#impoverished
I saw her standing in line fancying a magazine-
penniless as she was and buying food.
She had to use "the stamps", the mark of the poor.
She was as pretty a thing as I'd ever seen.
Her half-done hair and hand-me-down dress
were as beautiful as any model's straightway from Bloomingdale's.
Our eyes met, but I turned away...
My eyes unworthy to behold the gaze of the impoverished princess.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
The bombs already drop
in rhythmic succession,
brewing but little
condemnation.
Millions bleed the colour of soil -
impoverished by
rich mans toil.
But not a tear,
not a song is shed - unless,
they bleed the colour of
the dollar bill.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Half white, half other
Mother of a soon to be
Born from an intent at backlash
Mother of a born to be
Plastic spoon in a microwave
Destitute, minimal,
designer criminal
Bun in the oven
Baby be coming
Out of any mind to choose
Mother of a soon to be
Potential property to bruise
Heidegger enlisted to the off-side
Probably due to the wave before
Baby lost to the in and out
of control, vessel of the past and preordained
Prescribed a will denying the innate
All joke, all alone
Began to end in a hot flash
Mother of a soon to be
Giveaway
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
All our senses concatenate, building on each other
<>
this interplay is truly interplanetary,
for each of us a unique solar system,
our brains,
intricacy literally personified,
and our five senses, working
in
concatenation
our long range sensors, busy bees compiling inputs
by the nanosecond second, distilling, integrating.
blending and then reconstructing…into a whole!
*a gentle breeze ruffles the hair,
the tree swing rises and flows
of its own accord, no passported
passenger required, and a neighbor’s
American Flag, moves majestically &
impressively, whipping, dancing, yes, prancing
to a tune only it can hear,
the syncopated air currents providing
a rhythmic awesome inspiring beat…*
and the brain takes this all in, a momentary
second of a vista that is constantly flexing,
yet remains unchanged, a muscular view
of a real world, living but yet immutable,
and I utter thanks to my motor functions,
that bless me with the eyes to perceive,
the nostrils to smell sea salt flavored air,
the hearing ears that the know the imperceptible
orchestrations of silences by their absence
and their intrusion, and I touch my fingertips
to my tongue, wetted, and hyper sensitized
to that gentle breeze that decorates the
landscapes external,
*and the combinatory
addition of the all of it, into a single momentary
poem of recall, what I “knew” yesterday, & will
greet again this coming day, as an old unfamiliar
friend, who grasps me entire, and proclaims:
this is living…and the greatest satisfaction that
a speck of mortal can achieve, retain and
through impoverished words…share*
4:14am
Mon Jul 22
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Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 4:25 AM UTC
How cowardly it
is to hide behind the scenes
and play puppeteer,
while my children are starving
in the streets your Benz drives through.
How selfish it is
to ignore paying taxes,
while I scrape and search
for meaningless currency,
with auditors on my ***
How luxurious
it must be to slumber in
silk and satin sheets,
while my unclad family
bunches together for warmth.
Oh, the nerve I have
to speak loudly against those
harboring every
cent, while there are thousands of
us without one to our names.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
If we are a free country why does everything cost so much?
Society will not help those stuck in a cycle of poverty
The many cannot help themselves
So poor stay poor and the rich keep expanding the size of their bank accounts
Cannot save the hungry or the homeless so we might as well save face
Mistaken for freedom is decision
We are given few choices to make us feel like we are in control but that power is just an illusion
It is a free country to the privileged and an imprisoned country to the impoverished
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC