Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
When I walk,
beneath my feet,
the road begins to sound.
I listen
to the music of the road.
When I walk,
beneath my feet,
the road begins to dance.
I move my feet
to the rhythm of its dance.
When I walk,
beneath my feet,
a map of the road takes shape
.
I scatter myself
across the map of the road.
I want to play
with the road.
Hungry map
It gobbles up
my body.
“I'm always hungry.”
“I never know why.”
“I eat. And eat. And eat.”
“I'm never full.”
“Maybe it is their screams?”
“It couldn't be?”
“I made sure to rip their vocal cords out?”
“Why can I still..
“hear them?”
The blood started to puddle around me
It gets higher. Higher. HIGHER.
“Im going to drown.”
“I feel their hands wrapping around me, it hurts..”
“Im sorry”
I whisper, no one will hear it anyways.
It's not true anyways. I'm still hungry.
So I'm still the monster they scream
as I tear away the innocence they once had.
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,
is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
Because I was Hungry —I stold some Bread—
The smallest Sin—I knew—
The Baker's Window—far too Bright—
The Empty Bin—more True—
Behind the Publix— they silently stood—
No Mercy in the Waste—
The Summer pressed upon my Lungs—
Its Furnace—could not haste—
The Pavement held no Gentle Bed—
No Sparrow called me Home—
The Houses wore their Bolted Hearts—
While I—was left to Roam—
The Mighty hid behind white Marble Walls—
The Lowly counted Crust—
A Kingdom weighs its Worth—in another's mans Gold—
But cannot now keep the smallest of Trust—
If Judgment comes—for taking Bread—
To quiet one day's Need—
May Heaven ask the Wealthier Hand—
How my Hunger made them bleed.
Rumple Stein has a terrifying
midnight warning for children
who look for a late- night snack.
Deep within the woods
where the old shadows grow,
Rumple Stein whispers a secret
you must know.
"Never sneak a cookie when
the midnight bell tolls,
For that is the hour when the
beast truly strolls."
His voice is like gravel, his
eyes gleam with spite,
Warning little children of the
terrors in the night.
"The Cookie Monster waits in
the dark, cold and grim,
If you steal a treat, you will
surely meet him."
A shadow will stretch out
across the kitchen floor,
As a blue furry claw softly
pushes the door.
He won't want a wafer, a chip,
or a chew,
Instead, the fierce beast will
come hunting for you!
Your bones will be crumbled
like a dry chocolate chip,
As he catches your sleeve in
his terrible grip.
With a terrifying growl from his
bottomless cup,
The hungry blue gobbler will
swallow you up!
So lock up the cookie jar when the
clock strikes the hour,
Before you are trapped in the
monster's grim power.
No crumbs will remain where
you stood on the floor,
And the kitchen will stay silent
forevermore.
Once upon a time, Rumple
Stein sat by the glowing fire
and called the children close.
"Tonight," he whispered with
a wicked smile, "I will tell you
about the Dust- Gnasher."
This creature has skin like old
parchment and razor- sharp fingers
long enough to wrap around the
mattress.
It waits in absolute silence,
completely flattered beneath
your dark bed frame all night
long.
The moment the bedroom
lights click off, its yellow eyes
pop open in the shadows.
It listens for the sound of
deep breathing to know you
are finally fast asleep.
Then, it slowly slides out to
sniff the air, looking for tiny
bare feet hanging off the edge.
If you leave a toe uncovered,
it's cold, bristly tongue will
give it a tiny bite.
It loves to steal loose socks
and chew on plastic toys with
its full, clicking teeth.
"So tuck your blankets tightly
tonight," Rumple chuckled,
"because it is listening right
now."
Tasty confection,
Chocolate, caramel, nuts,
Delectable reflection,
Love those tasty guts.
It must Snicker,
While my taste buds flicker.
How you move,
like
a
dynamic flirt.
Hungry hands,
I’m anxious
to guide them.
What is on the other side? “He asks
Well I say, “There might be a loch, or a waterfall, or nothing at all.”
We won’t know until we get to the other side.
“I don’t want to go to the other side!” He says
“I want to go home”
“No we’re halfway there. We’re going to the other side”
“I’m thirsty” he screams
“I’m hungry” He wails
“I’m tired” He cries
“There’s a cafe at the other side”
“Cool” he states as he runs off to the other side.
Hungering woman!
After many lean years
Hungry in heart
To point of tears -
Hungry for everything
That woman needs
Hungry for words
And hungry for deeds -
Hungry for kindness
Hungry for warmth
Hungry for love
To the point of remorse -
Hungry for whole
And for each part -
Hungry for soul
And hungry for heart!
Hungering woman!
You're never there
You say you need me
Then flee into air
Each day each week
I think and toil
Passion wells up
My blood comes to a boil
Waiting for you
Or simply your call
With my mind burning,
Nerves stretched out tall,
With cannons shooting
All through the lung,
With forks inserted
Into the tongue,
With gut contorted
With burning eyes
Hearing distorted
Throat bound by ties
With shaking ligaments -
Knees growing weak -
With all within me
Waiting to break -
With heart impaled
On the end of the knife.
Hungering woman!
You eat me alive!
Sneaky squirrel climbs pole grab sunflower seeds from bird feeder
Hunger is terrible, it hurts, it gives us sadness, it makes us feel so down.
Hunger is from the intent to dominate, the failure to make food free and available.
Hunger was never like this, food use to grow freely, like apples and all kinds of food.
Hunger was created to cause us harm, to make us pay, to make us be under control.
Hunger should be abolished, food should grow freely again, farming should be taught to all, and all should be able to learn.
Hunger can be ended, everyone should take notice and take time to end hunger forever.
Hunger walk-in places should be created to feed people, no one should go hungry, making them angry and unable to feel good.
So feed the hungry, grow food freely, work toward the best we can be today and into the future.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Aunty Autumn shakes legs
pearl is last crumb of raisin bun
dragged by Anxious Ant into
dimming N.E.S.T
dimming N.E.S.T is pest
hungry ants biting sharp
buns are pearls for angry HUNGRY
amber vein imbeds clinging to tree T.R.U.N.K
the Homeless grow anxious
days are shorter nights will be I.C.Y
dawns are C.R.I.S.P
we pack away cotton shorts
packing is a chore I want no more
crisp is biscuits to feed quiet H U N G R Y
leaves fall thick and f
A
s
T
growing on p a u s e ~
RAIN will fall in torrents __________>>
stained glass heart blue sharp
soul sinking eyes haunting glare
food bank brings much joy
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