Overcrowded Poems

Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.

Freedom's Fragile Chains

Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?

Ronald Reagan building

Busy underground 
food courts overcrowded lines 
visit to DC

Share With Me

Why are you alone?
Fear of company
In an overcrowded world
Is true loneliness
Could I please walk with you?

Where are you going?
You look as cold as I once was
From the indifference of others
We could warm each other
If we walk together

What are those scars on your soul?
They look like the scars I received
From those who uncaringly hurt
Together we can share
And begin healing

Why do you look so hungry?
You seem as starving
As I once was for love
I will gladly share 
My heart with you

What will you choose?
We can warm each other
Hold each other up
Share our burdens
Or you can walk away

Promised Land

I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.

Abandoned

ABANDONED

Standing here by the empty dock
Cruise ship sailed, maybe an hour ago
I readily admit that I was a little late 
But I somehow knew it wouldn’t wait
The correct berth the cab didn’t know
And without my stuff, it’s six o’clock

At least I still have some local money
But the local language I do not speak
North African with French affectation
Some pidgin English is an aberration
By late tonight I will feel quite weak
So, finding a hotel won’t be funny

My passport at least shows my name
But here at night I don’t feel too safe
Find a telephone, make a call for aid
But no connecting flights, I’m afraid
I must appear as some helpless waif
At least I’ll make an insurance claim

But no easy solution comes to mind
Maybe hire a boat to the next port
If the cash I have will cover the cost
Without transport I am certainly lost
No card payments, I’d have thought
I’ll wander a bit and see what I find

While it was dark in the early hours
I paid a guy for me to cross the strait
On an overcrowded migrant dinghy
Like the silent rest, I was also clingy
Gibraltar was at least a British state
Not Spanish, and definitely ours

Self Healing

Like a fountain of gaseous magma,
My heart pours out grief daily,
This pain hits differently,
Crumbling the four walls of my heart,
I've bottled up this fumes unsuccessfully,
Believing grown men don't cry,
Now my eyes are saturated from within,
Drowning every courage I have gathered.

I'm quick to tears each time I try to speak,
I hold back the words and my heart sinks,
Like a small canoe in the stormy seas,
Navigating stubbornly against the tides,
Gulp after gulp, I'm swallowing my voice,
This salty water leaves my tongue afloat,
Mumbling gibberishly upon deaf ears,
With pitied eyes searching for the shore.

Settled on this island of vulnerability,
I'm scribbling out the words from my heart,
The words my mouth have failed to speak,
The words that have overcrowded my mind,
Freeing up my burdens expressing my pains
Searching for the light within my darkness,
Finding strength in my own weaknesses,
Swallowing the bitter pills of self healing.

Copyright (C) 2023 - Sir D'Champ's Poetry.

Australia's Shame

Overcrowded housing 
Homeless people on the street,
Below the line of poverty
Through the freeze and heat.
Whilst others are suppressed
With hope not found as yet,
Within the lucky country
Where most are all in debt.
Diseases and sicknesses 
Stress from being poor,
Elders sleeping rough and scared
Frightened to their core!
Equality will never be
when equity unknown,
Hence I'm ashamed to call this place
Australia my home.

Forced Population

In these days and times
Women are not having 
Large family's anymore because
They can't raise their kids properly
Without constant interference
From the laws and unfair rules
As a parent you love your kids
And some are a holy terror
But still why would any person
Go back in time and change
A fifty-year-old law that was
Place there for a valid reason
Like some human's lack of control
Some fathers, date rape drugs etc.,
Taking away a women's right to
Have control of her life, body and future
Is it just to build up the population?
What happen to free will or 
A person's constitutional rights
In the end, It'll be more deaths
Child abuse, overcrowded foster homes
Look at some adults today, it makes
You wonder

Once Upon a Time On a Day Unlike Any Other

the sun bakes me
there is no shade in sight
time is going by very slowly
all i have in my name is me
the insects hunting in the grass and in the air are better off than me
there are no hiding places anymore
nevertheless i find a corner to myself in this overcrowded world

the rain awakes me
there is no shelter to remedy my plight
my inner feelings are very lowly
all i have in my name is me
the overpopulated squirrels and the stray cats roaming are better off than me
there are no friendly faces anymore
nevertheless i find a small crevice to myself where i can become dry and unfurled

Windy Afternoon

windy afternoon
   in overcrowded garden
      colors sway brightly

Two Sparrows

predictable pairing
        like plans and lovers
two sparrows fly, flirt
wing beats hyped
          to dull the scent of overcrowded news
in spring air, grinning

scrappy species
two birds that pitch and swoop
                  an operatic flow
their sheen of relatability
                   braided together
a courtship gallantry
                   in circled bolts

when two birds fly about you
            suspenseful joy
like an untroubled sigh
             re-directing thought
             seasonal movement
             a flight of promise
                           that opens to the sky

A Nativity Scene

The sinking sun left hurriedly from Bethlehem,
Leaving a dark chilly sky without any clouds
The town was overcrowded with many people,
The smell of sweat reeked every where, no place to wash.

Late at night two figures limped into town dead tired.
The woman felt the pain for birth was immanent.
The husband knocked door after door but all was full.
No one was sorry for them and preferred to sleep.

Swiftly a star appeared and shone on a stable.
The woman riding a donkey sought refuge there.
The old man scattered clean fresh straw for the maiden,
And whist the man sought food and drink, she birthed a child.

The breath of a cow and donkey kept the babe warm.
Angels led startled shepherds to adore the child
Hosanna, sang from above heavenly music.
He was the King of Kings. born to save all the world.


31 December 2021

An Invisible Lock

Life is not that easy
As though an invisible lock
Has locked you up in an overcrowded jail
You have to live
Against the eyes of the public
To the expectations of the public
Against the wrong concepts of the public
To the judgement of the public
Against the gossips of the public
To the rumours of the public
There is little choice
Either
Retreat to a corner
Observe and isolate yourself
Hold strongly to your stand
Or
Join and become one of the member
Busy gossiping one another
There is no key to this rusty lock
Except ignorance or tolerance 
As much as you can

Superstar

Orange megastar of rosy early morning skies,
Richer than all of the others' remote sparkling,
Powerful, charming and extremely charismatic,
Drawing all of nature, and the beautiful people.
Sunset stunner, captivating the adoring press,
Though black space is your permanent address!
A reclusive eccentric superstar, and so creative,
For the summertime is overcrowded with blooms.
And during nights, you lend light to pale moon!
Super rich and possessing the gold Midas touch,
The gazes of red sunflowers are on you all day!

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