"beggers" poems
A couple wuz beading up
for a chi chi day
She drunkenly laughed
**** stained her dress
A olive skin woman
in golden glitter pasties
Offered neon *** shots
near 10 in the morning
A chubby girl dressed
in a black fishnet body suit
selling face paintings
while her supple *******
Jiggled in your face
A black man occupied
A most different plain
Sat behind two chess boards
wasn't gettin paid
Two SAP cars parked
At Royal Sonesta curb
idling to taxi exec sappers
back to the friendly skies
****** whippin glitter girl
Shakin her money maker
Lookin hard at her wares
What the hell she sellin?
Across the street
miked up bible thumper
Doin his groove thing
Raged against the ***** show
Ca ching ca ching ca ching
I ducked a bity bee
Flying at my face
I'm walkin Bourbon
Full of mighty grace
Hard Rock Guys
selling cannabis lollis
crowded corners bumpin
Ain't no trollies
boom box blastin
back beat samples
Who Dat Jazz?
muskrat rambles
Three card monte
Obstructive beggers
Kids banging on
5 gallon drums
Gimme a dime mister
Louie Armstrong Park
Congo Square
Where it at?
Gotta get there
***** Glitter still barking
Mardi ****** Gras tees
Snapchat Me Your *****
Ducked another bee
Kid put his two pails
In mid of the rue
Gotta pay the toll
Whatcha gunna do?
Music:
Mardi Gras Music
From NOLA Notes
2/18/17
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Beggers cant be Choosers,
Winners won't be Losers,
Early birds can't be Snoozers,
Dont'ers won't be Do'ers,
More or Less but jus not Fewer,
Ugly is ugly.. It won't get Cuter..
If it's Old, it ain't getting Newer,
Roses are red &
Violets are Blue'er,
If you give them an Inch..they will take the whole Ruler
This world is Cold
And just getting Crueler .
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Until the rain melts
and clouds bump
into the sun,
you can try
and elude me.
Until rabbit ******
is outlawed and
Alice grows up,
you can try and
outwit me.
Until horses
stop galloping
and cheetahs are fat,
you can try and
outrun me.
Until beggers
choose and choosers
beg,
you can try and
turn on me.
Until down is up
and up is down,
you can try and
outreach me.
But I will continue chasing you,
around landmines,
hopping rabbit holes,
and fighting currents,
until you are mine.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Gather yourself
Ill prepare some lines of ********
Oh God your still reading...
I arrive home from work
And immediately grab my bottle of wine
Sweet red wine
Too sweet
But tonight it will do just fine
I drop to the couch while guzzling
That cheap sweet red wine
It drips like maple syrup
And sit atop my stomach
As if in the Black Sea
I draw a substantial drag
From my hydrocombustion device
And wonder why I care?
I'll find another **** job
I'll have to play a few nights out at the bar
All that aside
The worst of it is that sweet red wine
For what I'd do for something a little sour
I'm 22 years old
I do the work
Of children and beggers
Opportunity is a time share
For those buying or already bought in
Turn kings
From
Tenants and insurance agents
American dream a lie
Though plenty of room
for poor poets
In ratty apartments
On the East Side
And how it kills me
You live in the city
And have no time
To free me from my wounded
Masculinity
Wish I boarded the 6am train
And lived in a tower
Maybe I could afford something a little
More sour
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
i have sandpaper for eyes
you cant see
because im blind
no-one draws near
no-one escapes notice
empty shells of conversations
scattered like spent bullets on a battlefield
useless to stem the tide
so they retreat away from the dull grinding
my eyes are sandpaper
slowly grinding away the walls that contain me
she loads death with care
into the device
she is ***
she is warm redheaded lust
she is life and death loading a spike
beggers bones
and they shuffle off nineteen dollar bills
its twenty dude not a dime less
thoughts and plans are well heeled
till they hit the pavement
all ways said the road sorts the ******** from the true
i see them wince when they meet my gaze
nearsighted apologetic polite criminals
they gather in the lighted
end of the corridor feeling confident
that the darkness would consume them
then from the safety of this
fortress of light the release the details
that should confound you into silence
my eyes are sandpaper
slowly grinding away the borders
that contain me
madness is not their only symptom
a fever breaks loose and sweats in the complexity's
of the wheels within wheels
i cannot bear that this place should be the end
this dry barren place
you cant see because im blind
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
I lay awake in bed holding my breath
grippin the sheets feeling close to death
Dreamin a world without you will have me feeling helpless and worthless less of a human being.
You make me better
I wish I known you sooner, I woulda never had let you get hurt,
having ya feelings growin in dirt,
like other losers.
on my knees tellin beggers cant be choosers,
on my knees with a promise ring tellin at least my love wont bruise ya.
Cause people took you for granted,
but no longer will you need a fistt,
all will you need is your lips cause ima have your hand in something to be,
future maybe?? Have another baby?
its crazy but thats life, when you pushin up daisy.
Mamita im lazy,
but my heart is not, it stands on two feet while holding its own just like you baby, it wants you as its crown.
So you can be held on top.
On top of my world and on my mind,
cause thats where you are in reality almost all the time.
Pardon my feelings that grow ahead of time, pass the ceilin thats just life on a heart monitor,
always on a thin line, cause you take my breath away , barly breathin.
So dont mind my-
my sweet Dear, i only fear for for my heart to be taken or mistaken for something its not so I reveal my soul to you, cause thats all i got,
you on my mind alot and i think?
see I cant stop!
I dont know why? Ima hot head , with you in my mind im hot
in the skys like a star that been shot,
and the heat is commin,the hots for you have me burnin,
and im alil concernin i hope im not being played cause then from this will, you defeat its purpose, and ima be back at square one again,
feeling worthless,
i open my self ahead of time,
so i pull open the close curtains so,
you can see thru my eyes in time you will know for certain,
that i am the realist! but i am not all perfect,
im just ahead of the curve like script cursive.
By: Emmmanuel jv Hernandez
7/6/13
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
this girl dreamed of an open field where she could raise her family
where there's beautiful trees and a nice summer breeze
so she prays to God down on her knees
begging keeps on repeating it never forgets to mention please
out in the streets hustling its frustrating
because here lately baby girl is tired of waiting
her husband don't even know the games that shes playing
days goes bye while he's lonely in bed looking where she should be laying
staying up as the sun goes down
missing the smiles on her face now all you can see is her frown
as this man is tired of bodies being buried in the ground
so he stays inside just because he's afraid to walk around town
one night as he's sitting there wife comes home with the look of fear
he's already hit her and shes ready to disappear
but hes over it and just want to whisper in her ear
i love you but she hates him for all the **** she puts up with here
he knows its coming his mind starts running
he says let me tell you something
he goes evil when his heart turns black
jumps in the car driving like he has got no hope
just wants to slit his throat drive his into the river like its a boat
while he don't look back
he has one last chance to stop by the most beautiful girl
he says look i know im useable girl
beggers cant be choose able girl
im about to hit this tree answer me girl
she says no im finally done
get out of the car your a shooting star but i need to run
so his eyes tear up as he smashes the gas
aiming for the tree hoping to **** his ***
but he gets out blood dripping hes trippin life slipping away
shes dipping while the paramedics are checking to see if hes okay
all he can say, is i love her please make her stay
but shes already in love thinking Ima leave this worthless ***** just where he lay
hes choked up
cant believe him and the love of his life just broke up today
laying in the hospital bed thinking she'll show up instead
after all the blood he shed to prove he was ready to just be dead
but she had to go see someone else to hold her
just to **** with his mind and seem a little colder
but hes getting older thinking **** it i gave everything i possibly show her
but hes the bad guy to bad there's two stories
to bad he's so high so sad that he has to try not to worry
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Beats!!!.....mmmh
Beats and weather,
flying from my haters like feathers
The music is so loud
I can't hear you beggers
Click
Why hate fears,am with all my peers
Worst worst worst. Flagitious
Always under me you can never understand me
Up in tha sky,shining like never
My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality
Click... uhuh
Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist??
Remember me on the stairs
With my eleven tears
Praying wishing hoping for your extinction
If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears
Click....click..huh
Listen up clickers
Am a winner with no wings
A kisser with no lips
a Knight with no armour
When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Upside down you walk the clouds
And you are unaware
You touch your feet on moonbeans
They are a golden stair
You breathe under the ocean
Peruse the coral reefs
Dance with the yellow fishes
Tell them your beliefs
The Earth is actually the sky
Cars are birds that fly on by
You query raindrops - they don't lie
You pet doves - they're never shy
And the rainbows never die
You never stop to question why
You see angels. You hear ions.
You smell blue. You touch the eons.
The beggers rule. The bankers peons.
Are these things we can agree on?
Your hair's a cloud. Your skin's a glove.
The sun is flat. The Earth's above.
Let's just face it...
*You're in LOVE!*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
FA:
Misinterpreted
You think just because
I have a smile on my face and I'm laughing
That everything is fine
And I'm not
AB:
forgettng what there was
Sometimes it maybe could over barring,
But when you fall out of line,
While your ahead just stop
FA:
Because you don't know me
So don't judge me
On what you think you know
I'm don't have a perfect life
I never lived in a two parent home
A day in life
AB:
Ignoring your pity,
I will have feeling empty,
Your better pray and hope,
That I don't reach you out of sight,
You won't miss when I'm gone,
Had to sacrifice
FA;
Don't misinterpret me nomore
Like stupid-ass ******* just stop
If you don't witness with your eyes
Then don't witness with your mouth
So stop these ******* rumors
Cause don't none of y'all know my struggles
AB:
Allowing me to settle the score,
Please get of a ****
You have to realize,
I'm nothing to mess with,
Beggers can be choosers,
And what you chose is for me to make the world crumble.
FA:
I'm like apple I look great on the outside
But I'm ****** up on the inside
Don't Judge a book by it cover
AB:
Look out boys,
Don't **** around ,
She's got a lover,
FA:
Look out girls
Don't **** around
He's got a lover
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
You think just because
I have a smile on my face and I'm laughing
That everything is fine
When I'm not ok
forgettng what there was
Sometimes it maybe could over barring,
But when you fall out of line,
While your ahead just stop
Because you don't know me
So don't judge me
On what you think you know
I'm don't have a perfect life
I never lived in a two parent home
A day in life
Ignoring your pity,
I will have feeling empty,
Your better pray and hope,
That I don't reach you out of sight,
You won't miss when I'm gone,
Had to sacrifice
Don't misinterpret me nomore
Like stupid-ass ******* just stop
If you don't witness with your eyes
Then don't witness with your mouth
So stop these ******* rumors
Cause don't none of y'all know my struggles
Allowing me to settle the score,
Please get of a ****
You have to realize,
I'm nothing to mess with,
Beggers can be choosers,
And what you chose is for me to make the world crumble.
I'm like apple I look great on the outside
But I'm ****** up on the inside
Don't Judge a book by it cover
Look out boys,
Don't **** around ,
She's got a lover,
Look out girls
Don't **** around
He's got a lover
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
Red prints are scattered everywhere,
On the wheels of industry,
The ballots of democracy,
On the clothes we wear.
We left them on initials,
At ATM's and One-armed Bandits,
In stone, I'l leave mine chiseled.
I saw them on the beggers's cup,
He wasn't asking for so much,
When I looked back, I saw my tracks,
Outlined in red retreat.
The message is on the road maps,
The vericose veins of land,
The arthritic grip on sanity
Is dripping red demands.
Dark rooms of photography,
Invisible ink and trickery
To get you to sign,
On the dotted line,
In red.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
I was duped last night
By the Transgenders beggers
Most of the time I ignore them
As if I never saw them
But last night
I was a little scared
As I knew I had money in my wallet
For no reason I stopped
And they forwarded towards me
Asking me for money
I somehow thought that poor people
They have no place in the society
So they beg
Not fair that people neglect them
So took out little money and gave them
To my shock, they wanted to see how much more money I had
They kept saying they would just keep a coin
Took out the whole bunch of money
And I kept saying No,
Don't take
Don't take.
I have no more money
But 3 of them in agressive voices
Kept telling me
They will keep the money back
Swearing in the name of God
I was not leaving the money
Until I saw them being more agressive towards me
I left the money
And they took and kept again
Obviously I knew half the money won't be there
But I was scared
As everyone was just a mere audience
I had to save myself
Money I can get back
But thought if they attack me
That might be more tragic.
They folded the Money and kept back and questioning me in more agressive voices-
Why don't you trust us?
Why don't you trust us?
They left after that
And I left the opposite side
Checking my wallet
They took more than half the money
And left little money for me.
A lesson learnt, during hard times
Nobody comes to rescue
Rather I have to be extra careful.
I was scared the whole night
I know people would laugh at me
Saying why did I stop there
Or take out my wallet in the first place.
I didn't plan for all these
Just thought may be being helpful might be good.
Duped as I was.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
"Twisted I'm Blissted
Always on they wish list
I'm Stalling He's calling
On my Knees I'm Ballin
I'm Fallen I'm Crawling
They love to see me crawling
I'm Crying, But they Buying
The heavens above are dying
No Lying, Aint Denying
I think I'm Flying
I wipe my tears they Drying
Thank Goodness, you know me, never let go just hold me
you're the only familiar face that know me
Happy, you make me so Happy
when the world outside so ******
Can't help it, wasn't born white collar
But I'm smarter, I'll work harder
For that cleaner respectable dollar
Beggers can't be choosers I refuse to be a loser
I pray, Every night I pray I'll make it to the top one day
So I can help the ones who struggle to live the life they juggle. Ayyy"
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
Florescent lights pierce
my eyelids at five o'clock.
I open them and I squint.
I have to remember to
turn my head when I wake up.
Shuttle leaves at 6 o'clock.
I do not have time to wake.
I lumber to my locker.
Carefully turning the dial.
Careful no one sees the code.
I dress myself lazily.
The coffee here is weak.
If not, then it is day old.
Beggers can't be choosers.
I ready my beach cruiser.
Waiting in line while my breath
forms a bellow of hot
human vapor. They pull up.
I place my bike on the rack.
I get onto the shuttle.
Fifteen minutes later I
arrive at my shuttle stop.
A five mile ride to work
while the sun bleeds over the
horizon and shines on me.
There was a peace I felt as
I vibed to music on my
way to work. I felt free then.
Then, arriving at work, I
worked until the ride back there.
As the sun set I waited.
Shuttle pulls up and I place
my bike on the rack. Back to
the place I wake up squinting.
I can't wait for my bike ride....
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Tyrent minds beautifully engraved to street sign metal, purified pedals glow to tunnels only angels see.. Try and believe we are what we need when the clouds come swinging in, storms to grins and awakenings of whats new. Sins come with clues when the gas stations empty, lost believer, cross deceiver your mind is full and plenty..Sunglass highway take those fashionists to their old clubs, where girls turn to thugs with tattoos of fiercesome fright, dogs howl at moons baboons turn to, while leather is skin blood tight. volunteers in kitchens where heat is a hundred degrees, ones on knees just to make a cheap buck, beggers cant be givers when sinners are bigger than your orriginal drug bust.. Talented shakespherean, master's invitation given to only those who fit. have you won your prize, one with soft baby eyes your stuck to wordly grips.... Heavenly hips ive yet to find, where one turns boys to men and devils to false ends where captivation leaves your fantasies behind..What signs will one plot? wheres one is to hot to satisfy you every need..You candy you treat how sensual are we these days...How sensual is your memory...........Title- Candy lane... By meself :))))
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Wandering around the streets barefoot, picking up leftovers from the garbage piles to satisfy the hunger is mere part of a begger's myriad privations. No matter how talented he is born, begging is the only job which he has to perform.
Luxuries? They dont even know something like this.
Roaming around the road with their innocent smiles,
Getting a note of 10rs fills their world with joy.
When asked where they live,
Road was the answer that they give.
Do they own that road? Do they own that street?
Hardships don't scare them anymore,
As they are the free souls.
How strange is it that a smile always find its way on a face of a child who has born with no privilege. How can an eye which has seen only sadness can sparkle like a sunshine.
How can somebody have a carefree slumber knowing the fact that life will always remain cruel to him.
Maybe that is the irony of life, On one hand a person sleeping in king size bed cribs about the quality of his mattress and on the other side a torned blanket is like bounty to
some.
Why our happiness has become so expensive? Why all of us have become so materialistic? Lets learn something from these innocent smiles. Lets not be a slave of money lets try to see life beyond luxuries.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
If I don't stop
empathizing I am
gonna bury my ***
under souls the
beggers
the down trodden
but I never will
no matter what pile forms atop me
If I can still breathe
I am gonna see hope from his armpit between her legs
from the bottom of humanity
and beg
just ease up all you upon me let me
have one breath ok
there now I am with you again
let's fight just get off me
run ! run , that's it
I will catch up
I am wheezing
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
I think dogs hate us...
... we have ALL the food!
10W
Soul Survivor
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
I was buying a parking pass from a sketchy, one-room portable office because the people that designed and built my building forgot that people have cars and
I keep my phone on silent so I missed the first call and
I knew my Grandma was having surgery that morning to replace a valve in her heart and
I knew my Mom wouldn't call unless there was a reason so as I was walking back to the bus stop, I gave my mom a ring.
It was mid-September and
we cried together but apart and
I decided to walk the 5 km home 'cause I didn't want to break down on the bus and
it was a beautiful day and
I knew that people would stare.
Mom said there was a 4% chance it would go bad and
we knew the odds were ok but she was 92 years old and
she never really was one for odds, fighting and becoming one of 3 female doctors in her graduating class. Mom called her on her days off and
they always talked for a few hours and
I know that Grandma really valued that time.
On my walk in this unrelated town, nothing seemed out of place, but I wasn't really there at all. The beggers begged and
the students drank and
studied and
the thugs thugged and
the cyclists cycled past me as I put my headphones in and
tried to disappear after saying goodbye to Mom because she had other calls to make.
And
Kim texted me wondering why Mom wasn't picking up and
I told her that she would be calling shortly and
I put my phone away and
walked on with my head down.
***
That Christmas season, we had no real family get-together for the first time, but I went with Mom and
3/4 of her siblings and
various other family members to Grandma's favourite restaurant that we went to together a few times and
everyone seemed genuinely happy and comfortable. And
I know they all missed her, of course, and
she was a doctor and
my Grandpa a surgeon, so they had a bunch of money to hand down to their children and
Grandma's family was the most important thing to her, so I think she would be happy knowing that everyone she loved and
that cared for her was a little more comfortable, was able to pay some student loans or a mortgage or a trip (which, also, she spent most of her life doing).
And
it seemed strange to me that on the day she died, nothing really changed, but as time moved on, she has continued to make all of our lives a little easier, a little brighter, a little less gloomy in the months that followed. And
this isn't an "Ode to Money," but rather an "Ode to my Mom's best friend" because all she ever wanted came true, directly
thanks to her.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
We both were late to the date because of rush traffic hours of Izmir.
I was the first one to reach the meeting point.
Wandering around and staring at people were only option at the time.
There were so many girls and couples in the street.
Everybody was passing through to reach somewhere, maybe to a date.
There were a few songsters on the street,
Some of them playing guitar while other one playing clarinet.
The beggers and little ******** were the terror source,
Beside the brochure dealers in Kibris Sehitleri.
Mobile life of the city was infront on me.
I was the observer, I was the flaneur among them.
Suddenly, I heard a voice calling me behind me.
My cutest friend ever, the source of joy was right there.
She was there to give me a huge hug to cheer me up.
A nice hug which was destined to warm my heart up.
I intended to be dull and silent at the beginning.
Until I drunk the beer and unlocked my mouth.
My depressive nature was the source of discomfort.
I know I have so many things to confront.
My best audience and my ******* talkative mouth.
My words were very complex,
They were sounding as if had been destined to be provoker.
My thoughts ruined my former thoughts.
I did not mean to give her a headache.
I intended to explain other me within me.
The complex dreams and emotions beside undefined thoughts,
They were trying to make me insane.
I was like a locked box in other locked boxes.
Sometimes my words were as pure as water,
Sometimes confusing as much as alcohol is.
Emotions were crystal clear but words not.
My stories and problems ruined the harmony,
But she was willing to listen to me as always.
As I told her, I intended not to say the truth.
The truth which slowly tears me, my heart.
Real meaning of hypocrisy I had written her in my poem,
It was just in front of her.
But she was not looking from the right side,
Like I refused to change perspective.
The nightmares I see every night,
Idea of losing her and her friendship.
And next to them there was my selfishness.
But it is suppressed by my cowardice.
The worst fear is to lose her suddenly, very early.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
A city incomplete. Orange vibrance directs every corner. Its
edges are rough, each turn of the
wheel testing my shocks
as asphalt ebbs and flows
beneath me. Each turn is chaos,
each location new and different. A city lost among itself. Still, each
turn brings with it cobblestone roads and ancient paintings, museums and tourists and beggers, some sitting under bridges, huddled around
a fire. I burn, too, teeth still chattering,
at home among the chaos. A city with plenty of past, looking forward. It
isn't hard to relate.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Show me your gods
All fur, purr and bark
Feather, skin, scale.
Those demi beings
that mark your heart
and steal your soul.
Those scraps of love
That make hard days whole
mornings bearable and nights
A little less lonely, predictable
or indeed a little less cold
The bed hoggers, extra joggers
The shoe chewers, the foremen
the cuties, the mute beggers
Soulful singers, paper bringers
Howlers, growlers,meowers
Chirpy talkers, hissers,
water blissers,
Princes waiting to be kissed
sloppy drooly kissers,
the sandpaper lickers
The back leg kickers
those who make biscuits
those who sleep,
like loaves of bread
Tail waggers, live in baggers
Perch dancers, walkies prancers
**** machines, Catnip dreamers
Redlight baskers
Show me your gods..
be they small, large, short, tall
Slim, plump, grim lumps
Portly, courtly, royalty
or hot fluffly messes
Bring them out to parade
with these god's
a home is made
and in these days dark and dreary
We need these gods
for when we become weary
Of the world we've made
We need
somewhere to lay our hearts
some thing that has a unlimited
grab bag of fresh starts.
These gods
everyday the give you a bit of
extra heart extra hope
A reason to hang on
to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh
So show to me;
your gods
and say a prayer
and thank the lord
he made them with care.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
Upside down you walk the clouds
And you are unaware
You touch your feet on moonbeans
They are a golden stair
You breathe under the ocean
Peruse the coral reefs
Dance with the yellow fishes
Tell them your beliefs
The Earth is actually the sky
Cars are birds that fly on by
You query raindrops - they don't lie
You pet doves - they're never shy
And the rainbows never die
You never stop to question why
You see angels. You hear ions.
You smell blue. You touch the eons.
The beggers rule. The bankers peons.
Are these things we can agree on?
Your hair's a cloud. Your skin's a glove.
The sun is flat. The Earth's above.
Let's just face it...
You're in LOVE!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/31/2016
Reposted 10/2025
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC
Time devours beauty of a maiden,
Like a flower withering in a prevailing drought
It pulls down the bright petals of her youth
To ruins of a deserted city
Mighty, once adorned,
Of her great walls and golden streets,
That whispers of her riches
Echoed the high mountains and valleys below,
As swans swam up her Jordan,
To the tunes of the eastern parrots
Finest, smiles like a sunset,
And the melodic voice of her highness
Now, behind shutters of broken glass,
A ghostly structure falling into oblivion
Deserted by kings, counsel men, and soldiers
As her streets crawl with beggers and the unclean
Her walls falling brick by brick,
As the wind pulls one strand of her hair at a time
But, she smiles, touching the smooth surface,
Of the glass, more like herself
And whispers, "for every city that fades from glory,
The world must raise another, "
"and for every queen that ages,
The kingdom must crown another"
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC