Best Buy Food Poems
Walking on the streets out there
With the little baggage they own,
They walk everywhere
With no where to call home
They are homeless
Who struggles every day
For food and shelter
It's always a battle to pay
They beg for money
To buy food or hot drink
And it's really not funny
If you take time to think
So don't utter harsh words to them
Their future's looking dim.
Penny for the guy
C’mon mister give us a penny for the guy
This little ragamuffin asked with sad eyes brimming
Need the money to buy food she said with a cry
We are poor mister tearful eyes still streaming
Overhead great sparking rockets fly,
The girls guy looked sad and cold
C'mon mister a penny for the guy
She shouted as the oohs and aahs echoed around
Great Catherine wheels spun round and round
Sending sparks far and wide, in a colourful array
The smell of hot chestnuts making us drool
November the 5th is a fine fun day
Then through the smoke of the bonfire
Enjoying the fun sparkler in hand …. I saw
A cracker jack was lit by the sad guy
He jumped so high, ran, staying still no more
The guy she pushed for many a night
Was her brother who had been bribed to stay still
He tried but was the fright of the cracker jack
that made him jump and run up the hill.
Penned nov 2 2016
The Bombay Grocery (Indian)- North Carolina
Shyam*, finds cat food at special rate near the door.
Goes to check out to manager of the grocery store
Doubting manager asks to bring cat if he has one
Shyam returns with his small cat to buy food anon.
Next day Shyam comes with a bag in his hand
And ask the manager to put his hand to the end
Manager puts his hand and shouts “Poo,Doodie pure”
Shyam says, “ yes, sir, I want the toilet paper sure”
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Fourth Place winner IN
Contest: Grocery Grammer by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart
* Shyam is an Indian name. Shyam also means Black-cloud colour. It is one of the name of
Lord Krishna. It happens to be the name of one of my grandson living in Charlotte (NC)
Money can buy,
A diamond ring.
Money can put your
Ass in a sling.
Money can buy blood,
It cannot buy life.
It can buy a mansion and
A mail order wife.
Money can buy a bed,
It cannot buy sleep.
You can have lots of it,
The harvest you still reap.
Money can buy a computer,
It cannot buy a brain.
You can save it,
Or pour it down the drain.
Money can buy food,
It cannot buy an appetite.
You can hide it,
Or be in the spotlight.
Money can buy a face lift,
It cannot buy beauty.
It can buy you some,
Other guys booty.
Money can buy a house,
It cannot buy a home.
It can buy drugs,
You can stay stoned.
Money can buy luxury,
It cannot buy culture.
It can turn the best of
People into a vulture.
Money can buy acquaintances,
It cannot buy a friend.
It can be a means
To a bitter end.
Money can buy sex,
It cannot buy love.
Money cannot buy a seat
In the kingdom above.
Turbo1904?
In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves.
Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades.
Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts—
replacing Christmas wish lists
along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small.
They get so anxious when they can’t find their makeup
that they hyperfixate on their hair and clothes and pray that their face wont receive as much attention.
Their crooked teeth and hairy legs start to feel like defects that are yet to be fixed.
They let their old interests sit in boxes and collect dust in the attic because they’ve been peer-pressured into believing that they’re childish and uncool—
just like they were convinced that food was bad
and teaming up with their own bodies to fatten them
and make them too big to fit in their own minds.
In the world of today, some cant afford to buy food.
And those who can often wish they didn't need it,
because they can also afford screens,
and they can afford to spend all the time they’re not working
getting addicted to the digital drugs we’ve convinced ourselves are not the problem.
Because nothing is ever a problem—
not to those with cool vacation pictures and straight A’s.
Nothing is ever a problem
for those whose perfect teeth and smile serve to display their picture-perfect lives.
In the world of today, life starts being difficult at age fourteen.
Madras
Hotel lobbies, hotel bars
Hotel rooms, air conditioned cars
City sights and sounds and smells
A smile, a frown, a shout impels
The thoughts within to exude
And express themselves without interlude
Here no blossoms, no sweet fresh air
Save the scented jasmine in the women's hair
And the two don't mix, as we all know
Like the fires of hell and virgin snow
Flowing bright and silken dress
Saris adorn the putrid mess
Hems lifted gently to protect them
From certain ruin in the amalgam
Of open sewers - each gutter one
Of refuse tips - the pavements on
Rotten, decaying, organic matter
Dried up dung and vomit spatter
From the mouths of the unlucky
Poor and destitute - never plucky
"They are content with their lot"
(Steeped in drink, their guts they rot)
Laying near the dirty door
Their filthy rags bright no more
In the street or on a stair
Ignored by all without a care
And yet...and yet, life goes on
Each to their own - their God isn't one
Some are born to thrive and prosper
Others to poverty and despair
And here we are, visitors just
Though we discreetly watch - as we must!
And absorb each heart rending sight
Forsaking those in their plight
But if we give - sometimes we do
There are no thanks, nor feelings due
Because are we helping them buy food
Or alcohol which kills? Then we brood
And the rich they come in chauffeured car
Or the latest model bought by Pa
In designer clothes, their scarves unfurled
The stench, the poor? Another world!
The best things in life are free!
Someone is just got to be kidding me,
Because the best thing in winter is heat;
But, just try to get it free, I entreat.
The best things in life are free!
Someone is just got to be kidding me.
When you are hungry, you must buy food.
If you don't have the money, you don't eat
and that's clearly understood.
The best things in life are free!
Someone is just got to be kidding me.
What is nicer than owning a lovely home;
But, try to do it without money and you will
stand totally alone.
Whenever the best things in life become truly free;
And no one is just kidding me,
As far as I can see,
There will be no such word as "POVERTY!"
Dear Santa: Hello to you, Mrs. Claus and all the elves.
I hope there are lots of toys for children upon your shelves.
As you can see, my list doesn't include a lot of toys this year.
I'd rather share with others my love and Christmas cheer.
I'd really like a bike, some books and maybe a game or two,
But if others are needy, take care of them - I'll leave that up to you.
The only thing I really want is my Grandpa, you see.
He died last September - can you bring him back to me?
At our Christmas table this year there'll be an empty chair.
My daddy is in the war - bring him home Santa is my prayer.
Be sure to visit all the mommies and daddies over there.
Hug each one of them for me and let them know I care.
You'll find some pennies from my piggy bank on the table.
It isn't much but I saved as many as I was able.
Maybe you can use them to lend a helping hand,
To buy food for hungry children in some faraway land.
Look on the table for your snack of soda, salami and cheese.
Leave something nice under the tree for my mommy please.
Merry Christmas and have a safe trip. Your good friend, Billy Joe.
PS: If you want you can use our phone to order a pizza to go.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for Second Place in PD's "Your Best Holiday Poem" Contest - Nov 2011
"Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the Lord is your strength."
Nehemiah 8:10
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I have thought about what the Lord expects of me
he made me a beautiful world
filling it with all I need to survive
there is food and water . . .
I have his blessing to fill my cup of life
to drink from the deep blue sky
he wants me to enjoy this world and all within
but with respect and never with greed
to be respectful of his creation
to do my best to protect all who exist on Earth
for the Lord made all the creatures big and small
he asks of me to share with the less fortunate
to have compassion and sympathy
to have gratitude that I have shelter from the weather
when so many don't . . .
to be thankful I have money to buy food
in a world that is like a ravaged garden . . .
yet, I know the Lord wants me to enjoy life
and to succeed with humility . . .
to be filled with joy at beautiful things I find
and to enjoy experiences I am blessed to have
but to always give of myself to those in need
a friend, family member, or stranger
to forgive and have mercy
and I do this whenever I can
though my own life is weather-stained with tears
and my soul is filled with pain
I remind myself over and over that there are others
who suffer more than me . . .
and with the Lord's strength I do what I can_
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September 7, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/The Lord is My Strength
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1284-119-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Joy of the Lord
sponsor, Regina McIntosh
Second Place
Athletes jog on Victory Field,
I join them to test my endurance,
but underneath the bleachers kids smoke weed;
are these the bright young men of our future,
who will be the backbone of our Nation?
Drivers converse on cell phone,
paying no attention on the road,
the traffic light suddenly turns red,
a crush occurs, many people are hurt;
a life will be lost for an unnecessary call.
Prices rise drastically,
but the salary remains the same,
folks struggle to buy food,
many go to bed hungry;
why is there such a disparity?
Faithful are deserting churches;
is faith dawning or pedophiles is the factor?
Pope Benedict XVI pleads vehemently;
why become priest, if one is pervert,
and be condemned by God, the Omnipotent?
Children are raised by a gay couple,
two males or females, trying to be
fathers and mothers without having morals,
why have they allowed this in our age...
when the bad influence will affect their brains?
Smoking cigarettes causes many diseases,
people die by the thousands in cramped hospital rooms,
don't they know or read the warnings before inhaling?
They think it's cool for them, not for the unsophisticated,
and without guilt they drag others to an excruciating death.
Wake up, society and clean up your act;
if abusing your body is made by choice,
what about giving up all these bad habits that are extremely harmful,
and spare yourself a lot of useless suffering, and what's the glory in dying?
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Christmas comes around once every year
Feeling of happiness, toasting good cheer
What does it now mean? I ask myself
Material things replacing god's wealth?.
What about people who go without?
Tummy loud rumbles when hunger sprouts
No home to keep them dry, safe and warm
Sleep out all night from dusk through till dawn.
Parents with no money to buy food or toys
Second hand clothes for their girls and boys
Breadline living no comfort or joy
No work for people, no jobs to employ.
Visit to food banks for something to eat
Donation of shoes for children's young feet
Loan sharks percentage payback plenty more
Twenty first century - modern day poor.
Adverts and television entice and tease
Buy now pay later, tempt buying schemes
Debts soar high at commercial gain
Children now wanting latest new game.
Parents trying to do their very best
Homeless in doorways rest tired heads
No one to talk to; pensioners sit all alone
Choose between eating or heating on.
Privilege sit in their ivory towers
Making the rules controlling by power
Reality does not affect their own self
I'm all right Jack sod everyone else.
Christmas is more than feasting and gifts
Jesus was born December Twenty Fifth
God sent his son to save us from sin
Born in the stables, no room at the inn.
Man's greed and for power still lives on
Many have forgotten god's only son
Kindness, compassion, help others out
Birth of Lord Jesus what Christmas is about.
01.12.20
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Many churches today
have a food pantry that never
had a pantry before.
I attend a church like that.
Some folks are well-fixed,
others poor, most betwixt.
Some had money before
but not enough now to pay
the mortgage and then buy food
so the pantry helps them
the same way it helps clients
it has helped for years.
Some folks in the pews quietly
support the pantry with
checks and canned goods
enabling the nouveau poor
to stand in line with the
forever poor on Mondays.
A neighborhood baker slips
into the church Sunday mornings
just prior to the end of service
and quietly stacks his trays
of unsold bread in the dark foyer.
He says nothing and disappears.
No one seems to know
who he is but the hungry
love his bread and word
of its excellence has reached
the woman who leaves church early
and always grabs two loaves
of French baguettes and is
out in the parking lot long
before anyone else and
drives off in a red Mercedes.
Perhaps she’s on unemployment,
low on food stamps or is still
making payments on the car.
It’s not for the usher to ask.
I simply hold the door.
Donal Mahoney
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
My uncle’s house was the picture of elegance
He had money, prestige and loneliness in abundance.
He farmed the land and loved the freedom
But never married “in his infinite wisdom”.
We visited each year to help him with the crops
He told us what to do, because a farm rarely stops.
We helped with the cattle, the chickens and the hay,
It seemed there were never enough hours in the day.
At night we listened to stories around the big wide fire,
With its big black kettle that hissed as it boiled on the pyre
The heat-glow from the turf and the smell it created
Kept us cosy, while it lulled us to sleep, as it was fated.
I remember we had cornflower for desert almost each day,
That my uncle had made as a token reward for our pay.
At the weekend he cycled into town to buy food for us all,
He bought a cake that he got from the farmers town hall
In the weeks we stayed with him he cursed quite a lot,
How we chased his poor hens and annoyed his dog Spot.
But when it came time for us to leave he was never around,
He would leave the house early without making a sound.
No hugs, waves or kisses as he so hated long goodbyes,
Because he missed his adopted family with tears in his eyes.
So he walked along with his pride, across his big farm land,
With his friend loneliness firmly taking him by the hand.
It was only later in life I realised how much we meant to him,
Where we filled his house with light and banished the dim.
Christmas at Sea.
Once I was kicked by a mule, as I was remonstrating,
a dog interfered and bit my ankle. There is something
deeply embarrassing to lose arguments to animals.
Guayaquil, Colombia, I hadn´t gone ashore for fun but to
buy food stuff for the crew. Since it was a few days before
Christmas and even our Moslems crew liked something
extra. It is difficult to get into the festive mood when it is
hot and I had been bitten and kicked, Jesus was born in
a barn which is a good place to be a cold winter night as
animals exude good warmth. I marvel of the nativities of
Joseph, a finer man than me; a person unsung through
times. Chicken for Christmas, not pork, in every mess
hall there were a coloured trees, since the Islamists do not
drink there was peace on earth; I forgave the mule and
the bloody, yellow monster of a dog. And silently the old
tramper ploughed the sea on her way to Jamaica, where
the seaman´s priest would invite us Christians to sing
psalms and hand out little presents of socks and gloves
knitted by kind ladies back in Norway.