Passion Poverty Poems

Shining Son.
Mum, can you see me?
Can you see what I’ve done?
Do you understand I wouldn’t,
Be here, without you mum.

Dad, are you looking?
Smoking your Player’s fags
Rubbing...

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In these times of plenty 
I see some dreadful scenes,
Yesterday a girl too poor
To have holes in her jeans.
I felt for that lassie
For I know...

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She never got to know SpongeBob,
Or the thrill of Jerry and Tom, 
She never had the fun of quarreling with the maid,
Or hiding the bathing...

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Night catches wing 
flies like dreams 
jumped in shifting revelations 
realities each new hue 
a shade with a difference  
a different order 
of a...

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I’m dumbstruck by the good luck
Of a woodchuck on a spree
The harmony of living well
And laughing heartily 

But still, I often wonder
In a jungle canopy
If...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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I  reflect in simple writing 
that gets the burden off my chest,
you reflect in extraordinary experiences
which on being narrated leave me speechless

I live on...

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I’m about to tell what’s an important story,
Of a singer who is sadly now long gone,
Whose story needs some increased recognition,
He could p’raps be described...

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What opposes enlightenment?

Endarkenment?  
You know, like dusk,
evening,
end of a day
through end of time
on living Earth.

What opposes empowerment?

Disempowerment.

What might oppose Earth's enlightenment
and/or empowerment?

For me
or throughout...

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I hate when he's always away
I hate that he's not home to stay
The slamming  of prison gates
I hate all those fates.
I hate the news...

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Another Fall rolls around
The time of the year
I start getting that tingling feeling
When I get my new families
And plan their Christmas baskets
The more kids the...

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...They were the dedicated leaders who endured gigantic sufferings for this house
Their red waters flourished the freedom we are enjoying today 
They rested for good...

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After Agnes Krampe 

Upon a lone palm,
they build their communal 
nest —determinedly— but pause
to study the berry-hued
cinder blocks of the hillside 
shanty town, short lives...

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I sometimes sit and try to wonder
What life would be like without the thunder.
A challenge comes with each new day
More bad than good I cannot...

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EKE ANSO 

 "jaab thi taab bhi nashe mai tha
  jaab hoo thabbhi nashe mai hoon"


     DUNDANTA HOOYA "EKE ANSO"...

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