Long Hunger Poems
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It was instant attraction without hesitation
We were meant for each other, two hearts…
Melting into one beautifully gentle song,
Almost creating a sincere connection of hope.
We dreamed the dream of shared passions
Opening our minds to the ultimate warmth…
Breathing into each other the sweetest joy,
A whisper of angel’s wings freeing our spirits.
There was a vision felt ascending between us
A hunger for merging all our finest dreams…
Persuading feelings that reach down to the core,
Touching a satisfying faith for what tomorrow holds.
We shared our thoughts and deepest inner treasures
Pure gold sparkled when our eyes made contact…
Whatever came we knew we would be there together,
In the most intimate relationship either of us had known.
Then, one afternoon, the ecstasy turned to mourning
What had been the answer changed into a question…
Would we ever overcome the transformation we felt,
In moments, our harmony became a disastrous storm.
We tried to remind ourselves of the past pleasures
The stars in our eyes turned to flashes of lost hopes…
Suddenly the worst days were there before us,
And we realized what we had was failing to nourish.
Finally, we decided to let go and leave the dream
What once was good had turned to remembrance…
Love, when lost, feels like someone must have died,
Yet, there is something inside that forgets if it was you or me.
September 9, 2019
Sometimes love is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Now that we know struggle
can exist in commemoration meetings
museums, battlegrounds or rivers
now that we know soldiers too can
be bourgeoisie making business
workers can govern or dance to be
Love can be free
Vagabonds can write poetry
advocates count syllables astutely
architects forgetting about wheelchairs
now that presidents fail farmers fickle
with colonels wanting to sing sonatas
now that heroes hymn in the heavens
we know Soul has no gender or class
Now that we know hunger is only a lesson
and rage a rampant note going past
now that we know eyes are but mirrors
through Dark Ages with democracy
imprinted on genes
now we can touch exuding Light
So let’s smell a good stew
dwelling with arum lilies new
let’s listen to frogs croaking
squeeze a warm hand poking
now that Consciousness opens up
i t a l w a y s w a s
~~~~~~~~~
Papa’s not here
For we had hunger to fear-
He took his backpack
And never came back.
Mama’s gone too-
Drunk she got
-nothing I could do
The money she forgot.
School mister?
Then what about my sisters?
You come knocking,
But all you do is nodding.
You ask me for papa
But I must go make supper,
For I have four siblings
And the money’s dribbling.
You ask my age
But it will nothing change
Because, Mr Policeman
You stand there with your fan
And in my tin home
You must your people phone,
For you must save the day
But I don’t get a say
Because you will eventually separate us
And say that you must
But Mr policeman
You don’t understand.
Little Tommy’s only got me left
For he’s completely deaf.
Sarah gets nightmares-
You don’t know our fears.
I had to steal
To cook a meal
For that day I had no work,
I had found Betty in the dirt.
Beaten and bruised,
Broken and abused.
Your uniform had her abused.
You don’t understand our struggle
Your money provides a bubble.
And you will never understand trouble
Or the need to fight
While your blue lights flash bright.
His hands felt tougher than the bones
That cracked beneath his blows
He didn’t always throw these stones
At times, he brought me a rose
Suffering from the lack of compassion
My heart often ached with regrets
Causing my face to grow quite ashen
Wishing that my mind just forgets
Deep within there’s a whisper of hope
Quenching the doubts that stifle
Giving me so many good ways to cope
Longing to dissuade all that brings a trifle
Painting my soul hues of beautiful gold
Gently caressing my spirit with devotion
For getting away from this hardened cold
Where my spirit was losing it’s emotion
A hunger for liberty from this prison camp
Silenced all other reflections of insight
Leaving rivers of tears, cheeks all damp
From the sorrows of letting go, so contrite
His heart grew so cruel amid the lost dawns
Where the soft glow of summer couldn’t melt
Through the anger and resentment that cons
Hope into a place of spiteful doubts that are felt
My longing for freedom from his deep rage
Left my mind reeling with feelings of anguish
Knowing he would eventually go on a rampage
I finally left him with all the ambiguity to languish
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
November 13, 2020
Title Chosen: 3.) Eleutheromania
As the time of spring beckons
We all have this moment of clear-sightedness
when we see we are of little importance other to the world
and clear-eyed grasp our smallness.
We can in our tiny ways push the world forward an inch
perhaps to a fairer society where children do not die under
the rubble of concrete.
We can do nothing to stop these people who will push
us into an Armageddon, and will they somehow think
they can avoid the calamity when there is no one to blame.
There was a time when one could travel unmolested
in the Arabic world, then the smell of petroleum and
the white man came and destroyed the peace for greed.
No, not us the lesser people, we are victims too of their
hunger to dominate and enslave us in mortgages and loans
that can never be paid; so we watch and wait and when
the day of disaster comes shall I help the ruffians to my lifeboat.
Rattled into action,
I’m no damsel in a tower.
I’m Sleeping Beauty, grown—
not rescued,
just rested.
Wrapped in gratitude,
a quiet kiss waiting.
So I crush every mistake,
every “no,”
every moment I felt less than—
they were the broth
that brined my spine,
seasoned my soul.
I do not recount sorrows
steeped in regret.
I do not carve my psyche
with clever metaphors.
I do not dance
through the dust of broken dreams.
I bask
in the brilliance buried
beneath defeat.
Not lost.
Only redemption.
I sip from the same scorched cup—
the bitterness now dulled,
the burn made warm.
I steep old wounds in truth,
brew them into wisdom.
Every ache a root
pushing me into new life.
Every silence
a seed I didn’t know I’d planted.
The knowing always strikes first—
a hush pierced by sirens,
pulse breaking in the bones,
a hunger without a name,
a reaching
for something that does not yet exist.
Even the thorns I cursed—
named after lovers
I mistook for home—
became compass needles,
pointing me back to myself.
I do not recount sorrows steeped in regret.
I do not carve my psyche with metaphors.
I do not waltz through wreckage.
I bask—
in the hush after heartbreak,
in the shimmer beneath scars,
in the beauty that bloomed
when everything broke.
Not lost.
Not ruined.
Only—
becoming.
And still,
I bask.
Things are so quiet
Letters don’t soar
No one talks at all
They try but they fail
Inaudible words excel
Forever i think that words don’t have sound
Only emotions can turn the world around
That's what we were taught
We were taught that we shall be silenced
That words won’t break us free
That we should take actions
We were taught to throw the first punch
Instead of using our words, we used anger
To satisfy our vengeance hunger
We weren't taught good actions from bad
We were praised for having violence
And bad emotions targeting people
We were taught that words were flagrant and should be banned
We silenced the only people who took a good stand
We were too scared so we didn’t talk
So whenever someone used words
We were desperately shocked
Even though some who visited never knew that we could understand
Or hear the words they used
Words do hurt I may say
But i’d rather hear those distressing words meant to hurt
Than be silenced and have no stand
So that day I got up too
I used my words
Those thoughts I kept in for so long
I Spoke my mind forever as time will go on
-Dawn.B
I look at the green crocodile balls placed in handcrafted bamboo basket
They look ripe and tempting.
The snake skinned vendor looks at me with hopeful eyes
His turtle legs skin with every vein visible is a testimony of many days of hunger
He wears a wrinkled robe of silk over them
His brahminy blindsnake skin glistens in sun
An amazing will power to survive despite odds keeps him going.
I know he will gladly give me a huge discount for his meager earnings determines his dinner
Filled with pity, I buy a kilo and hand over a thousand rupee note to him
He looks at me puzzled
"I don't have change for such a big amount"
"Keep the change", I say
He flatly refuses
"I will have only what I earn
I am not a beggar
I will get change from nearby shop"
"You give me whole basket", I respond
He displays his moony teeth
His face gleams in joy
I am reminded of full moon night
He quickly packs my fruits
offers free home delivery
I lack strength despite good food
He is strong despite hunger
I feel sad and depressed at times
He inspires life is meant for living happily with smile in face
As I walk back home
I resolve to be happy
I have no right to be sad!
06.08.2021
For Emile Pinet imagism contest
Amidst some ashen memory distilled,
Unfolded all the flowering prose of eye;
Beneath the idea of the weighted song,
Sat still the meditative poet, I.
You knew me in your quiet hours
Long befriended neath a cloak of lust;
A mouse amidst the scent of wilted flowers,
Touched and torched and writhing in the dust.
We did embrace the noble thought,
We did dare contemplate the mortal;
Did compare, complain, for naught
While viewing out the portal.
And of the hunger and the shame
Between the pain and laughter,
Sought together life to tame,
And brace ourselves for after.
Nothing known of consequence or face;
Compassion of a child, we were blind.
We linked our thought to Holiness and Grace
And stepped forth unbeguiled, our God to find.
A piece for those trying to smile
While walking
The longest of miles
(A lone voice whispers)
I have loved my life
Called it a thousand names
As I fought through pain
All its gifts are mine
They all reside deep inside
For I'm illuminated
I feel everything around and within
Even when I’m defeated
I feel sacred
I bathe in the perpetual glow
Of a glorious sun
But no matter how far I wonder
No matter how far I run
My inner sun
Holds treasures for the soul
The more I give
The more I feel whole
Although I change
Physically
Every seven years
I'm indomitable
I study the splendour of my life
I celebrate the joys and pains
For my faith
Is formidable
Stranded to rhythms and
outrageous patterns of chaos
I materialize to create my own cosmos
With
Divine symmetry
Between my powers
Of inspiration and sensation
This wild life is simply my own seance
I desire the paths I walk
The side roads
Streets and byroads
Filled with newer experiences and faces
Thrill me
I offer compassionate and benevolence
To all in need
I control the Achilles' heels
Within my world
For its fears
Are irrelevant
I celebrate in the curative power of pleasure
I satisfy my hunger within its revered well
I initiate the deep free dive
To impenetrable depths
To find my blazing strength
Flowing from my crux to create new worlds
As my guardian angels wept
Love and Laughter
Elevate me
I hail from paradise to create my sanctuary
To pay tribute to my true spirit
For its inner beauty is beyond compare
Writing
Poetry
Singing and smiling
For
I'm an original
Simply surviving
Copyright John Duffy