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Unwanted Crime

'why r orphans for? ? '
maybe for this...

i was starving and was thirsty
no one took pains for me
melancholy was heard all around
for a living i stole food

my career began by stealing food
dawdlingly i pick-pocketed
then i started shop-lifting
i was very happy to earn easy cash

i joined a mob
we planned for a bank-robbery
accidently i killed the accountant
i have my dangling in two days

still left unanswered;
why r orphans for?

poem by Sakshi Mathur
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Salad is Incompatible with Life

Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.

Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good

For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!

I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!

But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Overweight with Food

Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!

Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Melancholy Mood

A little collie weed to ease I grief
too much agony living in the limits of big city
a little collie weed to meditate
too much insanity in this society
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
rise this morning smile with the sun
oh I'm blessed another day has begun
everything in life has its purpose
find its reason it has its season
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
tears leave my eyes I just want to fly
deep down I feel pain
but I know I must rise again
from this melancholy mood melancholy mood
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood

song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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A Food For Everything!

Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Syrup Sponge

Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!

Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;

Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?

Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -

Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!

And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Small legendery joke

Maori fella walks into a dairy and asks for a tin of cat food. Indian dairy owner says 'Oh no - I am hearing about you Maori fellows and how you put cat food into pastry and call it meat pie. Please bring cat into shop for me to see and you can have cat food'. Maori fella says 'oh man, I don't even know where the cat is right now - probably chasing birds.' Indian dairy owner says 'No cat, no cat food'.
Maori fella sulks away from shop. Same guy comes in a week later and asks for a tin of dog food for his dog. Indian dairy owner gives him the same run down, 'No dog - no doggy food'. Maori fella is really upset and storms off. He comes back a couple of days later with a big plastic bag and slams it on the counter. The dairy owner says 'Oh what is this being please' and opens the bag and is overcome by the foul stench which from the now open bag. Maori fellah says, 'It's a bag of sh*t man, I want some toilet rolls! '

poem by Racina Rodriguez
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Irish Potato Blight

Dying with green mouths
starving eating green grass.
Famine scavenge food coastal equalled
subsistence cursed evermore sea food.

Starvation was annihilation
of many Irish who never fled.
English took livestock for taxes unpaid
left starving tenant farmers for dead.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Food is god

Food is god
for poor people...!

God is not
Only food...

Rich home
Dog is eat

Nice food...
That food is god...?

yes that also
A god...

Good food is
God...

What is good food...?
Given good health

Always good food...
So...

Non veg
Or veg...

Every good food
Is god...

Simply sit
Silentely eat food

With out hot
And cool drinks...

Food is not only
Poor's god...

With each and
Every one also

food is god...
Give respect and

Take food...
Happley too try too

Thank for god...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Street Urchin

o what poverty
bairns se manket
picking through bins
tinkys, in bare feet

Wretched wee things
in rags run aboot
street urchins, orphans
begging fur food

poem by John Mcleish
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Chicken & chips

Chicken & chips
Often brought by fast food addicts
Who love the finger licking taste
Fried fatty food
Unhealthy but cheap
Eaten for hunger's sake

Shop owners
Laughing all the way to the bank
At the expense
Of junk food loving customers
Who just want to fill their belly
With a cheap box of fried chicken & chips.

poem by Sinclair Azubuike
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FREEDOM- [new edit]

once a Gnat came down from the top
to drink of what remained in the cup

kid for having fun, just blocked her way
and the Gnat saw her, future is gray

saw herself in trap, so she left the food
though the tasting of, food was pretty good

top a hand and left, and right and down glass
thirsty and madly, she remembered her last

flight, and hopefully was looking for a hole
that through it she, could again reach home

beat the cup wall so, many times with head
finally she knocked down, and then she bled...

food was so tasty, dear was life of her
but the FREEDOM, was what she wished there

poem by Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi
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I Can't Pretend That I Am Your Superman

I can pretend that I am your
Superman
Because the poor people in our community
Is starving and I need to give them a helping hand
By sharing some of my food with them
I can pretend that I am your superman
Even though we are wasting so much food
That could easily feed the entire community
And it is shame on us
Because we don't think of the others that are poor
In our communities that are starving and living
On the streets of our community

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Friends and Enemies

She stole his heart
She stole his soul
She turned her back,
And I went home
I’m not giving in to this
She stole my source of courage
She stole my only hope
She turned to the other girls,
And only then I started missing her
But I’m not giving her a second chance
When I heard her laugh with another girl
I coiled up
I wasn’t speaking to her
At all
But I gave her a little more time to change her mind
When I saw her smile
For the first time since then
I turned around and sighed
Now only a painful reminder will remain
Of those early days that I missed her
Those even earlier days that I was always with her
Those days when I first met her
Later, when I started to need her

poem by Mye3
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Avenue Road Rock

It is now 6: 30 pm in the evening
And it is almost night here at
Avenue Road
Where I walk
To get to the food bank
To pick up some food for an old sick lady
That is leaving in the old with me in the same floor
That I am
And at the same time I look up in the sky tonight
And I see the sunset
That is telling me that it is the end of another day
So far
But I still need to bless God
For giving me that beautiful spring night

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Food

Food food food
All are here for food
All evolve from food
All act for food
All think about food.

All know no food
No existence.

Food come from rain
Rain ensues from sacrifice
Sacrifice rooted
In prescribed action
Prescribed action
Originate from knowledge
Knowledge proceed from you
You my dear not destructible.

So long as you are there
Food is there
You are all pervading
You are infinite
I the finite
Long for you
Through the food
Supplied to me
Only by you
And the food
Itself you.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Know It 'Aint' Been That Easy

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Making ends meet,
And feeding.
With nothing to spare for treats.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Living alone,
And the money's gone.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Like that,
Cash strapped.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

And I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.
I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.

I know it aint been that easy,
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own...
Doing the best you do to make it through

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dog Food

Pop
Im hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend betsy shes just fourteen
Theres nothing better for me to do
Im living on dog food
Dog food is so good for you
It makes you strong and clever too
Dog food is a current craze
Eat some every day
I chew up my sunday mirror
I read about the rich I fear
Dog food is my whole life
Dog food composes my wife
Yum yum yum - woof woof woof - arf arf

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Eatin Food

eatin food
eatin food
eatinf food
eatin food to swallow sadnees
eatin food to make happienes
eatin food to satisfy
eatin food instead of gettin high
eatin food to be eatin food
and thats why im eatin food.

poem by Pablo Sanchez
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Growing Up In America!

you turned your children loose,
out in the streets of poverty....
only a few given a chance,

the rest left to fend for theirselves!
no jobs, unless you wanna soldier,
kill or be killed for oil....

then no jobs when you return,
and no house to return to!
food stamps and government aid,

till that eventually runs out....
then back on the streets where you started,
kill or be killed to survive....

dealing dope, dealing flesh, stealing cars,
no hope of anything more!
get caught and go to prison,

not in a gang, better join one!
poor white kids, poor kids of color,
growing up in America!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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