Flower Poverty Poems

I saw a lady selling flowers
walking along where cars turn left
not much time to make the deal
maybe some folks want them
but they have to turn
or...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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My rose bushes have bloomed
the three I planted last year 
after digging up the dead ones 
that had never thrived there 
though it’s a sunny...

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The tiny seed wasn’t certain it wanted to sprout
It had been through such trauma above the soil
winds buffeting it this way and that 
striking sign...

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Wandering around the earth saying you love me? What do you know of love..,
If I thought you knew anything of love I would've stayed..
yes, there...

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Here We Shall Remain
by Tawfiq Zayyad
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Like twenty impossibilities
in Lydda, Ramla and Galilee ...
here we shall remain.

Like brick walls braced against...

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When I was young, 
I met Mr poverty
He promised me with nothing 
And no any supports could commit 

I grow humbly by the meet
And live...

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Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being...

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Your walk 
Through the wild urban path 
Under lampposts trees.
In vain you travel questioning 
The meanders of your grief.

The slimy paving 
Of a deserted gallery...

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that drawing of a flower
on what was plain concrete
is someone wishing there was life
underneath their feet

and that spray-can painting
of the sunrise on the bridge
is someone's...

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United


Let everybody hold hands and we can build bridges across the horizon.
Let all nations be of equal character and we can stand united as one.
Let...

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Do you know a child
That will get up to play?
What if they died before tonight?
In the third world children are piled,
Thousands of them die every...

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people
around the world starving –
water hyacinths

!2/27/2016...

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How did I get here?
Where was I supposed to go?
I don’t remember the cold
Or the snow.
A gentle woman,
Could be my mother,
Is singing lullabies in my...

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