First 48…
I drop the mic exit left then return like “You want a Coke? You straight?
Tell me: What’s really going on? How is the power still not on?”

@StevieStreets #blackout #poem v | Georgia Powerless

And The Saga Continues



And the saga continues…
sitting in my car charging my phone,
looking out the window into the darkness
wondering “How is the power still not on?”
On the bright side, the clouds are still
and the breeze is warm.
Just saw a plane fly by, other than that there’s nothing going on;
it’s been kind of peaceful amidst the darkness,
although, I’d much rather the lights on.
And as the saga continues, I have discovered a new appreciation for dawn.
When your compelled to function between sunrise and sunset,
you begin to master your minutes and look at the sun as an hourglass that resets with each dawn.
Amidst the darkness, I have been compelled to appreciate the stillness of night;
although, I can’t help but wonder: “How is the power still not on?”

@StevieStreets #blackout #poem iv | And The Saga Continues: the blackout poem

Lifelines: the blackout poem


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At this point, I’d like to extend my heart and prayers to those that rely on a breathing machine.
I’d like to extend my heart and prayers to those that rely on a dialysis machine.
Case and point, I pray that they were fortunate enough to have a fully charged portable machine.
I pray that they were fortunate enough to make it to the hospital the moment the power outage cutoff their machine.
I’d like to extend my heart and prayers to the senior citizens whose visits come far and few in between.
I’d like to invite you to check on a senior citizen today.
I’d like to invite you to check on a kidney survivor today.
I’m inviting you to check on someone and that someone could be anyone today.
I challenge you to recharge your spirit,
I challenge you to let your inner glow illuminate the day.
I invite you to use #seniorsmattertoo;
I challenge you to a random act of kindness today.
By the way, September is #suicideawarenessmonth;
I challenge you to be a lifeline today.
I challenge you to call or text someone: How are you doing today?
And with that being said, there’s one thing I’d like to know:
How are you doing today?

@StevieStreets #blackout #poem iii | Lifelines: the blackout poem

How Is The Power Still Not On?



How is the power still not on?
We’ve experienced thunder storms that were more severe than this tropical storm.
It’s been drizzling for hours yet still the power’s gone.
Why was an 8 p.m. curfew issued to clean up the roads and restore power
yet 8 hours later they still haven’t turned the power on?
Maybe I missed the gusting winds, maybe I missed the heavy rain,
maybe I was somewhere in my bubble when we got hit with the worse of the tropical storm…
What I know for sure is it’s drizzling and the power is still not on.
How is the power still not on?
Maybe the power’s that be prepared for this state of emergency like they prepared for that ice storm…
in which case, I’m hoping I’m wrong.
I’m hoping a few falling trees doesn’t leave us for days without lights on.
Especially since we’ve experienced thunder storms that were more severe than this tropical storm.
But then again; maybe Irma is passive agressive, maybe she’s a quiet storm…
all I know is it’s been drizzling for hours and the power’s still not on.
Maybe I should practice patience, maybe I should track down Irma and ask her: What’s really going on?
Maybe I should practice patience, maybe I’m the one that blew a fuse…
Maybe my patience is gone.
Maybe, I need food to brighten my mood while I weather the storm.
But one thing I gotta know: How is the power still not on?

@StevieStreets #blackout #poem ii | How Is The Power Still Not On?