Best Panhandlers Poems

i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay

in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay

beneath your satin I have run my fingers, 
trembled as famished breasts groped my 
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i...

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Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius finds shade under the huge oak trees
The echoes of poverty ring outside my building
The pleas of panhandlers, the chattering of...

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Are you truly homeless and hungry?
The cardboard sign with crooked letters says you are...
I only have a red lights time to decide.
Some say panhandlers make a good "living"
...are you one of them

Your clothes are dirty and raggedy
but you eyes are filled with fire and piss
am...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is over that
ridge or hill
a sink-hole, a sand dune, a steep...

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There; in the waterfall,
 I join many tears.

My tears pour from aching knees,
burdened with hearts of solid gold
preaching equality; from voiceless
leaders.

Panhandlers, clutching symphonies
in four lines, covet

corners that prey upon my
peace- just their day job.

Every check-out has a glass jar on
the counter; seeking tithes for

lost humanity,...

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Walking Meditation
                    by Odin Roark

“And I thought marriage was hard.”

Taking Meditation for a walk
nags me with why I’m such a failure at this.
It knows what I...

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A beggar cannot dare expect fabulous gifts.
His impolite joshing keeps logical men nervous.
Old panhandlers quite regularly start to upbraid virtuous women.
X-rateds yield zilch....

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You Did It Unto Them,
Ye Did It Unto Me
Miracle Man
3/10/2023

I’m besieged by panhandlers on the street,
With extended hands and with signs they greet.
I seldom fall for stories they’re dishing,
But asking is more gainful than wishing.

Many have chosen the wrong path in life,
looked upon by some...

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Homelessness

Homelessness is not an illness, People have lost their damn minds with a bunch of silliness. People who are homeless get stereotyped as Alcoholics, Mentally ill, Panhandlers, and Drug users, Whoever says this about all homeless people is a bunch of losers. The homeless take...

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Resolutions confront me at the...
End of each year, but we're such
Strange bedfellows. I hardly make them!
Once in a blue moon, I snugly
Lasso them, but I always end
Up severing the rope within months
Those I've kept I'm proud to say
I've kept seemingly for posterity; one example
Offering a...

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I see her walking in front of my shop.
Wears a Miniskirt,
Worried face,
Skin and bones. 

Asking for change.
I usually, ignore panhandlers. 
That day, while looking for change.
I asked:

What’s your name?
Diana Murphy
Diana Mary?
How you know my middle Name?
Mary? it is a beautiful Name.
Only a few people call...

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Written By:  D. Collins 5/7/24


Goodness in people dominates from the inside out.
Dismissing downtrodden people is not what it's about.
To avoid panhandlers' people would take a different route.
To ensure their lack of bathing didn't land on their suit.



Goodness is generational and not in every child.
Some...

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I am married to a man who gives money generously
Not only to me but to every person with their hand out
This used to not be a problem but these days panhandlings is a full-time job.
The panhandlers get together and ask “Have you seen Joe today?
What...

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Signs flip, lights flash, bells sound
humming pollution rides past
“BREATHE” “DON’T BREATHE” warnings.
Tattered clothes hide the lives of panhandlers
erase their memories and ours. 


John G. Lawless
©9/4/2021...

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