Best Welfare Poems
The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.
It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.
With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.
It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.
I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.
My Mother didn't want me
She wanted
Free Housing
Free Food
Free Education
Free Medical
My Mother didn't want me
But I did
In the winter morning
Diamond fogs play on spiky grasses.
The rising sun is my friend then.
Not pigeons but crows flying on this town
In winter, the feathers are crystal black.
Then cawing is my morning song.
Town streets of dawn are not alone.
Female garments workers are busy.
Like the butterflies after blooming fresh flowers
My country is my pride for the hard workers.
This world is my heaven for welfare inventions.
The winter helps me to see the rising sun of life.
-20.12.2020 Chattogram
If Charity is
A gift that’s given freely
Explain welfare “RIGHTS”?
get the special treatment
society needs you
booze on line
booty from behind
advantage
make the call
your only purpose in life
established to meet your personal
and emotional needs.
the skin you wear
I will never fall, like you
#for contest
I'm a librarian,
I'm a postman,
I'm a welfare queen,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat scene.
I'm a teacher,
bus driver,
secretary,
garbageman.
Wage worker,
politician,
war veteran
fireman.
Army sergeant,
Navy sergeant,
air force pilot
......and police.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing on the poor house trampoline.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat
all day long.......
so I'm a dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the welfare...
double standard heath care,
budget cutting,
scapegoating,
life killing,
poor house dealing,
rich lovin,
poor hatin,
capitalist scene.
Time is running out,only to find out,you have to kiss ass to survive in America. Wish I had a
better life, instead I'm stuck kissing Welfare ass in order to survive, Free is what the rich
believe, When the ones who struggle trying to find a way to eat, The rich whites has no
worries, They can survive, pay bills, live the nice life, Keep their families fed, When I look
through the eyes of the homeless men, women and children, I ask how can anyone turn
them away, What if it was you and your babies out there? You don't begin to understand,
because you and your babies aren't here! The poor can't find no job, because of skin color
or for what their beliefs are, When you in your up to date car,you will never see past your
riches for just a moment to see what your doing to my loved ones and me. Material things
don't make you, It's what you do for those less fortunate than you. Come and live our life
for a week, I bet you would get so weak you wouldn't even begin to know how to speak I
live on not that much, just enough to to pay some of the rent, I have a baby and don't know
where I'm going to be the next day, America is a big slave country, they want to ship all jobs
over seas so they can make they Chinese slaves by paying them less, for us the ones who
needs a job badly do without, so they have a good reason for us to rob, murder, sell dope,
so they can through us in jail and make us work for the government for FREE, Well isn't it
just one big mess? You live everyday trying to make a way, One thing though the rich is not
immune to that kind of living, we the poor are . We know how to hustle and pan handle hard,
Where the rich don't know anything by far! Stay strong, and don't get weak ever, that's what
they want. Stay positive alright.
A blender
Can be used for mixing or crushing
Of many things
Including the visible and the invisible
Happiness can survive alone
But happiness sometimes does blend
With sadness
While you're touring you see
Startling poverty
While you're enjoying food
With a lot of people yearning for it
At this moment
Feelings in your heart
Seem to be mixed by a blender
Sadness always hurts deeply
Like being crushed by the blender
Unless sadness is blended
With hope
Welfare will give the needy hope
A prayer too
An encouragement too
Some confidence too
Some efforts too
And one's own determination
To live to struggle and to try too
It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me,
"Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
(This poem is especially wrote to
dedicate US President George W Bush
on his great speech on war on Terrorism)
Few People who has this belief,
Iraq is a great opportunity to defeat,
US and their coalitions, they are trying,
To establish a democratic system,
That provides equal opportunity,
Without any distinction of prejudices.
A sophisticated system that honours a child,
Women, men and physical disables equally.
To offer devices to regard their fraternity,
To provide security and safety to protect,
Freedom for mankind to abolish exploitation.
Bounded labour and humiliation,
When a mean person didn’t understand,
The way of discussion, a challenge,
A right decision for civil protection.
If a Religion has declined the identifications,
The intellectual work and dedications,
Struggle for living to protect human rights.
Then a right alternative to offer same devices,
As an honest and great person,
In a day light, as a brave warrior did it,
We shall fight to win, a message of God,
Who said to me to attack on rebels,
They never regarded others as human.
If you deserve to live in heaven,
We shall provide you that opportunity.
We shall fight to protect the mankind.
Living on Earth is only our motive.
I've been measuring our chimney
And checking on the flue.
The last time I saw Santa
He was too fat to get through.
I wrote a note to Mrs. Santa
Telling her I thought that she
Should put Santa on a diet,
But she hasn't answered me.
I won't be leaving cookies,
Diet cola should be fine
To satisfy his thirst and
I don't think he should dine
On candy, cakes and cookies
Until the job is done.
I wouldn't want him to get stuck
And spoil some children's fun.
So if he should get to your house
Before he gets to mine,
Just remember fat and sugar free
At his age is just fine.
By: Joyce 10/17/07
I think that we should hunt the poor
and catch them in our nets.
Then bury them in one big hole
As how we treat our pets.
Then wait for more to come along
and keep the sport alive.
To honor Queen and Country spurned
where once the dollar thrived.
Then threaten them who'd lose a dime
to sit amongst the poor.
To take what honors left in them
to die amongst the sure.
Where everyone can see a dollar
to understand it's worth.
And all the poor who lose a dollar
fill in the cost of birth.
I am deadweight
I am the anchor harboring the ship that holds the American Dream
I am the answer to a question a lot simplier than the one that so many that have no homes,
no heat, no food to eat, are asking
I am too little too late
I am the reason that child is still in the home where he is left alone, ignored
I am the cross that the desparate and rich alike must carry.
Yet
I am the paycheck for the 60 percent that work to support the 40
I am the bridge card ensuring our children are never thin enough to slip through the cracks
I am better than nothing
Poet's note:
More of this exists in my mind. While I walked to the Department of Human Services building
this morning, but now that I am in front of a computer the bitter flavor of the feelings and
thoughts are lost. Also I am listening to Eclipse and very distracted! As always when I write
on-line I am at the Jackson District Library. Sorry for all the details in this note and not
enough in this poem. Don't comment and I will either delete or edit this on another day!
Again sorry!
Thank you, Christie for commenting despite my statment yesterday! God has got me and he
carries me through. I love reading your comments and more importantly your poetry. This is
a safe place to share not only the bright shining examples of the poetry God whispers in my
air/ear, but also the negativity that sometimes drags me down.
Thank YOU all! This is a poetic community that sees and hears and heals the good and the
bad. Yes, you can heal the good because even positive expressions can have wounds or
flaws. God loves us all anyway. Okay, this so got away from me! Very revealing, umm, too
reavealing! No more poet's notes for me! I just don't know when to quit!
When the world doesn't satisfy you
You will dream of an idealistic and notional one
Some people dream of the outer space
Some people dream of a world after death, the heaven
And some people think of god's salvation
No doubt, the earth is a nice place to live
Although sometimes truth and justice is rare
But love and affection isn't lacking
But welfare isn't lacking
Oh, please just be grateful
A life and a soul is always given to you free
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils