Recall when you came to this world,
Born like a free bird
Worries you’d none to fret,
And all your needs met.
To explore the wide land,
God gave eyes and a hand,
Ears to hear, nose to smell,
A tongue to taste as well.
Food-less you rarely went
For, kind mother He’d sent,
And as your frame grew in girth,
Strong teeth He gave of worth.
Yet greed gave rise to nagging,
Your prayers nigh but begging
And simple basic need
Grew like vulture’s vicious greed.
Wishes bred more wants
And dreams daunting haunts
Growing like wild weeds--
A pauper's pathetic pleads.
When God shaped dust to moulding clay,
He wanted toys to play His play,
Alas, they broke His heart and joy—
Toy turning a blind beggar boy.
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Reflections | 09.09.2007 |boy, creation, greed, joy, world, Quatrain
A beggar I was stretching my arms for love
I searched it everywhere down and above
Finding your love, my quest I gave up
With your charm, my heart was filled up
I hitched my wagon to the stars.
My heart began racing in top gears.
Your love left me in a hypnotic trance
My spirit
s
w
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r
l
e
d
in
r i v e t i n g romance.
'Bitter beggar woman'- that's your version of who I am?
I who nurture your children a decade, almost a score
Contorting my body to an unwanted twenty pounds more,
Cursing my fate for the diligent years of labour.
Looking back now with nothing left to savour
While you hang out with the guys, recreating your youth
While you salivate over the neighbour
in her long-legged stiletto shoes,
While you ‘make love' to me --
infrequently and out of duty --
am I not entitled to an ounce of your charity?
If I am a bitter beggar woman,
have you not seen me beg for your time?
I have no pension or bounties for my golden years;
All I have are my still-fresh tears.
I beg to be free
But freedom isn't even mine.
I am married- a curse I must bear
Like a crown of thorns on my head, my fate I wear.
There is no place left to hide.
I must embrace the void.
Tell yourself that every normal-looking person hides a dirtier and bigger secret than you.
You think that when you're surrounded by people who never had to beg for an embrace.
And when you didn't receive the love
You shouldn’t have asked for, you cried and starved yourself
Wondering if you were intentional.
poverty's sharp edges cut off the grey beggar tonight.
monsoon rains overpoured, becoming grave floods, sweeping him
from the bridge, where he had often trolled with a fair measure of hope.
between coal-coloured stalactite teeth, his gross breath, wan mouth,
an endangered smile, oily eyes, raisin skin, copper hair;
loose, smutty digits outstretched for some particular solution—
change to spare, a bottle of coke, a hot dog, a lead pipe.
living phantom rattled young children, disquieted air
of the earth, his chamber and bath (ordinarily trivial)
to those beyond stones, cloth huts, the doldrums of the have-nots,
targets of practising mendicants—grateful for temu,
the credit card religions, pseudo-prada, black friday options
Cold Saturday night,
Under a blanket who nobody sees
Once a welcomed parishioner at OLG
now just an invisible human nobody wants around.
because she never brought a lost soul to church
She never was involved in the church community ..
I’m alone,
I’m unseen
I’m a mistake
I’m a lost soul once again
Maybe I belong on the street
Maybe the good Christian who once befriended me will have pity on me once again..
But untill then I’ll just sit outside this beautiful church in which I once belonged to.
while it’s perfect souls come and enter HIS gates, receive HIS body, conversate gossip, point their righteous fingers at me, because of my families drunkines
Shame
Hurt
Unloved
Alone
Needy
Evicted
Sucicide
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
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 placed it in a different spot.
I asked why.
I offered you food and water—you rejected both, and now you hide the coin.
He said it was the most different one, and if he didn’t hide it, other people would start accusing him that the coin was wrong, that it shouldn’t be used—because its print was different, because its color didn’t match theirs.
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 I’m going something worth to find
The owners of the world are getting funny
Prescribing me the way of life that suits
Their plans to know how well I spend my money
How deeply I respect some nation’s roots
To meet their needs, I’m into consolations
I’m on the sunny side of every street and lane
Let’s make a deal, I’ll spread your cheap sensations
If you help me that beggar mindset to attain.
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 help and nil to eat.
She had no home and widely roamed
Before she spent her nights alone.
Her shrunken frame and knotted mane
Hid the fact that she was lame.
She struggled for her every breath
And every day she cheated death.
Ghosts like her die alone
And no one hears their final moan.
They fade away like apparitions,
Victims of Man’s blindered vision.
"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
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 living light, in life’s end game.
By trembling and anxious hands
by almost silent fearful gestures
the beggar begs the world...
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 shreds of ancient ancestors
Living in den of prisoners
Asking truth to stay
For love never yields
To dirty aces
Or rotten tomatoes in Spring
And his mind cried
For life races
Into a darken corner
The grey night soft moans
Worshipping a candle
As heart deep sleeps.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec. 1st, 1971
age 17 years old
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
And to you it turns “A Must”?
Those for the real thing - not lust:
Whose shown love won’t gather dust!
Which man would another kill
And trust witness would be still:
From the bowls of beggars steal
And hope this would in eyes heal?
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