Long Malnutrition Poems
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new silence brewing
cold sun is perfect
the way i feel
the way i deal
my loner's mentality resurfaces
kitchen sink full of dishes
all tv dinners freezer burnt
dust in every corner
dust on every morsel of wood
body shaking from hunger and early malnutrition
pillow smelling musty from the night sweats
body smelling pungent from a depression unseen and well hidden
the way i feel
the way i deal
zero is the main ideal effect of it all
i wake up looking down
i go in to completely stop
i skip pebbles on the water while acting stoney
my feel are heavily glues to the ground and yet i am flying
where i land is where my spot will be marked unmarked
i am social as an outlet to my every fear
the new moon changes your mood, and you have a listening ear
i express all i can before the shield takes back its control
if i had the chance to choose how to die right now, then it would be with my hand on your heart and your heart in my hands
Carriage drawn by four black steeds
Zombie coachman no blood to bleed
He is employed by Dracula
Who calls him fondly Tarantula.
Tonight he's on deadly mission
His masters suffering malnutrition
With fangs that ache, desperate for blood
He's practised in art of courtly love.
Tarantula picked up Dracula's date
Dressed to the nines her fate awaits
Beautiful woman if only she knew
Vampires entice and then subdue.
Charming Count's enigmatic smile
Teeth so white he does beguile
Taking her hand at table they sit
He really has most invasive wit.
Weaving his spell she quickly falls under
Satisfied Count made fatal blunder
He turned her into creature of night
She now bedevils him, wanting a bite.
Where there is malnutrition, let us provide basic human resources, for the poor and the destitute. Where there is insufficient: clothing, shoes, water, housing, education, and job opportunities-let the world community take the necessary actions.
Where there is talk of: ethnic, religious, sexual cleansing, let us hold those responsible accountable for their crimes against humanity. Where there is talk of warfare among the nations, or ethnic groups; let us preach and practice world peaceful harmony.
Where there is sexual and human trafficking; let us put an end to such human miserable mistreatment. Let us provide freedoms to the captives. rehabilitation, moral, ethical and spiritual guidance. Housing, education,and employment opportunities.
Where is talk of domestic violence against people, and property; let us provide the necessary intervention, legal action, and restoration.
Where there is talk of warfare, and violence between hostile nations; let us hold out the olive branch of reconciliation and peace. There are no winners or losers in the game of warfare, only its hopelessly defenseless victims.
Where there are crimes against the natural world and the animal population, let us be a voice to those who have no voice. Let us defend a world unable to defend itself. Let us not just fold our hands and walk away. Let us not fail to acknowledge the problem. by the failure to take affirmative action. Let us not follow in the neglectful footsteps of the current United States' presidential administration, of Donald Trump!
There are so many issues facing the world community, they are not all addressed here!
Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
RoxyLea1954
June 27, 2017
Clamor for food security prevails
midst scarcity of basic necessity
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Though there’s great Source, supplies demand high sales
inequality reigns, buttressed by greed’s certainty
clamor for food security prevails.
Hear the sick in their bad health pity wails
afflicted with insufficiency’s futility
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
While technology upgrades production scales
rice shortage remains a global verity
clamor for food security prevails.
Then population-explosion issue hails
malnutrition problem along infant mortality
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
Let’s reach-out with care, since charity* never fails
trusting God to end this sad reality:
clamor for food security prevails
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.
*1Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth…
April 24, 2021
10th place, "A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM" Villanelle Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/9/2021.
You may have some great ideas,
Feel like changing the world,
You’d like things to run your way
(Wouldn’t it be lovely if your dog’s tail were curled?)
You feel that there’s much, too much, war
And malnutrition and poverty should go.
That the arms race is the bane of mankind,
And streets painted with terrorists’ gore.
You are sad at the pollutionary havoc
That mankind has brought down on its head,
You weep tears for the blighted landscape,
And wish back an Eden instead.
You’d like it if men were one family
Living in harmony and peace,
Striving towards nobler ideals,
Their varying conflicts to cease.
I know we’d all like to play God,
To change things, have powers without limit.
But since we are just playthings and fleeting
We can wish and wish and just dream it.
Form:
Is it simply laziness? The curious ask.
It's more, yet; moral of mind masquerading mask;
Caring one's self less; experts assuredly say,
Moving from moral values, sloth has its shrewd way...!
Does this mean deprivation of one's precious sleep?
Does it mean one's sleeping for promises to keep?
Sloth has its conditions; it's precariousness;
It has its life-sense and multifariousness...!
Is it just mere hormonal dis-integrity?
Or malnutrition and stress-out of poverty?
Is it lack of motive fermenting from within?
Burning-off of potentials and graces grown thin?
Sheepishness of slothfulness took in me form once,
Life mine had taken directions toward great dunce;
Cast in me great sleep; for health and wealth I suffered,
When body not plowed, heart not sown, none gifts offered...!
Life needs great zeal and greatest of enthusiasm,
Slothfulness develops within greatest of spasm;
Faith and trust and hope quit from the path of your life,
Sluggishness and impatience increase your life-strife...!
Cool! Take things easy! Prohibit powerlessness!
You are your very master! Leave all hopelessness!
Courageously focus and perfect your duties,
You will, indeed, find life filled with fullest beauties...!
06 July 2022
Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
A lab mouse grumbles:
“I’m so frustrated! I don’t know why
I have to be confined in this narrow path with high walls on both sides. I’m forced to lick food scraps I find on the pathway to sustain this miserable life,”
at that moment, when the mouse turned his back after failing to find
a way out of the dead-end, an ominous shadow, dressed in a hooded black robe similar to the Grim Leaper, blocked the way.
In the maze no way out, the time feebly mumbling itself
stood aside staring at the mouse always hungry from malnutrition,
and that’s why unable to recall when he was fed; yesterday or today?
A smell of death creeps into the maze where you can only crawl
to move around, no way extended to or from yesterday or tomorrow. Since
the past in the fog is hazy, the future in the fog is hazy, and present in the fog
is hazy, time does not move.
If you are unable to acknowledge yourself, you are not the conscious “I” anymore. The “I” only breathes and moves by instinct no different than an android who moves around without feeling; it doesn’t have the vital warmth of a living being
but reacts only to a programmed sensory mechanism, as such, it’s unable to take responsibility or responsible for its own actions,
that’s why the android doesn’t know the meaning of tears
that are clearer then morning dew or the bitterness of life you have
to swallow with great despondency; that’s why the android doesn’t know where the warm breeze comes from with the flowers in paradise, or why the leaves fall when the roaring wind blows through the field of downfall.
A big hand descending from above grabs the mouse
which is neither living body nor robotic mechanism anymore,
and injects the solution of death; the mouse shook his limbs, agonizing, vomits pieces of torn lungs out from his bleeding mouth, then, alas, becomes lifeless.
SMILING MONSTER
The earth shakes; rivers are drying, air whispering tears;
Trees are afraid of standing outside, as warplanes hovering.
Dead bodies of humans has become sand everywhere,
You kill them; you adopt their children; you advertised innocent children on medias
Calling for money donations, children are crying; women are in sorrow.
Little children are crying; stop using us to beg for donations,
you made us homeless and parentless
What a world of monsters! Caused by greed.
Little children cries on the streets and camps seized sleep out of my eyes,
Going to my comfort bed has become sorrowful,
when I see millions without bed to sleep on, no food to eat
but feeding on flies has become daily diets.
You tear apart our lives; when we didn’t prepared for it.
You are happy; using us to beg for donation and aid;
to show charity and love, which you can’t offer.
Our swelling stomachs, faces, and legs are malnutrition inflicted on us by you
Monsters! Monsters!! Monsters!!! Is what you are.
Little children are crying, crying, crying…..; wanting their voice to be heard.
You stand in front of your co-taskmasters and those alive but not living;
Promising comforts and cares; Which you offered in disguise.
When wars and killings you planned have not stop,
missiles are dropping at our backyards.
Lies hovered on your lips each time you promise peace.
In fears, and in uncertainty, we sleep on dried leaves openly as animals;
Yes! Animals. Your bombing smoked us out of homes into camps
Where you capture us for second slavery.
Which death will I prefer?
Death of chemical weapons, or death of fearful bullets;
Or death of starvation, or death of homelessness or death of joblessness?
I am afraid of the death of slavery imposed on me.
Oh God come and fight for weaponless souls,
Send your arms of justices quickly, else your beautiful earth will be void
Of your image.
-By Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
Virgin Conjuring’s
If I were a virgin I would lock up all the birds and bees
Keep them in little yellow boxes in the attic
And never feed them aphrodisiacs
If I were a virgin like Sir Isaac Newton
I would do something good for humanity
Have an apple fall on me and explain gravity
If I were a virgin I would become a cartoon
Just like Kim Jong-un, of North Korea
And pretend to be human
If I were a virgin in a strange religion
Where sex was a sin and crime all the time
Suicide and lobotomy would be on my mind
If I were a virgin, which I doubt very much
I would probably have to be age four or five
Living on a desert Island with no women by my side
If I were a virgin things would be different
I would suffer from malnutrition
There would be no reason for living
If I were a virgin……..
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