Short Destitution Poems
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Kindness
Love imbued with real kindness...banish destitution and dire sadness
Penned:
06/10/2021
3:45 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Famine, starvation,
Misery, segregation,
Poverty, destitution,
Drought, pollution,
Want, undernutrition,
Loneliness, exclusion,
Hope, delusion,
Love, illusion.
I do not love you,
For your eyes are spiteful, too.
I do not love you,
Your eyes are revolving lasers of ugliness and destitution.
Though why the desire to smite me,
O, brave ones,
Why the desire to smite me?
Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity lies
with the truth ill begotten
Direction a ruse
in misguided fruition
As searchers take flight
— in their new destitution
(The New Room: January, 2025)
POVERTY
penurious, needy
beggaring, needing, suffering
destitution, indigence; affluence, riches
well-being, succeeding, thriving
successful, robust
PROSPERITY
written January 17, 2022
Home is not a safe place
People die at home
Trapped under books and papers,
Carriers of culture, which
Should be there to save you
Yet, beguiling blindly,
The termites of destitution
Bore into the substance
Which crumbles gently
And lets you down at last
A New Year's Resolution..
is to come
to a solution
to stop destitution
and pollution..
A New Year's Resolution..
for the mind
and institution
for the wrong
make restitution
to give love
a distribution..
A new constitution..
A New Year's Resolution.
D.C. 12/18/15
If you find love give love
If you find hate give love
If you find nothing give love
Loving mind, loving wisdom
Loving knowledge, loving intuition
Loving introspection
It's an eternal powerful conscience
Conscientious humanity can give generously even in destitution
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds
Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment
Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards
Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat
Optimistic
Being alive is war
We often pray not to die young
Yet battle up battle
We live our lives in destitution
We stretch arm to feed
Yet we are part of the globe
We unable to sleep
In warm of our love ones
We sleep where we are after the day roughen
A terrible life indeed
We accept our destiny
With optimism for a better future
It must've been when driving by the evening sun
Its godlike brilliance blasting through the clouds
Cutting the sky apart with rays of light
I loved it
And maybe it loved me
Maybe something so beautiful
Finds sad and broken things to be beautiful in turn
Maybe it gave me something
A bit of its glow
Now carrying my silent destitution
Simple, stripped, and clear
I'm glowing
In the gaiety of poverty
I’m happy as you please
paying my rent
with drunken smiles
celebrating my choice
of subsidized afflictions
Its not me you see
clothed in the sun
bleeding thoughts of glory
toiling
amongst the colorful dead
I sweat black earth
share scars with straw hats
whisper intimacies into
restless pools of light
as green bananas
fall from the heavens.
Like a supernova my dreams were shattered
Lost in a nebulae of desolation,
I wept,
Maker of the universe!
Why have thou forsaken me?
Now I roam about the cosmic,
Wondering in destitution,
No place to call home,
Draw me back with your energy,
Your unfailing cosmic powers,
So I can return to you,
Illuminate thy cosmic pathway,
So I can come back to you,
Restore me, my most cherished possession,
My psychic ability,
O master of the Universe.
Into the depths of my soul
I listen for my answer
to this heart wrenching war
slowly killing me like a cancer
out of the resonance of my thoughts
I plead to my father
for guidance from my grief
a solution for my bothers
through the mar of my heart
I pray for absolution
for strength to face my hardships
to escape from destitution
and in my heart and soul and mind
I know his answer I'll hear
for he has never left my side
though pain nor grief nor fear
The roof has borne its share
Of winter's chill, summer's heat,
Of storms and rains,
The wood consumed by termites,
Spiders weaving webs throughout the home.
Ants have claimed the very foundation,
Young rats, in ruinous floods.
The people, they were scorched
By literal fires, or by a hidden agony
Hoarded deep within their hearts.
They became exiles,
Driven by a neighbor's torment,
Or by utter destitution,
Or by the callous neglect of their own kin.
Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of the ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to the black,
Livelihood to the white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burg called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores
and destitution oozes from the pores of us junkies
johns
and drunken few
and what are we all trying to do'
just pay our due baby,
JUST PAY OUR DUE
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