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

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And The Saga Continues

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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?

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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?

Black Velvet: the blackout poem

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Power is out… on the bright side, I’ve always long to read and write neath the candle light.
After the sunlight falls, I’m gonna listen to the jazz orchestrated by the rainfall and just write.
I’m gonna let the wind blow through my heart as I’m serenaded by the storm tonight.
I’m gonna ballroom dance to the swaying of the trees tonight.
I’m gonna personify mother nature neath the candle light;
when nature calls, I’ll pretend she’s Nina Simone singing Wild Is the Wind tonight.
I wanna summon invocations to the muse under the pale moonlight;
when the darkness falls upon us, I want to adore it like the sight of cherry blossoms in the spring.
When mother nature says it’s time for all black everything,
I shall picture her in a black velvet dress blowing kisses in the wind
’cause she’s wild as the wind and that black girl magic is everything.
In the midst of this blackout, my darling muse is shining bright.
I think I’ll call this one black velvet as a momento of mother nature and the beauty of the night.

@StevieStreets #nostalgia #poem | Black Velvet: the #blackout poem

Peace Over Everything vol. ii

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May you choose peace over everything;
’cause everything is everything.
Just as the flower needs the sun and the rain,
life needs the joy and the pain.

What the bee does to the flower,
a smile does to the heart.
Everybody loves the sunshine
yet the stars shine brightest in the dark.

Life is no walk in the park
yet you must stop and smell the roses;
take a walk in the park.
You must do more of what makes you happy;
inhale, exhale, learn to smile from your heart.

Let your inner glow illuminate a different kind of vibe, today.
You must protect your sanity,
don’t let nothing kill your vibe today.

Remember energy is everything
and you deserve a little piece of everything
’cause everything is everything;
but more importantly, you deserve a little peace over everything…

@StevieStreets | PEACE OVER EVERYTHING: a #goodvibesonly poem vol. ii

Self-Preservation is Paramount

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There’s nothing selfish about putting your “self” first, self-preservation is paramount. –@StevieStreets


#codeofthestreets:

Take care of yourself…

Fact or Fiction?

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HOLLY CRAAP! 

Is it Fiction or Facts? 
Libraries Matter;

as matter of fact,

let me librarian that…
Oh! You tend to rely on the news?!

Oh-kay… good luck with that.

Truth be told; you should be careful with that.

You should rely on a much more credible source,

the news has been known to report alternative facts;

the fiction section is filled with stories like that.
Oh! You tend to rely on search engines?!

Oh-kay… good luck with that.

Truth be told; you should be careful with that.

Sure the search engines will bring you back a million answers back;

however, it is thee librarian that will bring you the correct answer back.
@StevieStreets #librarydiaries #poem | FACT or FICTION? 

The Bank of Life

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Make Every Second Count… then learn to Master Your Minutes; 

we all 24 hours in The Bank of Life, 

how you choose to spend those 24 hours should be in your best interest someway. 
What you do with the 24 hours that you are granted in The Bank of Life 

will either increase or deplete your return on investment each day.
When you begin to see that each day is one of one, 

you will soon begin to see that there’s a big difference between one day and day one. 
@StevieStreets #timemanagement #insights #poem | The Bank of Life

The Card Catalog

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Do you remember the time….
when libraries were filled with card catalogs, cardigans, and spectacles?

Do you remember the time…
when the library ladies wore their hair in a bun,

back when hearing the words “reading opens your mind to worlds of wonders” was so much fun,

when thumbing through a card catalog was quite the spectacle?

Do you remember…
when Saturday mornings at the library were filled with family fun,

back when you were taught to use your inside voice and SHHH was the rule of thumb,

back when your search engines were The Card Catalog or a Superhero Library Lady caped with a cardigan and masked with a pair of spectacles?

Do you remember the time…
when you first discovered the book was better than the movie,

back when the childrens librarian first taught you how to Dewey,

when thumbing through a card catalog was quite the spectacle?

@StevieStreets #vintage #datlibrarylife #poem | The Card Catalog