Funeral Poverty Poems

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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She was found face down beside her bed
dead long before they kicked in the door
of the deteriorating house that reeked
of cat piss that had soaked...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in...

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He was jaded with prostitutes.
The young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature models scored
by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the world-weary
were dull...

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In Truth, He Dies

"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But...

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T’was him I saw the day that precedeth,
The child whose labor eats and hunger beats.
His bony body lays covered by death
Eyes wide open, a vague...

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"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But one day;
the junkie...

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Homegrown deprivation weeds of poverty
taste like grassroot famine
Detroit dark amber alert operatic style ...
Ms. Sing Hope
is an Ursa skydive dirt bier
Purchasing uninsured ash fault grief
from...

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7/19/2019
This darkness is all I know, 
a widow's wardrobe of funeral clothes.
It hangs curtained under my eyes, 
the seed inside me grows allowing the little...

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Billy Smith was poor and it did show
His rich relatives didn't want to know
They had their cars and barbecues
And howled at Billy’s worn out shoes.

Billy...

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I Wish I Could Cry

I just wish I could break down like a rolling stone from the mountain
let it all out, finally be found.

I'm tired...

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Lingering (in foggy haze)

Silhouettes of lost souls

(basket people muttering)

Lingering

(as they always do)

Culture of poverty
holding up signs
will work for food
the barefoot children
HIV and hunger
the powerless mothers...

Lingering

Cult...

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I'm nearing a store.
Has it something for me?
No; I'm nearing the next.
Hoping there's something to see.

I'm nearing a store.
For something that's new.
Fearing the worst.
Hoping for...

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Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to...

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with the tilt of the head,
and a heart so heavy...
he sits on the floor of his home,
thinking every moment about his capital levy...

for there are...

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