Brooke: my licorice baby.
Fire in those eyes and caramel hair.
Death has done us part.
So sad. The face
Glows.
With Radiation and Malnutrition, with
Gluttony and Pride
My Deus Ex Machina
My bloody sunrise
My darling butterfly
My river of mysterious red liquid.
Oh,
Brookie: my anti-husk
An eyed individual with
Dark hairs around the eyes
And a nose that carries immense weight.
Lightest skin
Most wonderful to be inside.
I want your hair in my mouth.
Consider the pigeon
It’s been itchin’
for a smidgen
of recognition
So it started
a bird-feed kitchen
That no bird die
of malnutrition
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my eyes are dried out,
not a single tear dares to come out,
my body aches from malnutrition even though it doesn’t seem that way,
my anger bottles up deeper within me,
my emotions taking over,
and my love for someone making it harder for me to breathe,
my mother surviving on her last thread,
my sister finally being herself,
i feel as a proud mom watching her daughter promote,
but soon it’s going to come to an end
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.
lo frost bite bitter
so cold you freeze the hearts blood
dried broken bitter
~
skins malnutrition
de-hydration frozen tongue
on the fence post iced
God’s hell fire for weevil
Like his final for the Devil,
For the weevil is equally evil
To our rice never civil
And to its consumers a rival
Always some marvel
How it ends its travel
In the sealed bags it quarters
And the grain of rice it scatters!
I grant the weevil is insect
But why every grain dissect
And its wholesomeness affect?
Yes, not by a little real
The weevil cherishes cereal
But is it the wisdom of Daniel
And is it conceivably ideal
That holes it punctures in a nutrition
For consumers reserving malnutrition.
It is the cause of all acts of terrorism,
including but not limited to suicide bombings.
It is the cause of most crimes running rampant in all nations,
including but not limited to child exploitation,
human trafficking, mostly women,
but generally both male and female when trafficking children.
It is responsible for all the wars throughout the world presently exploding,
making more richer and more powerful CEOs of war profiteering corporations,
including but not limited to all the corrupt politicians,
and lawyers and so called "Honest" businessmen.
It is responsible for all who have ever been,
poverty stricken, starving and dying from malnutrition.
Without the need for money all of the above would no longer exist.
If we are to evolve for the better, society must go moneyless,
with a new set of values also established,
that isn't motivated by greed or monetary profit.
I'll say it again like I've said it before,
"Money must one day go the way of the dinosaur,
or it will be the cause of all of our peril for sure."
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.
Child
Cries for
Lack of food
Mother helpless
Tears roll down her cheeks heart full of sorrow
Can you hear his shrill cry from the far end
Scrawny and lean
There he stand
Famished
Solo
Date of submission: 17/04/2021
Title chosen: A Far Cry
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The north wind blew and we were home
in front of a roaring fire amid perfumes
of plum puddings, pies of spicy mince,
fruit cakes, marshmallows and eggnog.
All around the warm sitting room
colorful balloons, tinsel, and ribbons
lighted our house with joy,
trees blinked their softened lights
as we munched hot chestnuts
and drank sweet punch and cognac.
The south wind blew hot and humid.
The earth was arid and unproductive.
Children crawled on thin emaciated legs
bellies rumbling with hunger
and mouth parched with lack of dew.
Blow oh north wind, for we are safe,
Who cares what happens in other spheres?
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At least go everyday to this site and click on the help food program button. It will cost you nothing.
The Hunger Site .
You can tie my eyes
You can tie my lips
Tie my hands and legs
Block my tiny ears
But how do you tie my Destiny
Block the blows to my tiny body
World of wonder, where are you
Where skies are dark with smoke
Food and water scarce
Malnutrition staring, in my face
Staring into deaths eyes
How do you tie my heart
Our little souls now in abyss
Angels on mighty wings
Creator of smiles, have a heart
Devils have a sense of humor too
Come uplift us, we are part
Of this beautiful human race.
Yemen is facing the largest humanitarian crisis
in the world
And children are being robbed of their futures.
Twelve million children are suffering, maimed
and killed in conflict.Tens of thousands more
could develop life threatening severe acute
malnutrition over the next six months
and under 5years of age a staggering 2.4 million.
Covid-19 has added to the suffering with
sanitation and clean water in short supply.
Civil War started on 27
January 2011, ongoing till now.
Dated 20.09.2020. Written For ( William Kekaula )
Lucky are those,
Who have food to eat.
Some people on planet,
Don't even have teeth.
Disasters over disasters,
Because we don't take care of it.
I'm scared someday,
We would fall in a large pit.
Some don't have roof over,
Some don't have clothes to wear.
It's a matter of concern that,
It would be destroyed if we didn't care.
We have everything,
Food to eat and a belly to store.
We should think of poverty,
But we always run for more-n-more.
We eat and waste,
And never think of others.
We should be thankful,
Because some don't even have a mother.
When we feel like not to eat,
And a lot of tantrums with the food.
While some don't have anything,
To make their family feel good.
People die of starvation,
Malnutrition is the biggest cause.
We should feel calm at least we have a belly,
So that these things do not give us a pause.
What others dream off,
We live it.
God has given us this,
So that we can help a crying kid.
A part of me is weeping, and my soul lies bare
in the center of the rock as my tears falls in
The body of water that flows down the river bed
I stood still in the middle of the night
unable to close my eye, is there something that I cannot
See, I lie there and listen to the spirit calling out to me
Only if I could catch a nap, I would be perfect with that
but there was no more tears left in the air to minister
To my growing despair.I could feel my knees shaking
As my spirit garnished courage to keep the life line
going, I could feel the flesh peeling away from my leg bones
and the bones protuding from my hands with vains as
big as a man.I felt no pain,I felt no shame
but ten months of malnutrition has left my
body dry and my spirit soaring in the sky
I am contented with heavens in my hand
And when the night is done the journey will be done
This is the final tear and I have nothing more to fear.
When all the sick
Are put to rest
Train station
And plague ships
Are empty
Retributions are fought
And paid
Nature
Again
Forced from towns
Highways and byways
Rumble and hum
To the movement of mode
Again
White trails
Crisscross the sky
Will it really
Be the same
People can’t blame
Their Gods
Just there wicked
And unhygienic ways
Will malnutrition
Poverty and hunger
Mate
To birth war
And hate
Will the little
Privacy that’s left
Be taken
Stolen
Without consent
Will social capitalism
Be the new bent
Social worth
Based on a social score
The one truth
(Am already behind the eight ball)
Will persecution
Again flourish
Targeting
The Blacks
The Jews
The foreigner
Beggars, pilgrims
Disabled
Women
Will Art
Turn black
With pessimism
And a dance of death
A return of Gothic
And Gargoyles
To accelerate
The wrath
Of Gods
Life
Won’t be the same
What was
Is gone
The flux
Of our existence
Replaced with
What’s to come
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