Best Underfed Poems

Simple Poverty

I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if you concur.

Birthday cakes with not enough candles –
Coffee cups with broken handles -
Flat irons on a cast iron stove -
Mama’s...

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I've been served lots of unappetizing things 
that simply did not please my palette.
Being force fed with bitter or insincere words 
is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad.

I would rather be underfed and malnourished 
than to feast on something too briny or cheesy.
I won't...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken reins
the Morning of the Hurricanes,
sigh “it’s no use, it’s all...

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You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop, 
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were your chirps for worms
silenced in unsound Mother’s ears?
Your wings, too weak,
too still, on your first, failed, flight?
Your plume-less limbs
Coverless in...

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He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head, the dreaded clock had invaded peace instead
He dreaded rising, was compromising, while lying in his bed
The tick and tock, it...

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My first poem posted at Soup (it truly is one of my first poems 
since I enjoyed doing parodies of Christmas lyrics long before 
I began writing other kinds of poetry)

I Heard Mother
(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's...

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Hey blokes…do you really know what life is…?
Like living in the ghetto…any memories of Soweto…?
Maybe you can’t…make me a chant…
Yes…I know…because I grow…
In the streets…where my feet…
Would meet…the dead…and the underfed…
Where food variety was scarcity…like living is atrocity… 
Where poverty…like a sin…makes u thin…wary and...

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shot down and abused
misled and used
shed blood and felt pain
lose more than i gain
turned mad green and so sad blue
i can't help myself, so how can i help you

malnourished and underfed
followed blindly and been misled
drank from the wrong cup
went down but could not get up
put...

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I hate this world I'm living in
I hate it to the core
I hate this world I'm living in
Can't take it anymore

The hate that sparks a genocide
Does anybody care?
The theft, the lies, the cover up
Is there much more to bear?

I hate this world I'm living in
A...

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A friend—
not a good one, but a close one;
one that I couldn’t let go
If I could see you now, I don’t know what I would say…
there were always things I didn’t know

but I loved you most. 


Tuesday nights, sometimes Thursday, 7:42 PM
The nights I didn’t...

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“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he got out of bed,
my boy would get in trouble! He was led
by some strange drumbreat pounding in his head!
While other...

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God's organic clothes are coming unglued,
seasonal seams tearing apart,
emerging alarmingly chaotic
whatever, dissonance?
Supremely straight white noise?

Next time,
I'll recover your naked monolithic culture
in clothes of hard rooted wood
and yet how would you wear them?
Who could?

Perhaps we did
when God grew a tree 
like earthy S/He.

Children of Me/We healthy...

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Ball buster Fred wants the workers unfed,
and when his **** turns to clay,
reborn Karma says,
black in the face he will pray,
but his God wants him there underfed,
ok....Don Johnson...

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Bedraggled and grimy they hike from the tracks,
Fleeing the urban centers to the south.
Unsteady gaits and sun worn skin glow.
A young couple with a thin mutt,
Ramble towards a local store.
The lively grin of the underfed dog transfixes me.
An overweight canine in my backyard has lost...

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I am reading my Resilience Systems Manual,
avidly,
like an underfed developer
hoping to strike gold
while laying healthy habitat foundations.

Today I see Community Resilience mention
Tipping Points,
dipolar appositional,
when exceeded 
on a WayTooMuch Yang OverInvested
Western dualistic
nature ain't spirit
so divine couldn't be merely humane,
actively cooperating ways of not overshooting
resilient rebound.

Bouncing back...

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