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Dammim

She who was lovely is now engaged,
She who was hungry is now with food,
She who was barren has now borne a child,
But the meat is still boiling in the pot!
And whoever calls me now wastes his or her time,
Because i am in the arms of Dammim my lover!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For Molly, Concerning God

Is God the one who eats the meat
off the bones of dead people?
-Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2

God is the one,
Molly,
whether we call him
Him,
or Her,
treeform or spewing
volcano,
Vesuvius or vulva,
penis-rock,
or reindeer-on-cave-wall,
God is the one
who eats
our meat,
Molly,
& we yield
our meat
up willingly.

Meat is our
element,
meat is our
lesson.

When our bodies fill
with each other,
when our blood swells
in our organs
aching for another,
body of meat,
heart of meat,
soul of meat,
we are only doing
what God wants
us to—
meat joining meat
to become insubstantial air,
meat fusing
with meat
to make
a small wonder
like you.
The wonder of you
is that you push
our questions
along into
the future—
so that I know
again
the wonder of meat
through you,
the wonder of meat
turning to philosophy,
the wonder of meat
transubstantiated
into poetry,
the wonder of
sky-blue meat
in your roundest eyes,
the wonder of
dawn-colored meat
in your cheeks & palms,
the wonder of meat
becoming
air.

You
are my theorem,
my proof,
my meaty metaphysics,
my little questioner,
my small Socrates
of the nursery-schoolyard.

To think that
such wonder
can come from meat!

Well then,
if God is hungry—
let Him eat,
let Her eat.

poem by Erica Jong
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The Creator And A Barren Woman

A barren woman had been praying for a child for long,
Then after many years without hope the Creator heard her prayers;
Then the Creator said to her: 'A year today you will give birth'.

This is the story of the Creator and a barren woman:
A year after the barren woman gave birth to a child.
Now, she started to complain again to the Creator;
Because, she has no time to take care of the child.

'Oh, i am too tired of taking care of this child';
And the Creator was very patience.
'Oh, i cannot take care of this child any longer';
And the Creator was very patience again.
'Oh, i have given my husband a child but i cannot take care of him';
This child was a son and then, the Creator said to the woman:
'When you were baren you did cried out for a child but,
Now that you've got one you also crying daily for his upkeep';
'Well, the wants of mankind are many and mankind is NOT satisfied'.

Yes, we are all living on this earth;
With stories and the things that we see around us;
But mankind is really NOT satisfied, whether barren or with a child.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Child In Your Arms

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

I know it's hard to understand
Why I was taken from your hands

One day we'll meet again
Mother and father hand in hand

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Pick a star in the sky
And see the twinkle in my eye
As I send you my love
From heavens above

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

All the new mothers above
Giving their love
To the new born child
In heavens above

Mother father watch over me
And jesus will watch over you

I feel your love in heavens above
I'll see you here
When it's your time to come

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Oh mummy dear
I see you and daddy so near

My life as just begun
In heavens above
So don't be afraid to live your life
Be glad and happy to what comes to you
I'll keep you safe as I watch over you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Child in your arms
Will always love you

Sweet child in heaven
Sleep in peace
I hope you see all you want to see
Be who you want to be

God bless

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Lover Lover Lover

I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.

song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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On Friday Night

Drunk, hungry eyes
Walking on the alleyways
Monstrous mouths,
devouring testy meat

The lights are foggy mirrors
of those pretty girls.
The stroke of their hair and legs
A proud walking man to...

Crawling tired legs,
like worms on cold mud
Laments of an intoxicated child,
that cannot sleep.

Reddish flames behind frames,
returning from laughter of horror
Eggs shells, boiling bowls of yolk,
in the people heads.

poem by Luca Menin
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Some food

Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...

Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...

Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...

At only some food...
Some food...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Hunger (John 6: 1-15)

I'm nobody
I'm just a child without family
I'm nobody
And I'm hungry

So I search for the crowd
To beg for mercy
May they have some food
Other than words of enemy

I'm hungry
And there's a crowd in front of me
They are walking into the same direction
To the mountain, near Tiberias I see

They are following for one man
He sits down and begins to tell a story
Story that I never heard in my life
Where the world is felt more joyful and merry

He doesn't shout or speak loud
But the wind carries His calm voice to every
As speaking to His children in their night bed
His face looks so bright and free

From a far distance
I continue to listen to His story
And slowly
I'm not anymore so hungry

His story starts to fill my heart with warmth
His presence covers my body with safety
And for the first time of my life
I feel more love and energy

And then suddenly
He raises His head and looking around of many
He talks to His friends about something
I hope it'll be soon or I will remember that I'm hungry

He comes again to the top
And blessing the bread and fish He carries
I'm not moved when the food is shared
I know it won't enough for any

I'm nobody
And no one will notice my small body
I keep watching from distance
Even though I'm very hungry

But then somebody comes closer
And drags me into the small circle
I don't know them and they to me
But strangely I don't feel lonely

I don't know when I'll eat again
I don't remember the last time I ate properly
But it doesn't matter anymore
At least now I won't be hungry

The food is keep coming from everywhere
They continually offer it to me
And for the first time of my life
Somebody really smiles to me

That moment I start to realize something
Many cheer and laugh heard in the party
How everybody eats and talks together
They are like in one big of family

Some people said it is miracle
Some other said God is there
I'm not truly understand
But I'm glad that I am here to see

Not because the food I get
But for the strength to live
Not because the vision I find
But for hope I allowed to have

And when the crowd starts to disappear
I still standing there like in trance
Maybe I won't see Him again
But I will keep this faith with me

I'm nobody
I'm just a child without family
I'm nobody
But now I won't be anymore hungry

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Miracle Child (single B-side)

She got me to walk on water
I did what she said
She got me to steal the moonlight
Put it over her head
And after I moved the mountain
Which stood in the way
The answer was in the question
She asked me if I wanted to stay
All of my friends said it couldn't last
I'd be another there in her past
But I disagree 'cause
I can't say say no, no, no, no
Save me, she's so hungry
Make a man do anything
I know, she gets hungry
Gets away like an innocent child
Save me, she's so hungry
Has the appetite to everything
I know, she's just hungry
She's got the mind of a miracle child
And when I changed the seasons
And water to wine
I took all the wordly problems
And got the peace in our time
And after I built the temple
She wanted so bad
I took her to altar on Sunday
To look at everything that we had
I could say no, but I always do
Someone outside
Would be comin' through
And I can't stop her
I can't say no, no, no, no
She's so hungry
She gets hungry ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Have Desire To Have

Have money,
Plenty of money,
or little money,
Have appetite,
Have no time,
we are hungry,
and then become angry.

Have appetite,
Burning appetite,
Churning appetite,
dizzy appetite.

Have appetite,
Have plenty of time, but
Have no money.
People are hungry,
and they are hungry as always.

Angry are hungry,
anger for better things,
Better fast food,
better service,
better facilities

Hungry people are angry,
anger for basic food,
Just to fill the pit,
that churns day and night,
not knowing,
What is available to a man.

Hunger is the turning point,
when insufficiency is pointed.
Hunger is an insult,
when inefficiency is noted.

Let us have the desire,
to have a better world,
where no human,
go and sleep with hungry.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Child Is Born

a child, a child, a child is born
to a mother who lies near death;
no food, no home, no place to go,
smell the stink of fear on her breath.

you build and destroy, and build again,
pound your chests with arrogant pride.
litigate and over populate,
sell your vision while children die.

if there's a God He doesnt live
in your temples and your shrines.
but in the cry of the hungry child,
and the ones you've left behind.

a child, a child, a child is born....

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Y... Food for the soul

Food for the body

I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
Day in, day out they struggle for food
There is no time for any other good

Food for the ego

I know of men who have enough food and drink
So they have time for something else to think
Their egos are hungry for money, power and fame
Getting more, being restless, an endless game

Food for the soul

I know of men who are contented with how they live
They focus on soul and never cease to give
To give love and support, perform acts randomly kind
They are the ones who have at any time peace of mind

poem by Aufie Zophy
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For The Wounded Womb

There he is like the ocean
Holding an empty shell
Empty shell filled with
God’s food
That every lovable things on earth would live
a day more to taste.
It’s not the food you eat has love
It’s not love you have is adored
Palate of life
We mix it with pain and pleasure.
Tears, sweat, blood…
all ooze out from the vein of Hard work…
How can things unseen and invisible
Can be so true
Can be so rooted
here I see this beautiful earth
everything merged through these invisible forces
like a blind man see the colours of life
and weave his own colour…
red through green, green through blue
burns the angst for not being able to see…
but creates these are the colours he creates…
and lay before us the senses to feel…
Blooming into every man’s beauty
Farer man sing evening songs
We wait for another morning…

I licked through the plate of food
Gulping down my thirst and hunger
Just like a hungry begging human on street
I lived for the food that comes from some distant land
And an unknown lover make it
And an unknown lover taste it
A fistful of food…
Opens her empty hands
She lives
She learns to live
She learns to eat
The passion of eating through
What I yearn to see one day
Your hands feeding a hungry mother
In the corner of a silenced street.
Cuddling the child of love
Heals a mother’s wounded womb…
Here he is like the ocean…
Holding the empty shell
Empty shell filled with
God’s food…

poem by Lovita J R Morang
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Make unconscious people conscious

She was weak and hungry
Her clothes in tatters
Tears in her eyes
Her child in the lap
Crying for food
She kept on asking for help
Nobody listened,
Nobody bothered
All went passing, ignoring her
Ultimately she fainted
Passersby collected
Showing sympathy for her
Volunteers came
From Help women Organization
Straightway went into action
They took her to the hospital
Gave food to the child
She was better and back in senses
She decided to feign unconsciousness
Next time when she needed help
Make unconscious people conscious
When they don’t listen to
Needy and helpless

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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She's Up and Gone, the Graceless Girl

She's up and gone, the graceless girl,
And robb'd my failing years!
My blood before was thin and cold
But now 'tis turn'd to tears;—
My shadow falls upon my grave,
So near the brink I stand,
She might have stay'd a little yet,
And led me by the hand!
Aye, call her on the barren moor,
And call her on the hill:
'Tis nothing but the heron's cry,
And plover's answer shrill;
My child is flown on wilder wings
Than they have ever spread,
And I may even walk a waste
That widen'd when she fled.
Full many a thankless child has been,
But never one like mine;
Her meat was served on plates of gold,
Her drink was rosy wine;
But now she'll share the robin's food,
And sup the common rill,
Before her feet will turn again
To meet her father's will!

poem by Thomas Hood
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Miracle Child

She got me to walk on water
I did what she said
She got me to steal the moonlight
Put it over her head
And after I moved the mountain
Which stood in the way
The answer was in the question
She asked me if I wanted to stay
All of my friends said it couldnt last
Id be another there in her past
But I disagree cause
I cant say say no, no, no, no
Save me, shes so hungry
Make a man do anything
I know, she gets hungry
Gets away like an innocent child
Save me, shes so hungry
Has the appetite to everything
I know, shes just hungry
Shes got the mind of a miracle child
And when I changed the seasons
And water to wine
I took all the wordly problems
And got the peace in our time
And after I built the temple
She wanted so bad
I took her to altar on sunday
To look at everything that we had
I could say no, but I always do
Someone outside
Would be comin through
And I cant stop her
I cant say no, no, no, no
Shes so hungry
She gets hungry ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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She Sneezed Seven Times

One who was declared barren is now with a child,
One who was declared useless is now useful,
For i have now taken away the sadness on her face.

She was deeply distressed and she sneezed seven times,
But a valley full of ditches is now with water.
This is the story of a Shunammite woman,
Of a noble and a kind woman that she was;
But today she has a beautiful child in her arms.

Are you also into the same problem?
Then let us hope for a brighter tomorrow;
LIke the cold water from the Atlantic Ocean.

She is now living in paradise with her child,
And she is now strong with the cheers on her face;
The earth shook and the heavens poured out water for her,
For she ho was barren has now given birth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wilander

Deep calls to deep in aroar of your waterfalls and,
Love calls to love in the sound of your lovely heart;
But Wilander is my lover so sweet,
And we will always walk around together like our shadows so seen by all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Mama, My Lovely Mother

When at infancy, I wee inside her food
She never stop eating
my mama, my lovely mother
When am ill and sad, healthy and happy,
She keep praying for me
my mama, my lovely mother
When I started crawling,
Tears of affection made her eyes heavy
my mama, my lovely mother
When I walk, her fear increases,
That I might go the wrong way
and get hurt
my mama, my lovely mother
When she look at me,
Her gaze always ask me,
How are you my child
my mama, my lovely mother
When am sick, it brings out
The doctor in her
my mama, my lovely mother
I never grow old for her tender love,
Oh! God bless my mother and make
Her proud of me
my mama, my lovely mother

poem by Michael Odor
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Outside

Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
Outside reflects the worst of styles
Outside
Inside when youre in my arms
A mindless child is still to be borne
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of greed
Outside
Outside misbehavior seethes
Outside
Mindless repression dominates the street
While I kneel down and kiss your feet
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside
Outside they dont think they breed
Outside
Outside emotion determines need
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
That we could bring to life in your arms
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of hate an greed
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
But when I hold you in my arms
Its a mindless child that you want
Inside, no matter bout the world outside
Inside, a babys what you want inside

song performed by by Lou Reed
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