Best Slum Poems

in my tepory shelter
out in the cold 
no one knows what 
each knight will unfoled, 
you get so hungry 
you can allmost hear your stomache...

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in my tepory shelter
out in the cold 
no one knows what 
each knight will unfoled, 
you get so hungry 
you can allmost hear your stomache...

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Breaking Bad


Criminals
dance with slum lords
they shed fake tears
victims they shout
from Ivory towers

Mock and attack
they of dark cloth and deceit
possesses no real God
they whoreship only their...

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I do not have to go far away
 but just look within canada     to see
there is starvation    ...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs...

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I rose not like flower or like tree
Not like eagle's hubris in the sun
Old skin shed in the divided city
Last clone of a manhood almost...

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Thought you folks might like to read this.  Someone sent it in an email to me.


The following is a poem written by Judge Roy...

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It is not a fact 
That the super moon arrived 
after many years
And will again be seen
After so many years

It came just the other day
With...

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Mild sun of winter 
Spreads a love touch everywhere
Of happy Christmas 

In the slum a child 
Smiles in a red hibiscus
Petals of Jesus 

Blankets offered...

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I run uphill for some way,
mostly on an easy pavement,
and partially on a jarring dirt track,
I resentfully enjoy a route
against which I am free to...

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These words that I write will cause quite a stir.
Taken out of context can be seen as a racial slur.
I grew up and live where...

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Another Christmas day has come,
Greeted alike in city and slum. 
The King of kings is born on Earth,
To offer the world the gift of mirth....

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I swear don't believe what you hear
live life strong never ever in fear
here is a tissue wipe that tear
you will make it I will make...

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Reflections
Perchance refractions
On mirror of civilization
Unveiling deep furrows-
Nausea of despair!

Ugly shadows of innocence
Haphazard ruins
Harbingers to Africa.

Mother Africa
Unleash black juju
Denounce anaemic gods and
Sing blues to negritude

Dream with...

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Arm to arm, sinews clutch
One another, makes friend and crutch;
One crimson call, which guidance brought
The feeble, stern: the working lot
To stand much greater, taller, strong
Filled...

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