Beggar Poems

Big Beggar Baboon

big baboon is big stupid baboon loves to be in tail of others
nobody pay him to follow yet he so stupid and so coward

When I gave beggar a coin

A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.

At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.

I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.

I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately

Bad Habit

I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit
And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky
I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it
With multiplying the essential reasons why 
But disappointment gets too huge to handle
Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind
To think more highly of the immigration ramble 
As if

A BEGGAR BY THE GATE

I returned home, weary from the day,
The beggar girl was at the gate again.
Her father works the land, yet poverty remains,
She asks for five rupees, quiet in her pain.

My son, just her age, once asked with care,
"Why does she beg when her parents work there?"
"Farmers stay poor, though they toil and sow,
Those who buy and

The Old Beggar Woman

Her struggling gait and wrinkled face 
Reflected grief for her dead mate.
She’d lost her family at great cost 
Before she entered society’s lost.
I passed her every day on streets 
And thought she was a deadbeat. 
She did not have delusions grand 
And only craved a kindly hand.
She limped her way down city streets
With no one’s

beggar

"beggar"


I don't want 
to make sense

of dollars out of 
cents or pesos from

centavos but send those 
me my uno dos tres 

sent
i do

Embrace the beggar

Softer than breath and gentler than our heartbeat,
are the waves of bliss that arise from within,
refrain of magnetism ushering cool heat,
distancing our presence from lust that births sin.
Embracing the beggar ignites this God spark,
deep in our heart that lets us see in the dark,
whence as we become the flame, that has no name,
we transform as

Take Notice of The Beggar Man

Take notice of the beggar man that soon your eyes shall meet,
Offer out an outstretched hand and ask to take a seat.
This man is more than just another man who’s lost his way,
He’s more than just a man who walks the streets alone each day.

Within his eyes, a story lives, a past that's rich and

The Beggar and Lil C

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            Another day,
                        same as the day was ...,
            

Beggar's Plea Poetrix

By trembling and anxious hands
by almost silent fearful gestures
the beggar begs the world...

FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING

FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING


My heart lies vacant
             to vulnerability, voiding into
                   a warm womb 
          

Playing Guitar In the Rain

I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back in time… 
Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime?

I used to travel all around the world.
and I bought my condoms by the case full.
I stored all my cocaine

Broken

Broken people fill the in-between spaces:
Empty eyes, heavy treads, sorrow-filled faces.
Hearts blistered, burned; to ashes reduced.
Souls devoid of light, not by Fate amused.
A mother crippled by the loss of a child –
An addict craving a fix, however mild.
An agèd pensioner, lost and alone –
A homeless beggar on the streets forlorn.
The smiling teenager contemplating suicide –
Abused

Concepts From the Thoughts of the Old Beggar

Concepts From The Thoughts Of The Old Beggar

And well it seems
That your horse rides well
In this sad world with me

In the flicker of a light,
In a butterfly that is blind,
In the eye that dares listen

Stammers echoes
Hides soft shadows and surrounds
Aching sea and fallen tree

Hold the murmur
Of hope and great loss
Against a pale blue sky

We are

Trust

How many men can you trust
And over time it won’t rust:
In their presence drop money
And nothing of the funny?
Mention a killer disease
And they won’t the stuff release:
From them ask and receive loan
And they would leave you alone,
Not soon try your line on phone
And their new calls a stretched moan?

How many blokes might you trust
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