#spoon
99% are starving because the 1%,
those with gold spoons in their mouths—
have a hunger that never quits.
A hunger for power that will lead to our demise,
but, their games will never subside.
Until we choose rise. Until we choose to fight it.
They keep us overburdened to tire us into submission.
Tweak our media, leading us to uncertainty—
to hide their true missions, the cruel absurdity.
Their lack of concern for the rest of humanity,
and their acceptance of scarcity being our reality, so they can exist in their greed.
That will never cease to sicken me.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
This is based on an April Fool’s Day Sermon a Minister of mine gave. “Brother Ben” (Benny Burlison of Palestine Texas) preached from Nursery Rhymes that day instead of the Bible. He managed to make a moral point anyway, using some variation of this. I can’t remember his exact poem but I did remember the plot, so I just rewrote it.
Hey ****** ******
The Cat and the Fiddle!
The Cow jumped over the Moon.
The Little Dog laughed
To see such a sight
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.
“No!" Said the Cup
Whose Kid was the Dish.
"Her marrying a Spoon
Was never my wish!”
And “No!” said the Bowl
Whose Kid was the Spoon
So they both prayed to God,
“Get our Children back soon!”
God heard their prayers
So when they went to a park
They met up with a compassionate Fork!
“Go home!” Said the Fork!
“I agree!” said a Knife!
“You are much too young
To be Husband and Wife!”
These Cutlery advised them all night
By the light of the Moon
The Kids came back
By the next afternoon!
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 5:58 PM UTC
Use imagination to picture a face
On top of mine
Empty space
In future if you find your attraction fading
If necessary to keep doubts from invading
Never want you developing a wandering eye
The alternative may mean admiration is a lie
Past chemistry we could not debate
In the present my body you are hurt by or hate
Patience no easier to get
Further than a different planet
No more mapped than dark side of the moon
Yet warmer than the bottom of this blackened spoon
Patience is cost effective
Scarce to find
Patience is free
Rare in the mind
Patience is waiting for me
For me to be a new somebody
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
Since covid paced in
Hunger lingers
In this skinny land
As many arms are folded
During a lockdown
Void of spoons going to the mouth
To further widen
The red sea between
The highs and lows of the land
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
this **** quarantine
is keeping me from getting
my daily dose of cuddles!!!!
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
She was the **** I was the crystal
addicted to each other the moment
we meet.
But every high has a come down,
I'm the ***** needle..
She was the spoon, warming up on
another's sleeve.
Tided tightly ready to overdose on her.
She was the chemical bliss
that could be taken anywhere,
I thought...
that we were something special.
But I was used,
discarded.
I was useless to her, as I was unable
to pierce the vein..
Used to many times.
So she found another way to find
a way to make her self higher
than she was with me.
Now I'm in a come down
rehabilitated
and I'm struggling.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
when his arms are wrapped around me
it seems like for once
everything will be okay.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
Head of a silver spoon hanging in the sky
Reaching down into the midnight cloud bowl
Scooping up spiced stars scattered in a soup
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Mac and Bloom
Went up to the Moon
With a Spoon
In search of pretty Alien
They looked here
They looked there
No Alien was found
And time was bound
They returned to earth
Only with some dust
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
The other day, I
Tried to eat a
*** of yoghurt.
Lacking the tools,
I called up
To my mother:
"Mum! Where
Are the spoons?"
The fatal words.
Now, every time I
Go online, all the
Adverts are for cutlery.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
We have been married for fifty years,
Seen many seasons,faced many fears and tears.
What was mine and yours,
Has become ours.
We are a pair,
Everything we share,
Equally and fair.
One bed,one blanket and a hot water bottle between us,
No complaints, no fuss.
We share a spoon,
When we have soup at noon,
A sip for me,
A sip for he.
We share the spectacles,
I, to read aloud the bible,
He to read the newspaper which he is able.
We both listen to each other,
He sometimes affectionately calling me mother.
We share the dentures too
For solid food that needs to be chewed.
He wipes my face and I his,
As sometimes tears stain the cheeks.
We hold each others hands tightly and pray,
We stay together as long as the Lord may.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
an oar
that her
canoe bade
by spoon
when park
saw the
river boat
upstream and
she was
saddle the
bridge then
transfer ride
near edge
with my
pickup nudge
her but
seasons end
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Your mother spoon-feeds you happiness.
But at some point
the happiness becomes rotten.
So she cuts your meat in pieces
and feeds it to the therapist.
In hope of answers.
But she will never find the knifes
cutting slowly in your mind.
For you are hopeless.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
What is life without ice cream,
for with every spoonful
troubles melt, tears dry up.
No matter your tastes,
ice-cream is life's
answer to every problem.
And all you need is a spoon
or a fork,
some are freaky like that.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
She felt my thirst.
Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.
I had no idea what was about to happen.
The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.
I felt comfort in her hands.
The places that were cold were no longer.
I've never felt a warmth like the one she provided.
The softness of her hands.
The way I sunk into her eyes.
For the first time I felt special.
Like my voice could finally be heard.
My thirst forever quenched.
Head driven first into a glass of milk.
I drunk until my head swelled.
Her hand never leaving my side.
Although I drunk my body remained slim.
No matter how self conscious I felt she reassured she would always smile.
I swirled in emotion, an eternal need that would forever be purpose
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
The one you seek, hides.
You linger about searching.
Pink packets of sugar.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
A grille
about grease
that string
If she's
only a
remnant where
those cars
were too
fast and
nights were
long and
days with
times that
children played
then here
along my
street again.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Reaching out,
I pull her closer to me than ever,
Her back to my front as we mold together.
Like a pair of spoons on a table top,
My arm around her waist to stop her every shake.
Embedded in my warm embrace.
I hear her breath caress the air,
And smell the fragrance of her hair.
Little does she know that I desire whatever scent she wears.
Obscured by shadows her sleeping face.
I need not see to know that she,
Is in love at least with my embrace.
So tender and so tremendous.
Her warmth the most magnificent,
Of every feeling to be expressed.
By sleeping beauty I'm the beast,
Her heart a steady soothing beat.
Though intoxicating as she may be,
I only desire her next to me.
Don't wake me please from such a dream,
For she is the fairest girl I've seen.
With longing eyes of crystalline,
And a whisper soothing as a stream.
How could I ever let her go,
Perhaps if somehow she did know.
That my embrace holds all of me,
And to break that bond is to shatter me.
Though the clock may say it's time to leave.
I hope that in my embrace she'll stay,
Forever right here next to me.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
My mind
Likes to deceive me
I find someone
truly someone
And they're shattered from me
by a gas smaller than I can see
Shattered into a reality
I've been avoiding my whole life
Dear young, hopeless Cherie
How shall I hope to survive?
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Note is wrapped around a small pink apple, the size of a fist
I suppose
But what better honor is there
than to wait for the right time
and receive but more glory
in which to bathe your humble self
instead of crashing and burning,
being missed by all whose eyes
have had the pleasure of
meeting yours.
My irises,
for one,
would love
nothing more
than to witness
the fire within the
saddened eyes of
the friend I have made
easily, almost too easily.
Niklas.
It rolls off my tongue better than my
own name, it sounds of bells within
my dimwitted mind. If you could hear,
I would sing it over and over again to
be borne by the fingers of the wind
goddesses for your ears and yours alone
to relish, to give you rest from your
current toil.
How helpless am I, Little Cherie.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Angel, again?
If you only knew the secrets
this fence barricades from your mind
dear one.
The higher the fence, the higher the fly
Some make it over, some crash and die
there is no alternative to what God will decide
As Mama says, we're just along for the ride
Family, not present, I understand.
But inwardly, they're there.
Do not tear open your heart
in the hopes they'll become more visible
They'll rather slip out, like wisps of fog
Never to be seen once they hit the sun
Perhaps I can be
what you lack?
19 year old me
does not hold a candle to the
candle a mother burns within the heart of her child
But ...I may endeavor to try?
My name....
....is Cherie.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC