Short Handouts Poems

Wrong time, wrong place
once lived through the war 
cast out by his country
he's needed no more 
now living homeless
he sleeps on the streets 
asking for handouts
from people he meets...

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Joe Lunchbucket stands on the bread line
The plant closure left him not one dime
  So handouts he seeks
  Like dogs beg for treats
As senators toast to the good times



Entry for Deborah Guzzi's limerick contest...

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Struggle is a rythme we dance to
Never be a pushover they run through
Rather be a protector they run to

You've got to be strong to move mountains
Be strong enough to worth something
Live will leave no handouts
Better snatch yours and run out....

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Promises, promises, lies
Our youth can't find jobs nearby
No new industries arise
Upon dole handouts rely  


Compose: form 

Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Chastushka Me
Written: August 25, 2014
Rhyme scheme: ABAB...

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She was a single mother of four. She couldn’t take it anymore.
She had no handouts or even an open door. 
As she fought and cried with no one by her side just trying to keep her and her children
alive. Also, trying to tech us how to survive with no friends or family by our side....

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dynamic deliberate Dennis designs delicate dainty dolls
Exasperatingly eccentric extrovert elicits cousin’s calls.
Fabulous forward fashions formulated in front of Niagara Falls.
Generating generous patrons because Dennis has the galls.
Honoring Herbert’s handsome handouts, he lurks in designer halls....

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All I am able to say is “meow meow”.
However, I communicate with humans somehow.
They seem to know everything I say.
Free handouts are what I receive everyday.
I am somebody my keepers never forget.
They give me love and call me their “pet”.
I am so happy I’m not a homeless stray.
With these nice people I want to stay. 
...

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hostility snaps the nerves
taut from life in tiny boxes
your neighbor prances
naked
through the hall
and brags about her fancy men
attracted to her beautiful, black body
they pay
her rent
her groceries
everything she needs
she tramples them
orders them to hand over their wallets
they do
while she sinks into her coffin
of dependence on handouts...

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How Much Longer Will We
Sacrifice JUSTICE for MERCY
With the likes of 
Our Dee Pee Bee's (Domestic Purposes Benefits)
Before we realize it
Undermines OUR morality
Insidiously insinuating itself in
To legislation landscaped unevenly
As if handouts are 'free'.

"Who DECIDES WHO IS NEEDY?"
Should be the question asked.
Why do we ignore
Embedded in the core
The rot mercy masked?...

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black boy hungry
feed black boy crumb 
black boy needs education
black boy dumb
but the black boy
don't need handouts
he wants what he owns
government take and take
but they say 
all black boy do is moans
black boy stolen
black boy broken
but they'll put him on tv 
black boy token
black boy whipped
his black back breakin' 
black boy cries
it's black boy land they're takin'...

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beyond my beautiful reflection there is self
acceptance make it clear for the misconceptions
of the one's who assume from their perception
and make handouts of their rejections.

I know who I am I know where I stand I'm
determined to expand to be in command
it's in my demand I will continue to rise looking
down on the hateful eyes never will I be what
you expected nor am I here to be accepted....

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I fancy a fortnight in prison
I'm sure it would help with my stress
away from the strife and the worry,
away from my life of duress.

I'm not certain how I would get there,
what crime I would have to commit
but knowing how well it would suit me
I'm sure I'd find something to fit.

I dream of the recuparation
no pressure in passing my time
A lifetime of handouts and pleasures,
and all for committing some crime....

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So many points
Breaks you appoint


Notes on a page
Handouts you stage


So many things
Watch curious fling


Vital few stretch
Make time now catch


Poise in stern voice
Odd awkward choice


Heed the plain road
Mind what you load


All in good time
Dying feel rhymes


Rush stress and strain
Mingle more pain


Why all this work
As panic jerks?




Leon Enriquez
07 February 2081
Singapore...

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Gypsies garbed in colorful robes
fortune tellers on the seaside boardwalk
sneers they get from nonbelievers

“Vagrants,” they call tramps
hobos from Hoboken to Alcatraz
quietly passing the bottle to all in the boxcar

don’t confuse thieves with gypsies and tramps
we can say, “No,” to gypsies and refuse handouts to tramps
the desperate who steal find a new home in jail



*Entry for Lisa’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” contest...

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Children enchant the beat
after knocking on doors, looking for handouts, score
       trick or treat.

                             October chill.
Warm village firehouse parade pours
         out thrills —

                                   a fright
       of ghosts; abhors
light.

                   Children enchant the beat.
Warm village firehouse parade pours
       light.

8/25/2020

Mohan Chutani’s Let's Minichu on an innocent childhood memory
(Minichu Form)...

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When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.

Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.

Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.

Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and  generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.

The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.


SATISH VERMA...

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