Beggars Poems - Poems about Beggars

There’s no member fee required In the beggars club “What’s Worth” It’s a cozy place, so quiet A paradise on earth Drinks are free so are the snacks Smoking is allowed Help yourself, sit down relax With a pint of stout You don’t have to say a word If you feel like this Anyway your word is heard Never to be missed Your most daring thoughts...

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press conference cacophony of voices please, please ~ call on me ...

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I sat at the subway station holding a poem...the guy next to me said..."get a tin can they like the sound"....

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The giving to beggars, those small acts of kindness. The look faced in their eyes, the hardships that bind us. They regard what is joy, as a cloud in the sky. dreaming of its capture, having no wings to fly. Others have great castles, chariots of fire. They have a cage with wheels, to push through the mire. They do it not to scam, people think it's all...

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Once a beggar had told me to search the heart of God, when night has silenced her feet when everything that lives, is asleep when the loud crickets has found their solitary spots when the rats must have wrapped up their voices, and this my arousal of pain would be lesser than spotless dots I looked at his lips to avoid...

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I would fly up high on whispering wings unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud and look upon the beggars and the kings some poor, and others with great wealth endowed I would fly up high on whispering wings to see a multi-billionaire, so proud while yet another for their supper sings melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed. I would fly up high...

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On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms For their better-offs’ less automatic alms: On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent, With things not looking quite resplendent. The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance, Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance. In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive And like lawyers, by dress distinctive: Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness With...

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the beggars secret which grants a nights passage to the great Sewer Bazaar you can buy back your sister you can buy a rhinos trumpet and win the bugs gambit you’ll be given a coin, and now you cannot see they take your rhymes and your mothers name and your fathers name they’ve taken your sister again and you are alone in an ally and you whisper to...

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Have you ever seen those souls brokenhearted clothes in rags enfold in human shells just as a poor Sitting by the roadside or wandering around begging for morsels much more than for compassion and love Extremely looking into their eyes you'll noticed the pain and torture they've been going through which will melt your heart for pity All...

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The Beggars Legislation By David J Walker The beggars dream standing up right On the next street corner Knowing how things ought to be Knowing safe places to sleep and eat A nation of their own A kingdom unto themselves Taxing the merciful in denominations of Street-smart wealth In turn praying for the souls of all those Who owe it all to someone...

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Beggars have bags Nothing to bag Nothing in the bag Beggars to have bags...

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We are all beggars, are we not? Never enjoying what we get. Whatever we do, a return we expect, Like some traders, we act and react. Life and love and virtue and religion, Anything we will trade for a coin. We are the source of our own miseries, A rise and fall is common in trades. Look at the sun and learn this...

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A beggar sits, hugs the shadows, barely sees Crowded downtown, busy shoppers stream by Ill-clothed, nearly deaf, double amputee He's just hoping you'll be friendly, say 'Hi' In his can, a couple coins, not enough to feed him You think of adding a dollar or two Better not, times are tough, pickings...

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We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do is just for us and those...

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Prejudice and malice Both besotted beggars Gamboling, galumphing, griping and gripping a solstice In limpid lives whose tigers and daggers Stagger, simulate and strut along Craven Oblong, wrong on a song gong Sloven and driven Unexpectedly pop up in interpersonal interactions Writhing like serpents Wreaking heady havoc in their insurrections Contents, events, proponents and deponents To defy, modify and stupefy logic Contemplate disunity In a rogue republic Whose unity The...

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