Spirit-starved
sate my hunger if you will
humour me with comedy
'til I'm full and had my fill
for if music be the food of love
and laughter music of the soul
feast me on a funny song
nothing serious but something droll
tickle my funny bone with a tone
to make my toes all wriggle
and nourish me on melody
let me have a heartfelt giggle
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
On seaside cliffs
Central Park to Trafalgar square
Soft coos in the air
Flying rats they call them
Found even here
Rumor has it;
A Globetrodder.
Reality has it;
Hungry and homeless.
Remedy has it;
Feed him; Love him.
The Blackbird
Look out the window
Blackbird he's looking at me
With those big begging eyes
Come, fed me please
Out comes some birdseed
I scatter on the ground
Zoom he flies for some
Pecking, pecking as fast as he can
Before another one here's his sounds
Comes to fight for some.
Here comes two robins
To join in the fun
A loved one from heaven
Must be thinking of me
I sense that with every robin I see.
By Scottydotti
17/03/2026
What would be your reaction if an unfamiliar individual approached you and stated, "I love you"? Your initial response may lead you to perceive this individual as irrational. This phenomenon is comparable to interactions with strangers in online environments:
It is happening more each day online, and on social media platforms
How you respond to them can save you thousands of dollars by choosing not to respond.
Flattering words or deceitful phrases often swindle many elderly people out of their life savings.
Don't get me wrong; there are times when you can help a stranger who desperately needs it.
The adage reminds us that when you nurture them, they will always come back.
This contemporary take on love just doesn't resonate with me.
I have finished feeding these online pigeons.
When heavy rain has caused mass run-off from bare farmland above
and the creek has become murky and muddy reddish browned
How do the fish, the turtles, eels and also tiny shrimp, maintain vision,
to fossick for their food in the locality where they are found
In the tropic monsoon wet season, it can often take some weeks
before the creek has subsided and the water finally clears
Environmental pollution, that results from mans pursuits,
it's exponential, been happening for years
Will it take mass extinction of most of humankind to return to sanity,
on this beautiful creation, known as planet Earth
Craziness prevails throughout the human race
common sense and love seems to be in a state of dearth
A bright afternoon lunch, a darker shadow wraps around
your leg. Not clawing, just yawning. Yearning for a twitch
in its way.
You sit terribly still.
Your mother urges you to shoo it off, your father chews
absentmindedly at the way too bloodied meat, gazing through
your forehead. The clinks of the neighboring tables annoyingly
in sync. Your foot turns to face it.
The waiter gets your sister's order wrong, she curls up to a ball
as so does her stomach as she pipes down the vanilla milkshake,
an excuse to leave to the bathroom. To leave here.
The edge of your eyes catches the figure 8 being woven
along your cramping shins.
The heavy grimace of your brother, your mother fixing up
his collar, clearly not ironed. The setting bores you,
you look under. Beady eyes staring at you too. A plea
for what you should do.
The sinful act of feeding a noir stray cat.
With the steady grip of a football player, a knowing smirk
a bright eye glint, you hold it close,
the pitch-dark abomination–
and toss it onto the table.
An approving purr.
A feast for all.
Feed the birds, especially those next door,
For I just admire their flight, see them soar.
Winter is near, food will not be easy.
Storms are here, and the weather is breezy.
I sprinkle birdseed each day. They need more.
True, they find their food, but they even store.
They search for insects and sunflower seeds.
They are careful to avoid toxic weeds.
Alas, the sweetheart who lives next to me,
Is always abroad and is full of glee.
She sends me photos of panoramas,
Though most of all, she loves the sweet llamas.
Can I ever woo her and get married?
Might as well forget her and get buried.
Barefoot and pregnant
Is that what he wants us to be
Stepford Wives indignant
Waving a thousand as if it feeds
A baby takes lots of raising
Before the bond will mature
Sure they get it at 18 maybe
If they don’t starve to death from being poor
1000 dollars for a newborn oh
Is really an insult to me
Kids need love food clothes
Well before turning 18
He wouldn’t feed — his People —
Though Hunger — made them Pale —
He stored the Grain — in Secret —
And called their Pleas — a Tale —
Ten Million — went to Silence —
Disguised — as Mercy’s Sum —
His Wife — received the Portion —
The Needy — received None —
The Bread — became a Symbol —
Of Justice — left to Spoil —
The Poor — were Ghosts at Supper —
Who labored — for his Toil —
And still — the Wind — remembers —
The Names — the Ledgers — signed —
For Truth — though Starved — is Patient —
It Feeds — the Human Mind —
With penalty tariffs Trump fights
And what we do? Haply fly kites.
Not shun all his business,
Buy Trump Towers I guess,
Forget reality checks,
We write realty cheques!
And feed alas the fang that bites.
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Happenings | 44.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: This ditty is written in UK English, not American. Hence read check and cheque correctly. Trump is a business man first and then only a president. He sees his personal interest first. See, how he deals with Ukraine, how he dealt with Pakistan, with Israel in Gaza, and elsewhere. Though people talk of boycotting American goods, many still buy Trump Towers with huge Trump’s stakes.
Frantic meows and urgent leading
show me the way to the food container
"Meow, meow, meow" translates as
"Feed me, feed me, NOW!"
So, I do and give him a few head rubs
as he devours the food and begs for more
583 babies in England last year named Yahya
Gasp! – in memory of Yahya Sinwar
the vilest form of humanity…
594,094 were not
~ a whole hell of a lot
your love is s~~w~~e~~e~~t
your ~s~m~i~l e\ is the C
L
U
E
I need not be told
f
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d me that s~w~e~e~t~n~e~s~s
my thanks won't be any L
E
S
S
just trust me and see
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
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