The Last Crumb
I saw some birds fighting over some bread.
Everyone fights each other until they're dead.
The birds were after the last thing to eat.
The whole world is blind, they cannot see.
A civil war to prove someone wrong.
People being respectful are long gone.
What happened to everyone?
Just to be a good samaritan to someone.
To fight for the last crumb that's on the ground.
Each man for himself just to drown.
How can you reach out to a lost generation?
The world bleeds through separation.
Would you give your last piece of bread to a stranger?
Giving to someone would be your last waver.
Be a leader and not a follower.
If you don’t put in the work then don’t bother.
Find your own way through forgiveness.
Standing humble in lightness.
Speak no lies to your brothers.
Hold up the lantern for others.
Wefind purpose through prosperity.
To give your best from clarity.
Take a stand against the oppressors.
Give back all that you are.
More earth in mound
Before we hold
A crumb of gold.
It was a month long summer vacation, I had returned my home unwillingly,
And I was shocked to see my bedroom too, Twigs and bird's drops were scattered everywhere, I did not know how they come exactly, Finally I had found a small bird's nest , . Oh ,it was inside an exhaust fan's frame, The little chicks were peeped out of the nest, They expected their mother's arrival, There was no sign of their mother's chirping, I waited for an hour in the same room, At last their mother came with a calling, It had a tiny crumb in its compact beak, . And it fed it a chick and flew away.
Dear Salacious Crumb, where did you go?
I saw what Luke did to the sail barge,
as Leia jumped off I witnessed the blow;
Echoes of your ceremonious laugh
lingered after that swift disappearance;
Did Skywalker hit you with a Skiff’s staff?
Bib Fortuna cackled ‘He’s no Jedi.’
I have a feeling you saw through all that;
You know all the smugglers who stop by;
Personal sidekick of Jabba The Hutt,
it’s logical you’d know how to escape
right out of a hidden palace shortcut;
Could have traveled to another planet,
or hidden with those wild desert Jawas;
You’re known for being such a sly bandit;
If not on Tatooine where have you been?
Where in a galaxy far far away?
I gotta know; Sincerely, a Star Wars fan.
If we all gave a crumb of bread
To all the folk who are unfed
The world would be a better place
It would assist the human race
To survive and march ahead
*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.
Coffee Crumb Cake Critique
Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,
Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,
Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.
2022 June 04
At the birth of every male child,
At his hair-cutting event styled,
At first birth-celebrations wild;
At his sister's ear-ring pomp, mild,
At school when their admissions filed,
Blasts the crumb, whole soul forces, piled...!
When enjoying a silent sleep,
When solemn meditation keep,
When, within, alone, cry or weep;
When as rituals blind-faiths, seep,
When in farms rich harvest we reap,
Roars the crumb of drum like bomb-heap...!
When boys go mystic in playground,
When girls hysterically bound,
When kith-and-kin awe-filled surround;
When moralists sow seeds so sound,
When, wildest of the wild gets crowned,
Booms crumbs of music; all get drowned...!
At great festivals of marriage,
At bride-groom's glamour-horse carriage,
At bride's courtyard like effleurage;
At death, with mourning, like steerage,
At mingle of broods like peerage,
Cracks crumbs with fullest coverage...
Crumb, for us, is not bomb or shell,
Nor any grand ancient witch-spell,
Nor blast of some planets far dwell;
It’s, loud noise pollution, like hell,
That, in truth, is a rude death-knell,
Though we cherish it like church-bell...
19 January 2022
(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)
When someone CALLED me very dumb
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB
I never played those CHILDHOOD games
That's no reason to CALL me names
CLEARLY, they all have picked on me
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see
I go to a COUNSELOR, now
To CURVE the way I think, somehow
All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill
I just needed a CARING friend
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end
Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why
My CHOSEN words, with my last breath
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death
C Form-Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
1/15/2022
It fell from the masters table.
Pets would snaffle it if able.
"Why!,' yelled the master, 'are you dumb?
You grapple over one mere crumb!
You both have big bowls full of food.
You're so ungrateful! That's just rude.
Nevertheless, you mortal things,
So much joy your company brings."
The dogs wag their tails happily.
They play and jump with child like glee.
What would man do without his friend?
With whom would precious time he'd spend?
Ponder this and your rage will numb
When your dog takes away your crumb.
These furry friends enrich our life.
They comfort us in times of strife.
Written 13th January 2022
For the C Forms - Couplet contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling of a dirty bar
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a mysterious group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
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Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor July 18. 2017
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling in a dirty diner
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a select group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
June 23, 2003 (Movin’ to Florida)
© Ralph Sergi
A crumb fell down from Henry's lunch
Onto the ground outside.
It soon attracted one small ant;
Perhaps he was the guide
For minutes later, all his friends
And relatives did show.
He'd spread the word but how he did it,
I will never know.
That little crumb made quite a feast
For every ant around
But how they heard about it
Is that part that does astound.
Osama Bin Laden, hiding is he,
not like a man but like a flea.
Long it won't be till he is found,
Americans are, the "True Blood Hounds,"
Another coward like Houssein,
will be captured and refrained.
Thinking himself invincible,
eventually he will take a fall.
Smile's they wear on their face,
a frown will soon take it's place.
Like the desserts sand of wind gust,
you'll crumble, Bin Laden, back into dust.
Only the good enter God's gate,
in his line, don't dare wait!
You've earned your grade very well,
your graduation day is Hell.
The Red, White and Blue still waves,
standing for the free and the brave.
They'll take you down, our heroes,
and that's how this American Story goes!
What will surely wash my sins all away?
Was it when Jesus died and which way?
Thorns on his head causing blood to shed,
And how many times Bible have often read.
How about wife and I when we would marry?
Bright eyed new born baby around she did carry;
All those Sundays that I had worshiped my Lord;
Times I rooted for my kid and team never scored.
It must have been when my wife and me
Asked God for sins to be removed and set free
And our faith in Him who we finally had found;
Songs wife sang in church and enjoyed each sound.
No wonder how happy we all have become;
Drank from cup of wine after eating each crumb;
When writing this poem, goose pimples I get;
God sent me many poems and won't have to fret.
God, You are incredible for this poem giving me;
Not only that, free without having charged a fee
When I write it will do like someone reassured
By having heard the Lord and His each word.
Wrote this right before Priest gave sermon about
even the dogs appreciate the crumbs from the
Lord's table who if you are able are supposed to
keep your elbows off of.
I am a mouse
From my house
I can spy......
A huge piece of cheese
Well its huge to me
I am a cat
From my mat
I can spy.....
A crumb of cheese
Wheres that mouse, I cannot see
I am that mouse
Waiting patiently
For that cat .....
To take a nap
So the cheese i can trap
I am that cat
Going to nap
Go ahead mouse ....
Go take the cheese
Eat in your house
Cos I am a tooo lazy cat and much toooo fat that loves to nap.
Cheese is yuck and so are mice, so neither entice.
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