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The Same As I
i get so tired
of writing poems
about suffering....
but everywhere i look,
all around me,
people are hurting....
and try as i might,
i cant close my eyes,
cant shut my ears up
to the sounds of need and want.
and i cannot be silent
as long as there's one person
who is not free,
one person whose rights
have been violated....
one person who is hungry,
one person who is homeless,
one person sick who cannot
get medical care....
one person abused, enslaved,
or treated like property...
i cannot, and i will not stop,
for they are the same
as i... i see their faces
every time i look in the mirror!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pounding
pounding, pounding nails,
pounding heartbeats, pounding feet.
pounding voices, pounding anger,
pounding need, pounding greed.
hungry, hungry eyes,
hungry souls, hungry holes.
hungry children, hungry countries,
hungry hands, hungry man.
throbbing, throbbing blood,
throbbing dreams, throbbing schemes.
throbbing ideas, throbbing hatred,
throbbing inside, throbbing cant hide.
touching, touching hearts,
touching true, touching you.
touching forbidden, touching daring,
touching color, touching wonder.
pounding, pounding nails...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 18
Ten men eat at a table but two dogs will contend for one piece of carrion. A greedy person will still be hungry with the whole world, whilst a contented man will be satisfied with one bread. Wise men have said that poverty with content is better than wealth and not abundance.
Narrow intestines may be filled with dry bread
But the wealth of the surface of the world will not fill a greedy eye.
When the term of my father’s life had come to an end
He gave me this one advice and passed away:
Lust is fire, abstain therefrom,
Make not the fire of hell sharp for thee.
In that fire the burning thou wilt not be able to bear,
Quench this fire with water today.
A Poem For You
in the rush hours of my life
those times when breakfast is even set aside
or prayers reset
or as he said it once
when dreams
some too personal dreams are deferred
because of a very important matter
concerning the usual
bread and butter
when the stars are not seen
or they exist not at all
on evenings which are cold and
when our bodies are
too tired
no mistake about it
i always take time to scribble some notes
unhampered by style
or what ever they say after
this poem
for instance
a blank page so hungry
that i stop
and bend
just to feed it with some
words to
munch
so here is it. Feel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Only Poem Of a Hungry Man
THE ONLY POEM OF A HUNGRY MAN
The only Poem of a hungry Man
Is Food.
Even our words
Need to be sustained
By what Earth and its cultivators give
No Bread No Iambs either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I had been hungry all the years
I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Learned... This Hunger and Thirst
one who sleeps on the floor
cannot fall,
in the morning one wakes up
with thirst, the one
that even you drinking
water and wine
in dreams
never gets satisfied, there is
this hunger that continues
to be hungry, that no
bread in breakfast
or bacon or scrambled egg
can satiate,
there is this soul that you cannot
touch, but
gives you that feeling of you being here
and yet not really here
as though your one foot is in the ocean
and the other
is on the mountain trail
always looking for the
right way to finally find what you are really seeking...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The temptations
When He was hungry in the desert
and Satan appeared to Him,
tempted Him to turn the rocks into loaves of bread,
the light of God shone over Him
and along with that demon
every hungry person talked and that wish
He wanted to fulfil but the word of God
was in His heart lying there without being bordered in.
When the world, the city lay beneath His feet
the demon said
that He must fall from the height
to express God’s power
but He did not want to tempt God
for that great liar
and He knew in His heart that God is His Father,
even in times of pain and amuck.
When He stood on the peak of a very high mountain
the wide world was lying beneath
and momentarily it would be His
if He bended His knees before the devil
but Christ knew that He had to suffer,
that He could not escape the crucifixion,
that man must only bend his knees before the almighty God
and told the devil to be gone.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Zoo
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
The job is done and I go out
Another boring day
I leave it all behind me now
So many worlds away
I meet my girl, shes dressed to kill
And all we gonna do
Is walk around to catch the thrill
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
Enjoy the zoo
And walk down 42nd street
You wanna be excited too
And you will feel the heat
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
song performed by by Scorpions
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Bread Hair
Im a wigged-out daddy with bread on top
I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop
If you love me, you neednt the whole wheat crop
cause they had a useless battle andll never stop
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Im a pumpernickel-do for you, dough you do
Use a yarmulka of hallah bread if youre a jew
I belong to cayope*, I be the wheat for you
Yeast and flour, bake an hour, its annoying shampoo
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Drivin all my hope away
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Thats a gone rug, buddy
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Bread is wiser
Butter is richer than bread
But can’t replace bread.
But butter is better with bread
For which is not sad the bread.
Wives are not wiser than bread.
05.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nowhere To Hide
You might not understand the way I write because I write for me
This is my selfish exploit, my medicine, for the acid-
This is how I choose to drown my sorrows, I hid them, quid
In a sea of deeper sorrow, that goes deeper still... can't you see
Sorrow for sorrow, can't you see, this my strategy
To chasten the pain with an ever greater pain
To drive out the darkness by further causing all light to wain
To float in a sea of all I truly am
For surely this, this really is me, All I am, All I can
Muster is my fake face, but the monster
Dripping in darkness and blood, he lurks just under that mask
I know him, he is not gone, and he is hungry
Hungry, hungry, hungry, always inside
Hungry, hungry, hungry, left with nowhere to hide
Hungry, hungry, hungry, waiting to devour
This very hour I realize I've always been running
But I get nowhere, because I am already nowhere
And nowhere is certainly no place to hide.
poem by David Knox
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It's not only imagination, it's the distortion of the vision. You suddenly think, This person is idealistic, this person is strong, this person has dreams, when you know better most of the time. You put what you want to see on people.
quote by Olivier Martinez
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I Guess You Can Say That I Am Hungry
I GUESS now that i have packed my bags
finally deciding to take this break away from you
for some other place that you need not know
for someone that may show
the care that i need
the love that i badly wish for
I GUESS you can say that i am hungry not for bread
or pasta or steak or
sex,
I AM HUNGRY FOR SOMETHING else
for words for some healthy conversations
for laughter
for silly talks we use to indulge before
for some lighter things,
for anything goes,
i need to loaf i need to float i have been anchored that long
i sense there is something wrong
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hungry For Love
(coverdale)
I keep hangin on the promise of love
Your eyes tell me that Im gonna see
I feel the hunger like a starving man
Honey, when you stand close to me
I start to shiver, I start to shake,
Chills up an down my spine,
Im in the mood for action
In need of satisfaction,
Babe, Im gonna make you mine
Now I believe in you,
An everything that you do
cos Im hungry for love,
Im hungry for love, Im hungry for love,
I cant get enough, I cant get enough, I cant get enough
Ive got the weakness of an ordinary man
I need the comfort of womanly mind,
But, I get nervous when I think about
So many women an so little time
But, I believe in you,
An everything you do
cos Im hungry for love,
Im hungry for love, Im hungry for love,
I cant get enough, I cant get enough, I cant get enough
I start to shiver, I start to shake,
Chills up an down my spine,
I get so nervous when I think about
So many women an not enough time
But, I believe in you,
An everything that you do
cos Im hungry for love,
Im hungry for love, Im hungry for love,
I cant get enough, I cant get enough, I cant get enough
Im hungry for love, Im hungry for love, Im hungry for love,
I cant get enough, I cant get enough, I cant get enough,
I cant get enough, I cant get enough, I cant get enough
Im hungry for love...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Crying For Bread
"Please, lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing;
The suit fits you splendidly--that you'll allow.
Oh! don't say tomorrow! I see you are going;
But this will not hinder long--please pay me now.
Ma work'd all night for you! ev'ry minute;
Now she lies groaning with pain in her head;
And there by the pantry (with not a thing in it),
Sits poor little Theodore crying for bread!
Poor little Theodore crying for bread!"
"On! driver, on! they have all gone before us,
And I will not be late at the ball," Beauty said;
And wintry winds echoed her answer in chorus
With poor little Theodore crying for bread!
Poor little Theodore crying for bread!
"Please lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing;
I'll run and get change for you. Don't call me bold--
But how could you dance tonight all the time knowing
That we were left suffering, hungry and cold?
Ma looks so wild! she keeps calling for Daisy;
That was the name of my sister that's dead.
Oh! what shall I do, with my Ma going crazy,
And poor little Theodore cryiing for bread?
Poor little Theodore crying for bread!"
"Please lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing;
She must have some medicine--that let me buy.
Now, don't speak of beggars! 'tis money you're owing:
Do please, pay me part of it--else we must die."
On the wheels roll'd, and Fidele returned weeping;
Ah! in her absence a spirit had fled,
And morning light found her a weary watch keeping,
With poor little Theodore crying for bread!
Poor little Theodore crying for bread!"
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Feathers on head
The one who sings on God does so for one’s bread.
The one who spells gospel does so for one’s bread.
The one who serves God does so for one’s bread.
You give them bread and keep them on your head.
16.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The best advice one can give to the hungry is bread.