"appetiser" poems
Taking dinner from your litter
not a drifter seeking shelter
an organiser
sympathiser
Hero of the oppressed
the distressed
While millions wait in hunger
shipwrecked
poverty entrenched
capitalism unchecked
Does it make you wonder
if your contempt
for the dumpster diver
is justified?
Use the planet
for your plunder
it is a little ******
your appetiser
could quench the hunger
of a village over winter
Does it upset you to accept
your excuses
are inept?
The diver of the dumpster
is an enigma
a free thinker
challenging you
with counterculture
to wake from your slumber
reject
excess
redress
Food injustice
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
I am,
a sword in the hands of a Spartan,
the will in the hearts of a Titan,
the rock David used to defeat Goliath the giant,
the joyful tear that drops from the Mother's eyes at the first
sight of the new born child,
then I become the sniffle that breaks the silence
My soul lives in the heat of the Earth's core so it can't be
burnt by its violence,
freedom screams thy name with no strings attached
however I like the two-faced sounds of the violins.
I am,
the Autumn leaf that didn't fall in the fall when the weather
was in the minus,
the first light of the day that graces the skins of the early
risers,
the main course, the dessert, the appetiser,
the money spent by a miser,
the Earth on which living beings live on,
the air that fills thy lungs,
the fire that keeps us warm
the energy that you give off that makes me who I have become.
I am,
the water that quenches thy thirst,
a favourite rappers best verse,
an influential scientist's most educated guess,
a Grandchild's first step,
Romeo and Juliet's last breath,
Love,
I am you
... Special
O.Q-N
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
Appetiser
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A fresh, hot glance in the mirror
To start
-
A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes
Main
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An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love.
Braisen confidence with likeability
Amuse bouche
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Insufferable indecision
Dessert
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A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
Born with the legs of a baby deer
I sprung to my feet,
Running not from a wolf, not from a bear,
But from a young women
Who raised children with fear
I dived into the room
The one with purple walls,
closed curtains and a box full of dolls
Swallowed by the dark
I was an appetiser
For the shadows yet to come
Looming over the bed frame
Her voice distorted
Her body stretched
In a second, she switched from
A mother to a monster
One with miserable, red eyes
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC