"fasted" poems
She saw the world through a camera lens
And that's just how it was
With filters and Glares from strangers
Who didn't feel the sun
She took photos of the rain
And dewdrops on the grass
Of smiling warm faces
And things that were just crass
She dreamt of her pictures
Under bylines and over books
Her documents of others
Filled with stills that could speak words
She took pictures of her girl
Who was black and blue in depth
Who wanted to be colored
But her filter shown red
She captured her in pain
And in her rare bright smiles
She told her that things
"Just take a while"
She made portfolios and scrapbooks
Of their adventures and their muse
She never knew that her girl would take her life
At a quarter after two
She cried and cried weeks to days
Until the tears just stopped
When she took a photo of the rain
And felt her sadness drop
It shattered all around the floor
And she fumbled with the keys
She printed all the pictures
And posted them with ease
She scattered them around the town
Then fell down to rest
For she could feel a burden being
Lifted off her chest
she went to the school
Of the boy who had hurt her
And her girl
She stood up
She told them
"Has she finally done enough?
She ripped her skin with blades
And fasted for days.
She lit skin on fire
Just because you are liars.
Look at this picture
Do you see her
Look mister
She was beautiful
Yet you made her feel
Like she was void of zeal
You're the ones who told her what to do
And she took her own life
Just like you told her to do.
Are you happy now!
Or are you feeling blue
Are you regretting what you told her to do!"
And with a single crack
Of a baseball bat
she took a picture
Of there bodies cracked shells
As she plumbed them to hell
She saw that red filter
And she felt the pain inside
She could feel herself laugh
Mania arise
The she took one final shot
A picture with the the two
Then killed herself to rise anew
And she got her picture under bylines
And became famous for her art
For everyone loves the artist
Who kills for their art.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
i like to watch the cheetah as he begins to chase
hunting for his food and his prey he does out pace
gathering his speed as the hunt begins
nothing can out pace him the cheetah always wins.
the fasted cat alive his speed it is renown
this is what he uses to catch and then bring down
a hunter of the wild as fast as fast can be
a proper born survivor running wild and free.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
i like to watch the cheetah with his need for speed
fasted cat a live very fast indeed.
chasing after prey gives him such a thrill
then a mighty pounce he moves in for the ****
bringing down his catch with the speed of sound
with his cheetah skill he drags it to the ground.
then he begins eat to fill his appetite
this creature of the wild is such a lovely sight.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
there was a little donkey he was very small
when stood by others they looked rather tall
he had a big ambition to win a donkey race
a derby for the donkeys he could win first place
he put down his name at the local donkey show'
in the donkey derby he could have a go
he took it nice and easy till halfway through the race
then towards the finish at his fasted pace
the little donkey won his dream it had come true
to win the donkey derby just like he dreamed to do
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
the leopard and the cheetah decided they would race
to see who was the fasted with the faster pace
they made up a track around the sandy plain
first one to the end then race back again.
they lined up together leopard shouted go
cheetah right behind him he kept his pace real slow
saving all his energy ready for the end
then his faster pace cheetah he would send.
the race was near the end leopard was a head
cheetah he changed gear left leopard there for dead
cheetah won the race the fasted one was he
fasted creature in the world he was meant to be.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
i like to watch the cheetah as he begins his chase
running like the wind with his speedy pace
chasing down his prey with such skill and grace
like a racing car he begins his race'.
then in to the air he will quickly bounce
landing on to his prey with a mighty pounce
the fasted of them all a lovely chap his he
a hunter of the wild with a life so free
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
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A bed-sits high and dry,marooned on a sandbank of night.
As radio 4-casts its nets to isolated ships like me that rudderless drift on into the light.
Still dark outside,no sounds,save the distant echoing bark of a hungry fox ----streets away.
Another dawn ripped blackbin bag of a day creeps and ouzes in
Heavy unfocused lids fogged in the steamy smokeyness of tea and a first fag
plenty of time plenty of time.
Time before the world wakes to the morning pips and its flushing, brushing, rushing sounds
A greyness gathers just beyound my pained curtains, as with a silent sigh a roosted blackbird clears its fasted throat.
Then as if by magic I 'm carried, scimming high above and beyound this mooring set in a silvered sea,on a welcomed mantra known to all.
As if a calling pray at day break,following each word in a moment subline
Un angle vole un angle vole.
Rockall - Malin - Hebrides
Humber - Fisher - German bight
Thames - Dover - Wight.
Each single secert understood and noted only by a few as I glide over in paced, pausey surf rolling words
North northeast - 994 - Falling slowly - Low pressure moving away - Gales 8 very poor - Backing 3-4 later - Mainly good - Becoming variable - Syclonic later - Increasing 6-7 mainly west - Swally showers for a time - Fair - Good.
Oh so good, each pure English comforting sounds heard over lapping waves of air.
The bushy wet nosed fox sulks and cowers away from the breaking sun, as the blackbird draws a dewdropped breath though golden nib and tapping gently, call a hidden choir into song just for me.
Reminding me of the things I'd for gotten I care about.
Sharp timed unwelcomed pips flood the ears to prise open sticky eyes from promised dreams and spoon-cuddles warm
As I set forth on wetted pavements, ready to decline into my charted day.
Yet smiling as if blessed and no longer alone
But filled with early morning salty thoughts of strangers
I
have
yet
to
meet
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
This weekend, something has awakened inside of me. This weekend I have lost my fear. I have fasted and been patient- I have enjoyed the company of my friends and enhanced in their sadness, their happiness, their contributions to the feeling of “whole”. I have seen human nature and kept to myself. I know that throughout all suffering I always have the peace of myself to return to, the inner quiet that speaks to me at night and envelopes me and tells me it will all be okay. There is beauty in the system, the system that lacks courage and strength, where cowards reside, there is also fault. Excellence and prodigious truth lie within nature, tranquility, the placidity and enjoyment of pedestrian life. Over complication does nothing to enhance life or living, and the creation of problematic situations is meaningless in any circumstance. To live and live in the lives of others is where true value lies, and I am settled, I am content.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
Vegetarian
After she divided
The gills and scales for the crow and the cat
Head for the youngest girl
Tail for the smart son
Middle pieces
For husband and his friend,
She became vegetarian
Worried about being accused of the stench,
Washed hands again and again
Devout
Fasted
In answer to the question
Why haven’t you eaten?
Fasted in front of the innocence
Which asked “Do you want this, mother?
After fasting so many times
She became known as very devout.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,
In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray,
And what's the good of women, for all that they can say
Is fol de rol de rolly O.
Round Lough Derg's holy island I went upon the
stones,
I prayed at all the Stations upon my matrow-bones,
And there I found an old man, and though, I prayed all
day
And that old man beside me, nothing would he say
But fol de rol de rolly O.
All know that all the dead in the world about that
place are stuck,
And that should mother seek her son she'd have but
little luck
Because the fires of purgatory have ate their shapes
away;
I swear to God I questioned them, and all they had to
say
Was fol de rol de rolly O.
A great black ragged bird appeared when I was in the
boat;
Some twenty feet from tip to tip had it stretched
rightly out,
With flopping and with flapping it made a great dis-
play,
But I never stopped to question, what could the boat-
man say
But fol de rol de rolly O.
Now I am in the public-house and lean upon the wall,
So come in rags or come in silk, in cloak or country
shawl,
And come with learned lovers or with what men you
may,
For I can put the whole lot down, and all I have to say
Is fol de rol de rolly O.
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there was a little horse a lovely chap was he
and he dreamed that one day a race horse he would be
running round the course at his fasted speed
beating all the rest this little racing steed
he would have a jockey riding on his back
with his racing colors riding round the track
he would try his best and use fasted pace
heading for the finish line he would win his race
this is what he dreamed of and he long to be
a little racing champion for all the world to see
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
there was a little horse a lovely chap was he
and he dreamed that one day a race horse he would be.
running round the course at his fasted speed
beating all the rest this little racing steed.
he would have a jockey riding on his back
with his racing colors riding round the track.
he would try his best and use his fasted pace
heading for the finish line he would win his race.
this is what he dreamed of and he long to be
a little racing champ for all the world to see.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
There once was a spirit-filled pastor
Who fasted like Jesus, his master:
For forty days lasted
A fast that he fasted
While wanting the fast to go faster.
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 3:23 PM UTC
The Holy Spirit took Him to the wind and sand,
Left Him alone in dry air
To meet the Devil.
Forty days He fasted,
Must have prayed,
Alone.
The Devil knew just where to find Him,
Rolled up in a whirlwind,
Did he?
Or slithered he up,
Wind in his face,
The Serpent, from behind?
The conversation followed,
Enough to raise my hair,
"I've been given total dominion
Of earth and sky down here.
The glory is all mine."
"Unlimited my power
Within the earthly plane,
And all of it you'll have,
If you but praise my name."
The Devil said his piece,
Then waited,
Plotting Jesus' pain
For invading his dominion
For bringing Glory down.
He proffered ease of life
And Earth's opinion,
The greatest things he owned
To tempt the Chosen One:
A monstrous devil's game...
Risk every earthly thing
For the Knee of the Almighty.
Jesus spoke:
"Satan, get behind.
Worship only God, your Lord,
Serve no one but Him."
So Satan took the two of them
To the top of the temple spire,
"Fall free from here,
Let angels catch;
Subsume human desire!"
Jesus answered quickly,
"You shall not tempt your Lord."
And so the Devil left Him,
The Tempter's power, blown.
And so began
The Savior's journey
Toward a humble Cross,
The Gate Post to our Home.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
Have prayed and praised and fasted,
And have done all what one knew to do.
Still sick, jobless, barren or indebted,
One would be wondering what anew
Is to be done more, for a miracle
To happen and dislodge one's obstacle.
Are God's ears deaf, one may think,
Reasoning if his eyes are not blind?
For how could he allow one to sink
In the sea of sorrow, if he is kind
Indeed to every member of his creatures
On earth, whom he daily nurtures?
Yet, the Lord is faithful forever
Despite the many spites of one's life.
Though one may not now be as that feller
Rich, hale and hearty, or like that nymph
Heavy; yet God shall the situation turn
Around. To every even, there must be a morn.
He that for compassion wholly a widow's
Mount of debts leveled and gave progeny
To Sarah and Anna, who alone windows
In heavens made and healed grave infirmity.
Christ can this dead raise and cause that dry
Bone to live again; no pain escapes his eye.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
The only time I've ever felt hunger
was when I fasted for 48 hours
in the 11th grade
just for attention
After I ate my first pop-tart
I pooped so hard I got angry at God
I got angry at God
The boy blessed enough
to be a picky eater
In 19 years of being well fed
the hardest thing I've ever
had to swallow is my own pride
They say if you feed a man a fish
he will eat for a day
Well I've never caught a fish in my life
and half the time I'm too afraid
to order a pizza because I think
I'll mess it up
So tell me why when I go to restaurants
my taste buds feel entitled to slaves
Why do they whip servers into making
my meat medium well
My teeth have never tasted blood
My mouth doesn't know dry
I've never dreamt of food
because I don't know life without it
But at least once a week I get mad
that McDonald's doesn't deliver
I once watched a cow get slaughtered
and I didn't blink an eye
because I could already taste her in my mouth
In the same year my history class
raised money for nine months to buy one goat
to send to a village I've never heard of
The contrast is cruel
I can remember the last sound the cow made
but I can't remember the sounds that made
up the village's name
or its people
So I hope you'll understand that
when I utter the unfathomable phrase
"I'm starving"
all I can taste in my mouth is shame
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came swarming o'er my mind.
"Where," said I, in deep distress,
"Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace
And make the Lord my friend?"
Friends and ministers said much
The gospel to enforce;
But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course:
Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove,
Scarce would shew my face abroad,
Fear'd almost to speak or move,
A stranger still to God.
Thus afraid to trust His grace,
Long time did I rebel;
Till despairing of my case,
Down at His feet I fell:
Then my stubborn heart He broke,
And subdued me to His sway;
By a simple word He spoke,
"Thy sins are done away."
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we are wanderers in a foreign land, exiles in search of home.
nomads who shift through dirt and sand.
Is this where we belong?
A desert, a wilderness.
A path made through promise of a kingdom paradise,
so close and yet so far away.
40 days and 40 years
are but a lifetime
our lives are but a wilderness
though we fast and pray
trials and temptations come our way
Be not fooled by Devil's sweet whispers
But continue past these 40 days
and though you fail in one way
There is One who fasted and prayed
overcame, and calls to you
"Behold, the Kingdom is near"
Repent.
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 11:19 PM UTC
His mighty self came through a ******
His unconditional love for us made Him cross the margin
His royalty came as low as a carpenter
Just to reconcile us back to the Father
He passed through the heat of hell, to lay for us a path
Tore in two the veil, so we’ll have access to His heart
Willingly, He left the throne of grace
To give us life, and in death take our place
Who for the joy bore our pain
Setting believers free from the enemy’s chain
He felt all and more, what we now feel
And despite our foolishness, won’t give up on us still
For us He came, by us was rejected
We lived in sin while for us He fasted
Still for us
He went to the cross
And felt all kinds of pain in their gross
It’s not much He’s asking for
He’s just saying “wherever you are, be my ambassador”
Growing up all round into my stature
After all these proof of love…yes Jesus is worth dying for
- Omodunmiju David
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
The papers in my hand the knife is at my side, I thought I should say something before I went and died
Dear mom and dad, I say
I'm sorry it had to end this way
I'm sick of this world and struggling just to live day to day
Dear mom and dad
I know you tried to do your best but know that it's not your fault cause deep inside I'm just a mess
I tried to live the way you raised me, but it's hard when this world is so crazy
I take the knife in my hand and I kneel down on the floor, my hand moves to my neck this is what I've been waiting for
Suddenly a light fills my whole room and God looks at me and he tells me to stop, I look at him and I feel my knife drop
Whats going on, are you out of your mind? Put down the knife and we can leave all this behind
In anger I yell "do you know who I am?! The things in my life I deserve to be ******
I tried to live right but I can't deal no more, my parents health, and our dwindling wealth, this is easier for sure
I called to you in vain all those wasted years! I prayed and I fasted, I waited for you in tears!!
Not once did you answer a single plea that I cried! why appear now and suddenly care just before I died
The Lord raised himself up and his voice boomed like thunder,
"Listen to me carefully and learn to fear and wonder"
I am the God that dared to create you and though this life is hard to go through, you have a purpose and a place that I need you ready to go do
I bow my head and tears fall down, "Lord" I cry, "why would you use this broken ***
A vessel to use I am not
There are others out there that have their lives together, people that have never faltered and never waiver"
The lord takes my hand and says, "see the scars on these wrists, signs that you went down spent time in despairs pits."
I want to use you in your brokenness and weakness, lack of faith and this bleakness
For in you with every scar, I can show off my glory and power, make the world tremble
And praise my name every hour
For in you they'll see what was broken and in pieces, something far stronger that is eternal and never ceases
Now stand up my son, for that is what you are, never doubt my presence again, no matter where you are.
I'm here to protect you, this life won't be easy, but I promise you I'm there, in the country, town, or city
I stand up from my grave, the knife back in my hand, I throw it far across the room, and then I slowly stand.
It's a war we wage, day after day, a fight inside that no other can keep at bay
But with my God I will stand strong, Shine a light in a world that praises the wrong.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
fall into sleep thy body always Spring,
let thy hair uncrisply from mutest gold
turn from youth's splendors
towar' wrinkles; fold.
of thy mouth make early nothing,
as April flowers tender
pass thy lips to clearings cold
with kissless hours slender.
fear not the weary mile
treaded years shall always bring
walk in fasted silence
and of thy ending slowly sing.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
In night's steady, undisturbed work
you are the first break.
Now as you begin to feel the dew,
see the snow now about you
through the plane, the vastness
which not even the birds have yet filled,
it sees you.
You have both fasted,
but it has feasted.
Eating your absence to become a little green,
this springiness, this welcoming of the not yet arrived
before the landslide of day
with its crevices made by
small decision, a road you took yesterday
that made you nut.
But now there there is no hardness to find.
You see it sailing towards you, half-formed
across the white, this lime in a snowstorm,
gleaming.
Eat and you will be as other men
scattering dust away from paths.
Follow it and you will always be looking back
as you climb behind it, uncertain,
you will disappear into daybreak.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
A moon princess
prepares
for her coronation:
She wakes early
every morning to
chant ancient songs,
remains a light turned
on, a bright good morning
from winter to spring;
leaves offerings of her
tears and laughter
at the alter with care;
fasted, washed her face
and hair and danced naked
in the stream from day to night.
After turning away from
herself she turns
back with rosy cheeks:
A moon princess
prepares
for her crown:
she wears the webbed
melody of singing
stars strung together,
she hums and resonates
her body begins to harmonize
her voice turns to gravity:
she can speak
she can think
she can hear;
her hand outstretched
to the people, her
love refined
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
These lightning bolts
these forks of electricity
what drove Billy Elliot to dance
is driving me to be happy
hunger pains;
the closest to magic ill ever know
the closest to wonder ill ever feel
5 or 6 days
no food
just numbers
just food
addicted to the pain
that crippled me in two
that sheds salt from my eyes
it means its working
all my hard work is paying off.
ill become skinnier
less of a beast
less of a fat ape
less of a life potato.
drop a few pounds
bragging about the time i fasted for 8 days and
lost 16lbs.
beautiful.
collar bones
jaw bones
ribs
hips
femurs
transform me.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
she liked to fast.
and sometimes she fasted for
days.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC