Money has a delightful scent, one with the power to smother the stench of misery before death comes to extinguish its power altogether.
To be poor is an unbearable nightmare when one knows exactly what it would take to escape the humiliations of overcrowded living and deprivation.
Truth prostitutes itself on the crumbling sidewalks of falsehood whenever money sheds its impurities.
Money brings happiness; only the rich, showering beneath the fountains of opulence, claim otherwise.
I know what it is like to rummage through the trash bins of precarity in order to survive the violence of a nightmarish daily existence.
To remain dignified in a reality chained to perpetual lack is a penance that resembles the calamities of hell.
Misty
I have a couple invitations
To the same old soirée
Would you believe me if I said
It’s not until May
But I’m already planning
On drifting far away
I’m like mist, simply moonkissed, Irish goodbyeing my way around the world
I’m like mist, I won’t be missed, saving my time for an empty guest list
I’m like mist
345, I’ve never felt so alive
Walk right through me, Idon’t mind truly
There but not really, no impact if I fall
Wouldn’t have the gall to step out of place or show my face in this awful overcrowded place
I’m like mist, simply moonkissed,Irish goodbyeing my way around the world
I’m like mist, I won’t be missed, saving my time for an empty guest list
Im like mist
My own bliss
Right here
Staying near
To no one
Is my own kind of fun
Making a list
Of everyone
Who will notice
Checking it once
Checking twice
Have to be concise
For fear of stumbling
Misty misty
They won’t miss me miss me
In their dreams their dreams
Maybe tomorrow
But we all know
I’m like mist, simply moonkissed,Irish goodbyeing my way around the world
I’m like mist, I won’t be missed, saving my time for an empty guest list
Im like mist mist
I sit watching the news
with tea in hand.
Surplus food. And I despair.
Man-made hunger: ribs like xylophones, crushed.
Reaching for food, they are fed bullets.
A child, just looking for bread.
Warnings that neither warn nor miss.
A kilo of flour costs a life.
Doctors die—from hunger, or from trying to feed it.
Humanity: misplaced.
This is what grief has carved into the world.
Overcrowded. Airless. No refuge.
Aid centres that don’t aid.
The dead don’t get labelled.
Food rots at the border while the world watches.
Months of meals sit still.
A ceasefire whispers.
A spine: a skeleton curled like a fetus.
Mother made family made famine.
Hate is inherited, spoon-fed to children with dust and grief.
And I sip my tea.
It tastes like shame.
But hunger is louder—
and one voice raised
might ignite others.
I sit watching the news
with tea in hand.
Surplus food.
And I despair.
Man-made hunger:
ribs like xylophones, crushed.
Reaching for food,
they are fed bullets.
A child, just looking for bread.
Warnings that neither warn nor miss.
A kilo of flour costs a life.
Doctors die—
from hunger,
or from trying to feed it.
Humanity: misplaced.
This is what grief
has carved into the world.
Overcrowded.
Airless.
No refuge.
Aid centres that don’t aid.
The dead don’t get labelled.
Food rots at the border
while the world watches.
Months of meals sit still.
A ceasefire whispers.
A spine:
a skeleton curled like a fetus.
Mother made family made famine.
Hate is inherited,
spoon-fed to children
with dust and grief.
And I sip my tea.
It tastes like shame.
But hunger is louder—
and one voice raised
might ignite others.
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.
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?
Busy underground
food courts overcrowded lines
visit to DC
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
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
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
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.
Global warming leads to climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.
Pollution and deforestation;
now affect every single nation.
Feels like the planet's overcrowded;
people are scared; their judgment clouded.
Xenophobia is on the rise;
as folks harbor hatred in their eyes.
Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats in a cage.
Passive-aggressive is the new fad;
dealing with cell phone Karens; how sad.
Free speech fuels the spreading of hate;
condoning violence as of late.
And yet, we cannot abandon hope,
we'll get past this; we'll find ways to cope.
We are the masters of our domain,
given free will; we will not choose pain.
I pray that democracy survives
intact: outside library archives.
We may well wish we had it someday,
then realize: we gave it away.
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.
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
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
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