Public Corruption
During, prior and passed the handling of homeless surplus, and perhaps it requires the specifics of stating, only homeless surplus, there was no evaporation nor limitation to the law ordering the handling of the homeless installation of surplus housing money, earmarked only for the ability to acquire buildings for the homeless who are landlords in California worth 100's of millions of dollars in every city of California.
No penny may be touched by another in language or otherwise. There will be no lawful adjust of the penny in homeless surplus.
Give me the poverty
that enjoys true wealth
And the joy in believing
— that nothing is free
(Dreamsleep With HDT: September, 2025)
they’ve found it,
the little bastard,
the switch inside us all
that ticks down like a
bomb.
they call it discovery,
a holy grail
in a white lab coat.
the headlines say,
we can stop the body
from rusting,
from falling apart,
from dying.
but don’t get too happy—
it’s not for you,
or me,
or the kid coughing
on a hospital bed,
his mother counting
change in a paper cup
by the soda machine.
the poor won’t see it,
they never do.
the miracle pill,
the nano cure,
the second life—
all locked in a vault
of stock options and patents.
we’ll keep aging
in dirty apartments,
while the rich buy time
like it’s whiskey
at the corner bar.
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
Thank you for your submission
cardboard mattress
concrete box spring
cocooned within the threads of shame
pillow stained
with dried tears of despair
air pockets
hover with a pungent force
that’s the way I remember her bed—
as I walk by.
Some eat Gourmet meals
while many exist from crumbs
that fall from tables.
farms await bony hands of want
land thirsty for full bodied Love
what strength is needed to grow the maize
whilst shadows roam streets in haze
leaves like notes blow across ferocious Falls
how long can darkness juggle its balls
¥
balls of the clown are tired of work
calm Falls continue their crystal splash cries
shadows between trees rustle like hungry
beggars
maize aromas ripe fill air for inhalation
yellow Earth bursts fiery gore
hands of farmworkers touch Lushness of Lore
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Têtes
Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine
HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine
I can’t afford
pride
I’m poorer
than that
I can’t afford
humility
Accomplishment
lacks
I can’t afford
vengeance
All hate
for myself
And least afford
love
Emotion
— unfelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Begin at treason acts of non allegiance
Human Speech
Business license is created to take from human voluntarily
Or otherwise
Advertising is not free speech
Use of surplus against legislation
Fraudulent bypass of poverty laws
Document theft from slaves
Slavery Acts
Calls from the job you needed
Connecting without the shove
Turning down the press
Finishing the letters in the heart shaped box
Quiting going to work
Letting yourself run out of money
Getting yourself back
Collops of fat line the tables of the few,
while the many stretch hands toward empty plates.
Skyscrapers rise in the capital,
yet in the villages, children bend under jerrycans,
walking miles for a sip of muddy water.
The economy grows, they say—
percentages polished and paraded—
but the growth is stored in vaults,
not in classrooms with broken desks,
not in hospitals without medicine,
not in the pockets of the farmer who tills red soil for nothing.
Every election season,
collops of fat are dangled like bait—
T-shirts, soap, envelopes,
promises swollen with grease,
but never nourishment for tomorrow.
The youth, restless, crowd into boda stages,
degrees folded in pockets,
dreams reduced to dust by unemployment.
Markets overflow with speeches,
but not with buyers.
Streets fill with posters,
but not with jobs.
Uganda’s wealth pools in corners,
thick, congealed, unreachable.
The nation limps,
while a few grow heavier, rounder,
their laughter echoing across gated compounds.
Collops of fat—
the evidence of excess,
the proof of imbalance,
the weight carried not by those who eat,
but by those who starve.
Poor old Mickey Mouse
Minnie asking for a house
dreams in the trash
they being short on cash
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I sometimes wonder why we were brought here?
Was it mainly exercising reproductive rights
Or was it to multiply the heads that will continue to endure the never ending pain of living with nothing
Why do we really have to keep going while there’s no way?
Would it not be best to stop?
Forget that, maybe that’s not what we were brought here for
Is it really living while we constantly fight for survival?
While we have to force ourselves to carry on to the next day?
When will it stop?
Maybe when life ends?
Does it really stop?
Does it ever gets better?
I bet not
The cage creaks upward.
The ancient Otis,
ascends slowly from a first floor past.
He dreams on...
Outside the remembered apartment
the fat round nipple of the doorbell
reminds him of her -
Rosy Holroyd,
who once, without being asked,
shoved one of her large **** into his mouth.
He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb,
imagines her undressing,
getting those ample bosoms warmed up.
No response from behind the door!
He feels disorientated and foolish
as the dream once again sinks his hopes.
The cage creaks
as it jolts downward through decades.
Alone in the elevator; gradually awakening,
his lips open and purse
like a lonely goldfish.
“Imagination is the beginning of creation.” Gorge Bernard Shaw
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Imagination
Hosted on the wings of my mind in flight
In a realm where warm welcome whispers rest,
Ever glowing with glossy gleams of light,
At my journey`s end I wish to lie blest,
With a sense of peace hanging in the air,
And with spurs of wild imagination
Carve smooth streams of verses beyond compare,
Painting my feel, my thoughts and my vision
Of a future free from stark poverty,
Shining with the light of fraternity.
Specific Types of Poverty Poems
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