Long Famish Poems

Whether passing a ball through the air or a peg on ice,
the execution thereof is much like the game of life.
It is also akin to the passings and transitioning of the    ...

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UNDER THE FATHER LAND
 We serve under the father land
 In huminity we render 
 Selfless services in cosmopolitanism 
 In peace-less and troubless downtown   
 We inhabit as national stuccoers
 With the...

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I left you all day with fear
A wounded hear with a cruel blemish
Seeking for a healer
Tormented against strong will.
My whip welcomes you home all day
and scars on your body trembling
humiliation hasten by at the sight...

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Dreaming

A king of once dreamed about cows, of which some were fat and others lean.
 If you are like me, you often forget your dreams; but I suspect that we all at some point have...

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Dislikes

Blow  dislikes in the aired balloon
Soar high and high in firm alone
Space even will not greet you fool
Why are you behind in the childhood of noon?
Where were you born no one known?
All die in...

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I want, what is to be 
I want, what should happen 
I need and want all that is around me 
but i am starved 
I am the hungry  
I am in slaved 
now with...

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Somehow you found yourself wide awake 
Not lonely but unsure of what to do 
Your other half is sound asleep and dreaming away 
You yourself is far from sleepy
Your body is too energize from all...

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Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist 
eager bard imbued 
opal dream flotilla  
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots 
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce 
taunt a hued vase 
porcelain image fest
for staunch earthbound...

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Can't empty bowls be filled with rice each day?
Whatever ever age, gender, color, or creed
That mankind’s dire hunger be swept away,
Not by crumbs when wheatfields are lush, indeed.
 
While harvest of earth is bounty, divine
Millions...

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FEAST OF BEAUTY

I thought humans don't eat humans
and bands don't break bands

But your beauty is eating me up - Cannibalism. 
Sheer barbarism and "taboolism",
Not empathic and absolutely no sympathy,
Emotions running high for your posh of...

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Hey, son, Mom is outside,  
     so I'm off to cook for myself a bowl of sumptious mee...

She is the Minister of Kitchen, 
     I wouldn't...

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Don’t blink
Don’t dare
Dare to love
Dare to hate
Hate the weak
Hate the strong
Strong hold
Strong arm of the Law
Law of gravity
Law of time
Time to change
Time to hear
Hear the pain
Hear the cries
Cries of man
Cries of children
Children skipping
Children fishing
Fishing for...

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Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist 
eager bard imbued 
opal dream flotilla  
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots 
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce 
taunt a hued vase 
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound...

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BECAUSE I LOVE HER

Because I love her,
I gave my heart to her
I battled my thought
And wrote a poem for her.

Because I love her,
I traded my life for her 
I bought gold and silver for her....

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Pay The Damn Fee!
I felt so famish. 
Yet I knew I had to pay a fee.
I was in anguish.
I wanted to plead.
An alibi I needed to establish. 
So, no trouble would come for me
One that...

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I am thirsty 
I am sorely in drought famish 
earnestly starving
 I come to the Father
To His son
 whom He allowed
 to be living water
 I come I am thirsty Lord Jesus
 I need replenishing...

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Hunger inflicts,
And thirst oppress.
The tongue succumbs-
To mouth’s barrenness.

I hear the drums of famish,
And feel the heat of the throat.
The muscles grow thin-
For famine predominates.

Hmm! the phallus releases it last drop,
As the anus hit it last...

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Righteousness does deliver us from the 
jaws of death, the Lord will not suffer 
the soul of the righteous to famish, the 
Lord feeds us continually with his spiritual 
word, all that read this I...

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THE DEVIL dreads THE INTROVERT

A metonym 
of metonymy,
Introvertishly 
devilish.
Never gets

word famish,
eruption of moods
heated-up in solitary;
Sudden upheaval

wrecks a show.
Even
Devil quivers,
Pampering
the introvert,
Mute saturation 

of ambiance, even
Silence shivers;
Seismic shift...
Outspoken
quietness,

Sullenly silent,
Words token,
somberly sulking.
Raise a dust,

strike our pulse...
what's the fuss?
Carnival...

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