Best Famish Poems
Somehow you found yourself wide awake
Not lonely but unsure of what to do
Your other half is sound asleep and dreaming away
You yourself is far from sleepy
Your body is too energize from all the caffeines
You’re far from famish
Exercising isn’t your thing
Facebook became boring
Sudoku got tiresome
Nothing is good on TV but obnoxious fake news
Read all your books
Did all you house chores
Completed your last puzzle
Spent hours on poetry soup
And now... you’re laying on the recliner chair rocking away and staring up at the ceiling
Staring but unvisualized
Yes your mind is jam packed with thoughts
But what are they
Your legs are restless
Wiggling them toes
Pulling on your hair
Then switching to bite your nails
Seriously ~ gross
Sighing
Looking at the clock
It’s well after midnight
Oh yeah your mind blink and say oh time to sleep
Your eyes shut your mind down to NOT yet and blinking madly
Your mind sped off in black and white
And you continue to rock yourself on the recliner
And so the night goes on
Wiggling them toes
Pulling on the hair
Staring up away
Unnoticed of the approaching dawn
Somehow you managed to remember to turn the lights off
And everything went blank
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Goodnight my soupers
UNDER THE FATHER LAND
We serve under the father land
In huminity we render
Selfless services in cosmopolitanism
In peace-less and troubless downtown
We inhabit as national stuccoers
With the aids of the bourgeoisies
Starvation, annihiliationists and insurrectionists
Famish the proletariats
We serve under the father land
Where the national integration is but tribal
Our forerunners neither retire nor die
As their successors grow older
Anti crime commits crime in crimeless communities
Where we smell not the throne
Yet, we're the leaders of tomorrow
When our tomorrow is afflicted with sorrow
We serve under the father land
When we die in bloody combat
In pursuit of national unity
We receive superfluous medication after death
When the copy of a copy is off the tracks
Lingering to the land of no mean city
Oh! the Cross is too heavy
But we're the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the farther land
When we're dichotomized, massacred
With our immaculate neoclassical ideologies
In racial milieu
We hike sheepishly in an unknown land
With vigorous expectations in future
But the future features fruitless flowers
Yet, we're still the leaders of tomorrow
We serve under the father land
When we diminish our trivial capital
In selfless services
To the in impoverishers
But the father denies the children's welfare
Shall we perpetuate these?
If right we must be
Then fatherless we must be
The cross will be the crown'd
Blind eyes shall see
The pyramid
Our tomorrow is but yesterday
When the skeletonic promises will be fulfill'd
then shall the leaders the youths be
Our precious blood shall be sav'd
The national combat must be dignified
(Opurum Precious: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboyp 2016
While harvest of
earth is bounty, divine
Millions cease to exist
from starvation .
How to allay famine,
a dreadful sign
When nature endows all
without ration ?
The world yields enough
crops through sun or rain--
And river beds swim
with fish of seasons,
Providing decent meals
from nourished grain
Then why this famish
for selfish reasons?
Fear ll Contest, Debbie Guzzi
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* The United Nations estimates that about
795 million people of the 7.3 billion people
in the world, or one in nine, were suffering
from chronic undernourishment in 2014-2016.
*It is believed that a principal underlying cause
of poverty and hunger is the operation of
economic systems in the world that resources
end up in the hands of a rich minority.
Dreaming
A king of once dreamed about cows, of which some were fat and others lean.
If you are like me, you often forget your dreams; but I suspect that we all at some point have dreams.
Some dreams are less controlled by us, and unfold while we are at ease and sleeping. Other dreams are aspirations and longings of the heart, desires to be accomplished and achieved.
This dream of mine, recorded nearly nine years ago, unremembered by me which type it was. My best guess would be that it was not a sleeping dream; but who besides God knows for sure? Anyway, I shall invite you into my world of a dream, and whether sleep or awake, it is most dear to me.
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In my dream, there were no more fearful screams, and parents did not hide their kids from murder scenes
The codes to nuclear bombs somehow vanished, People in Africa and Asia ceased to be famish,
and all crises, crimes, and wars were banished
The United Nations suddenly had no need for existence,
And all nations of the world experienced peaceful coexistence
The stock markets were no longer breeding grounds for greed
Wall Street and stock markets the world over operated under new creeds
People no longer practiced ‘all for self, and God for us all’.
It was all for all and all for God; and we all stood free and tall
That’s when the whole world began to recover from the fall
08132015 ( written 12122006)PS Contest, Dreams(poem about dreams)
by Royal Ninja
BONJOUR, MA CHÉRIE!
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Val was a young French squirrel, a model quite chic
Who shopped at only high-end, fashion boutiques.
Clerks greeted her, “Bonjour, ma Chérie!
Vous avez l'air belle et aérée!”
“C'est vrai, mes peeps. Wearing Dior gives me a mystique.”
Val struck a pose, paparazzi's camera's flashed,
For being in the limelight she was unabashed.
With a slow turn and flick of her tail,
“You’ll find me trending 24/7, where ‘likes’ prevail!
Look how many followers on Insta I’ve amassed!”
But then the unthinkable happened~
A vile act, a digital fate that had Val saddened.
Poof! In an ‘instant,’ her ‘gram’ account vanished,
For which her digital famish could’nt be vanquished
“Oh woe is me! My heart can no longer be gladdened."
“Lord a mercy, you’ve been hacked!” her publicist did exclaim.
“Tell me, tell me! Who’s responsible for this digital pain?”
“Must ‘a been a hacktivist, a cyber punk perhaps.
Or….did you let your cyber protection app lapse?”
“Oh, no! Hastag #Bonjour,mypeeps, my digital claim to fame.”
*Note: "Instagram is an American photo and short-form video sharing social networking service owned by Meta Platforms. It allows users to upload media that can be edited with filters, be organized by hashtags, and be associated with a location via geographical tagging." (Source, Wikipedia)
Dislikes
Blow dislikes in the aired balloon
Soar high and high in firm alone
Space even will not greet you fool
Why are you behind in the childhood of noon?
Where were you born no one known?
All die in time faith is fun
Dawn awakes to see you’re gone
Evening awaits you to see in tomb.
Crawling hopes have been shone
Don’t find place even in moor to bloom
Shrink yourself in the hell soon
World has united to ditch you gloom.
Villain you are align your self
Mind your business in the black hole pace
Light years cannot glow you the way
Here will be happy when you are away.
No one escape are tuned to you
Land is barren wind is foiled
Water cannot irrigate, your brain is dead
Depth is low wherever you go.
Sometimes you cry in the moor, we hear
Your ghost is there to scare for dear
Hearts are barren to cultivate you here
Vanish from earth throttling the air.
Have arisen mind to shred your bile
This is the message to elope your vile
You are barred to appear in aeroplane air
Parliamentary house is now most dear.
Hotel and rail way are far from your access
In towns and cities you can’t famish
Come appear let us know your gist and dearth
Humanities have heart to understand your fear.
Civilisation wants to fructify all
We secure the earth for the laughter sure
Baptize yourself to save from fall
Why are you short with bomb and gall?
( Completely fiction not solid to hurt anyone. )
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for staunch earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stricken migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
grey elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
beige quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
brick red hydrants
fricative wet spray
dousing hoarse busker
charged by crazy
pavement stamp
stoic poet in situ
tumult, hubbub,
rumpus heightened
by brazen banter
silver coin wobble
on carrageen rim
of oyster pebbled
pool a mecca
for stanza stymied
lingerer who scouts
eclectic threshold
born of cumbersome
blight on ingenuity
Don’t blink
Don’t dare
Dare to love
Dare to hate
Hate the weak
Hate the strong
Strong hold
Strong arm of the Law
Law of gravity
Law of time
Time to change
Time to hear
Hear the pain
Hear the cries
Cries of man
Cries of children
Children skipping
Children fishing
Fishing for faith
Fishing for hope
Hope runs dry
Hope is why we feed
Feed to energize
Feed to revive
Revive this state
Revive this broken world
World of hatred
World of garbage
Garbage day is coming
Garbage will be collected
Collected in masses
Collected by heartless hands
Hands of evil
Hands of the corrupted
Corrupted conglomerates
Corrupted by money
Money holds the key
Money is power
Power of the mind
Power of the state
State your business
State your opinions
Opinions no longer matter
Opinions are yesterday’s news
News of famish
News of death
Death of all lies
Death is our future
Future….
Lies….
Hunger inflicts,
And thirst oppress.
The tongue succumbs-
To mouth’s barrenness.
I hear the drums of famish,
And feel the heat of the throat.
The muscles grow thin-
For famine predominates.
Hmm! the phallus releases it last drop,
As the anus hit it last shot.
Even the intestines are to-
Endure for a coon’s age.
Oh! Sere, how long will your reign be
For beauty is yielding to the ugly and-
Strength’s being devoured by weakness.
So I plead, Joseph, come to the rescue.
Release the abundance of your womb
For hands stretch towards you to get,
Teeth anticipate chewing
And stomachs would like to be filled.
Righteousness does deliver us from the
jaws of death, the Lord will not suffer
the soul of the righteous to famish, the
Lord feeds us continually with his spiritual
word, all that read this I pray you under-
stand it, the Saints struggle today internally,
we constantly wage war against sin, if you
should backslide while in campaign, re-
member love coverth all sins. For he so loved
the world, he gave his only begotten son, to
die for us on the cross, Jesus gives us prayer
power, and hope in our lives, when everything
would seem to be lost.
Salah
Proverbs 10
I want, what is to be
I want, what should happen
I need and want all that is around me
but i am starved
I am the hungry
I am in slaved
now with slavery's twin sister impoverished
and there brother famish
poverty is not just a life style
it is a life sentence
and my poisonous womb
has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls
and i, too came from a sour enclave
with hold no life for me
but bore me by mistake
by some chance, should I be released
from my hell
my silky soft caramel hands
would embrace my golden brown face
and salty, warm tears '
would stream down
and moisten the seed of today
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The Poisonous Womb
I want, what is to be
I want, what should happen
I need and want all that is around me
but i am starved
I am the hungry
I am in slaved
now with slavery's twin sister impoverished
and there brother famish
poverty is not just a life style
it is a life sentence
and my poisonous womb
has brought forth, the most unfortunate of souls
and i, too came from a sour enclave
which holds no life for me
but bore me by mistake
by some chance, should I be released
from my hell
my silky soft caramel hands
would embrace my golden brown face
and salty, warm tears '
would stream down
and moisten the seeds (sons) of today
(fixed? 5-5-2017 fri)
Hey, son, Mom is outside,
so I'm off to cook for myself a bowl of sumptious mee...
She is the Minister of Kitchen,
I wouldn't dare cramp her style if I wish for my very own bowl of mee...
Pardon me if you should feel famish,
If next I upload a picture of my finished bowl of mee..
Slurp! Bound to be super duper delicious,
For all the various ingredients to be found in Mom's Kitchen...
Recipe? Naw, what recipe are you thinking aloud,
My taste buds are blessed to appreciate only the very best...
When Mom is out of her kitchen,
I am the Maestro of jumbled dishes that my tastebuds sing out in praises...
I dare say nowhere can you find a bowl of mee like mine,
So tasty and delicious, mouth watering in appearance and smooth in texture..
Ya, ya, you are right... you know much better..
My bowl of mee is just a pack of instant noodle off the shelf in Mom's fridge..!
I left you all day with fear
A wounded hear with a cruel blemish
Seeking for a healer
Tormented against strong will.
My whip welcomes you home all day
and scars on your body trembling
humiliation hasten by at the sight of you .
The sweat of your labour means nothing to me,.
How ever, a grave voice answer my call always
When ever i spring up in a new form
Bitter taste of freedom you see.
son i have done lots of wrong
But you tell me forget mother.
my Heart becomes black each time i see your smile
Your famish was banished by any enemy
by the flowing milk of your words
Sent anger to my stony heart.
Rest by you is an abomination
Always wanted you to be a goat, a battered chap,
But your blood are always crying for mercy
Each time i hit you on the ground.
Son of ***** i called you
But it makes you happier.
Wondered how i would hurt you more,
I called you a bastard
But it strengthened you .
At twelve i left you naked
Unclothed you walked about
I saw you sprawled on the ground in the hand of fever.
I left you with a fist punch.
The day i burnt you I thought you would die and leave me alone
However mercy came to rescue you.
love words sounds through your mouth
Hatred knocked it off.
and horrible wind swept off your voice.
as if men hung here unblown
NO one asked me about it.
Look at my heart crying
Your heart was broad and innocent
Colourful rainbow brightened your fears
Have you heard me wanted to sing and dance
a BEAUTIFUL SONG FOR YOU?
The funeral dancer have i joined
to bury you before yuor time.
But suddenly, the air cracked
And then i changed my bullet flashing fire against you
When i heard you say again forget mother after all i have done.
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Can't empty bowls be filled with rice
each day?
Whatever ever age, gender, color, or
creed
That mankind’s dire hunger be swept
away,
Not by crumbs when wheatfields are
lush, indeed.
The world yields enough crops through
sun or rain
And river beds swim with fish of
seasons;
Providing decent meals from nourished grain.
Then why this famish for selfish
reasons?
Man grows hungry ....yet, this is my
prayer:
That food NOT be used as greed for
money,
But life's blessing, God’s gift equal and
fair,
And nail this curse," wipe off trade’s
gluttony!"
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden