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"Alms, alms, alms...
spare me a piece of bread..
spare me your mercy..."
Wandering solely, all alone
Along the streets, everyone knows
Cartoons and tabloids, he stows
Lights with so little glow
He stood ready to go...
Roaming around from trash bin to bins
Searching, looking for something hot to eat
His eyes fixed and excited
For at last!
He has something to feast: a leftover burger
At once! he took hold; walking happily ahead
Heading to his favorite place: the seaside
There, he sits and quietly eat
Time to time he looks up (innocent eyes)
Beholding, the sun rising in the east
As he remembers how life has been
Three years past when still he has his mom
By his side, hugging him so tight
They had been two helping one other
From first hour of the day 'til night
Poorest of the poor they had been
Yet, so rich with the love and care they have
Until one quiet evening...
A mob came to their place
Taking all what they have
Even her mama's breath of life
He was barely seven then
No father since birth
No found relatives to be with
Now, no mom even to hug and kiss
And his life became a day to day struggle
On his own
All by his own
All by his own to survive
As he finished his breakfast
He went near the sea
Taking some water on his hand
Splashing, cleansing his face
From his plastic taking a pair of worn out clothes
With a smile, he stood ready to face the day
To the mountains of bread and butter, he went
Picking up, cans and plastics to sell
Under the prickly heat of the sun
Amorous smell all around...
He did not care
As he picked up and select
Picked up and select
Picked up and select
Fast as he can
Before others,
Come to pick and select as well
When his sack is filled
Confident enough
He went walking away to sell
Frantic at that day!
He run and run
Then before he knew...
A rushing car hit him hard
Throwing his filth body like a teddy toy
Blood oozing fast from his head
Lying half dead on the street
He heard sirens from somewhere
Voices of persons he did never know...
"Alms, alms, alms..
Spare me a piece of bread...
Spare me your mercy..."
by
olive_eloi
12:41 pm
revised: 03/20/2014
CONTEST: LATEST POEM
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. )
Midsummer vehemence stows heat for later
Solar film ominously watch hot arc
Tilt tracks trajectory, power cater
Stashes post sizzle to supply light dark
Socket slit subservient incubates
Arrow of assurance inserts cable
Voltage their pairing impressive creates
Self derived to electric capable
Autonomy admonished with a switch
Loins bearing in luxury breed evil
Informed about squalid impoverished
Ignore affluent vantage for reprieval
Overloaded homes groan under panels
Tainted rich roads tune rigid channels
16th January
Wealth rotten wattage
Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel
Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two tatooed with burgundy stripes
From lettuce pincushion, stigma begins
Sunray stamen sprawl in honey encomber
Moonstone luminous stems prop soft discs
Trajectory of butterfly nimbly discovers
Floating foliage furtively stows gifts
Dragon green bud shyly pokes firey tongue
Slender tailed specimen, paisley tadpoles
Wrinkled brain seed pod trio, stem strung
drop to dappled damp below leaf parasols
Peppery nutrients for permaculture novice
Exolosion rockets across neglected plots
Blue hued leaves store vitamins various
Simmering subdues mustard sting hot
Cultivator pleased by brazen ease of transplant
Straight on dirt section masts round flags raised
Twine's gems invite insect activity, gaity radiant
Vein laced faces sway atop secret paper blaze
26th July 2020
Written for Contest: 'Petal, buds, blossomd, bees,
birds, butterflies!'
Sponsored by:
Silent One
Historically the books are written by a well-known writer
The characters are formed to choose the sense of flight or fighter
The library of the mind stows away the facts from the fiction
The sequence of events unfold, memorised with restriction
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by
The imagery of barricades in a crowded stark front room
Foreboding silence and tension create a sense of doom
In the old terraced house, there’s a closure of ranks
As the fighter steps forward and the other flanks
The pushing and shoving in the silent stark room
The circle decreases and a flash warps the plume
The memories jagged as they cut like a knife
As she’s hit by the boxer and fights for her life
The dry autumnal street carpets red and gold
The crunch of the leaves cushioned the blow
The flash of the memory vivid and sharp
Innocence held with such disregard
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by
We worship thee of glass and light
A flawless surface, polished and bright
Reflecting back at us like a beautiful lie
The truth trapped inside with nowhere to hide
Its flat surface holds so much power
We come back for answers within the hour
Designed for praise yet it stows defeat
The tears in our eyes, our own receipts
We seek validation through a shiny metal
Our pride as delicate as a flower’s petal
Between the reflection of a digital screen
Or the silver metal that reflects us so clean
It’s time to pick up the hammer and say
‘I hate how I see me, this isn’t the way’
Deliver the blow, witness it’s final days
Cuz each day you don’t, the stakes will be raised
So always remember that breaking the glass
Is the best way in life to stop being harassed
By your own insecurities, don’t ever let them show
Because you’re more beautiful than you already know
I've many times wished to see into the souls of an LA swat team.
When trigger after trigger spells the end of mother's nurse dreams.
And lives of light scatter.
I too have wished to see the inner spirits of such soldiers that could kill their
mirror likeness for a South African Banker.
That could kiss the face of Jeus for thirty pieces of God.
That could sit on the supreme court of this United States, look God right in the
eye, and vote against a brother gettin' a chance.
That could take a woman by the hair, rip off her pants, and prove his slave
owning manhood through the savage theft of innocence.
See, I've many times wished to see into the souls of an LA swat team that can
look growing hopes in the face and squeeze them life less.
I've stared, horrified, into my own cowardice and insecurity.
I can empathize with the souls of gangsters, I see what demons bask in the glory
of brethren.
What security is payment enough to suck freedom so far from the reach of God's
children.
People always talk about bleeding hearts.
But I wish that maybe instead of having revivals with step-stows that Christain
ministries would go to LAS put the cross in front of a Swat Team and ask them
why?
Do you take such pleasure in clasping shackles on your brethren.
And when the guns dropped, tears began to flow, and numbed spirits began to
sing their sorrows of blind obedience.
We could once again lock hands and tell whatever thief sits behind the 35 story
buildings, the world-wide financial network, virtual emotion a,d Fox Television to
go back to hell, cause we ain't buyin it!!
Deer Colette,
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Win he was younger he wanted two bee a male man, is that steel sew?
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Anyway, Uncle Gem, Ant Lisa an the kids or driving down two day. He tolled me it takes ate ours, but heel bee hear inn fore. He said he was filling week a few days ago, but knot anymore. He’s much better, sew that’s good two here.
Wee wheel meat them at the maul later. Eye do knot have thyme two waist. Can u bee leave inn a few daze it wheel bee Christmas? Eye knead two get sum shopping dun an out the weigh two day. The stows better have sum good sails, bee cause eye want two bye my gifts an rap them up quickly without any won seeing, witch wood bee impossible two dew bee cause nosey Lilly is coming with us.
Win u get hear, u gotta get inn that kitchen an cook. Yeah, eye steel remember u maid that apple pi. O, it was sew good. Eye took the biggest peace. Eye wood have eight the hole thing if it wasn’t for Johnny, lol.
Colette, eye was thinking, next year eye want two take a crews. Eye want two travel the whirl. Eye all wazes say it, but never due it. Eye scene a grate deel on this web sight. U no sum web sights lye, sew eye hope the price is what it says. Eye wood love four u two come with me. Let me no what u think.
Well cousin, its knight thyme inn eye have two get up early, have a safe flight. Aisle sea u soon.
Love u four ever,
Emily
O children how beautiful the sea
with its white foam clouds,
its turquoise blooms,
its kiddish push’n pull,
its whirlpool, its briny drink…
salt like liquor — be careful of
where the sun beats you red.
…the brothel of the sea
don’t look for its meaning
…just mind me - stay away from
sirens and ethereal rocks.
O children take your pails
build your fairy castles,
fill your moats, until
it gets dark…when crabs
cut loose from the sand
and gigantic jaws comb the surf.
take your boats in hand,
wear your orange vest
in daylight, where the blue
kicks your boat playfully,
and like a friend, the waves shake
the hands of your oars.
be wary of shadows prevailing
upon the tendril waves, creeping,
daring to persuade you out
…just a little further…turns you about -
stows away the bread and buttery sun.
Sleep soundly in your cave,
under your sea-scented quilt.
remember mama always told you
…don’t turn your back on the deep.
3/4/2022
WINNING THE WAR
In tough action of war crawls the soldier
across the thorny ground riddled with mine,
charges with loaded gun on the shoulder,
revenge and rage in mind sorely combine.
Facing risk of dying any instant
flash of the face of his little daughter
he sees smile in his emotion dormant,
he stows for his mission is to slaughter.
His task is to kill enemy at sight
with hands that fondly caressed the daughter.
Fear of death is killed by the spur to fight,
to live for her, it’s not time to falter.
Become a bold soldier, fight without fear
you’ll live for the loved ones winning the war.
January 8, 2019.
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