Hunger

My tummy is getting empty now
I haven’t eaten since 12pm today
I will not eat again until 7pm tomorrow

I know what it feels like to be full
I know what it feels like to be sick because I am to full
I know what it feels like to not want food because I am full

I can get food when ever I want to
If I don’t like what we have at home
I hop in my car and go buy something I want
No bacteria, no worries of getting sick from it

They have never been full
They don’t know what if feels like

They’re tummies are empty every day
Crying themselves to sleep because it hurts
They are weak and diseased
They don’t stand a chance 

They will not make it if they don’t eat
Most of them don’t make it at all
Never knowing what it feels like to be full
Never knowing what its like to be strong
Never knowing what its like to be full for one day

But there is hope
World Vision


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Not Worth Reading

teal dew moistens the willow feathers
as the lily froth ooze footprints of poison.
wet thrashing suspense in a navy red box
whispers dragon fire, curling in wisps.
timid blades swindle at the zenith

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picture from HERE

Brother

Strong like venom,

from a cobra to the eyes.

Stressed like the beams,
of an old ancient building.

Growing lines of experience,
like the cracks in a brick fire place.

Stern as a grand father clock.

No sleep, only hibernation,
as a bear waiting for spring.

Quiet as a dying moth,
in inky darkness.

Crooked front tooth,
like a coble stone out of place.

Scarred face that remembers,
friction from the pavement.

Polished,
a new gold metal.

Lazy barn owl gazing,
at you from the rafters.

Crazy like the white foam,
that dances out of reach of the swift river.

Tired, weathered,
like an old boat.

Proud, tall
the mountain puma.

Random

The moon, broken off like an arctic glacier plummeting into the cold blue

A red flower, brilliant as the burning embers of a dying fire

Her fingers, delicate as thinly spun sugar

The island stretches out from the coast
like a giraffe kneeling to drink

Your backbone ridged like randomly placed river rocks on the shore

Soft as the sound of a wasp walking on a window pane

That bicyclist, careening downhill like a hawk dive-bombing for its next victim

Crazy bird! Its song like the lightning that illuminates the summer night sky

His monotonous voice like the steady marching of the soldiers

She spun off like a fly, its wings violently plucked from its body

Days pass like the golden wheat grows in the amber fields

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photo from HERE

Elephants

The long legs that stretch to the heavens like the cattails by the river.

The knees, large as wheelbarrows riding up mountains with gray stone in them.

Ears that flap in the wind like sails of a pirate ship, tattered and warn.

Sharp and weathered, drooping from the skull, like stiff ribbon on a package, tusks.

Like broken charcoal, tents jut from the old rounded backs and point to the blackness above.

Trunks that extend to the skies with curled tips like grape vines.

The sky burns red like the eyes of a panther.
The clouds, cold and dark like the black death.

Random

Rushing past the yellow corn, tears escaping my eye corners
Thrashing through the fire that licks salt less tears dry
Dragon colors flash in my head
Voices scream with silence that make my ears bleed and my head pound
Daydreams fade away into the fields of clover
Footprints melt the stone and leave memories in my mind Ocean creatures retreat into the depths
Froth suffocates the eyes of a mother
Red sounds her cry of sorrow
Secrets that will never be told
The lily blooms with the call of the Dragon
Hushed and hurries are the many Voices
There are many who Daydream
But few that have memory Footprints
Stinging colors spring a crossed the Ocean
Shrill cries drip Froth
The round train tracks blaze Red
Scattered a cross the dirt are untold Secrets

Night Street

the glow of lights were absent
the street was calm.

rain was falling like little pink worms
with camouflage parachutes.
extended yielding moist.

the sky showed no vibrant color
it was in black and white,
like sticking your head in the ocean
and opening your eyes
to see the blackness of the deep ripples.
the long fingers touching the inside of your eyes,
that makes you open your eyes wider,
even though the salt stings deep inside.

the tree by the faded blue gate.
old and decayed like my grandfather.
bark flaking off like diseased skin.
leaves growing thinner like silver hair.
parasites crawl in and out like cancer
never leaving.
there, only to kill.
alone with no one to take care of it,
discarded and forgotten like a butterfly
whose wings had been touched.
helpless.

the smell of clean wet exhaust up
from the black street.
the street that shows no blemish.
the hot smell fills the air like
a carnival fills the air with sound.
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I found this photo on www.flickr.com and i really liked it and thought it would go well. even though its not anything close to what is in my poem. this is who's photo this is - CLICK

The Cat

The cat sings songs of birds in cages
As he dances around the bed,

The song brought down from many ages
When he was a kitten they filled his head;

The lights were out and the streets were calm
Dust danced along the sill,

The song flowed like a psalm
And the room stood oh so still;

The cat then stopped his little song
He stared out the window pane,

He had been singing all night long
His eyes blazed bright with flame

He turned to curl up in his little bed
To sing no more for he was dead.

The City

The sky is a giant pearl that shines with different colored light

The street reflects the sky like the refection of yourself when you swim underwater upside-down

The caterpillar cars line the street in perfect proportion with fuzzy light gleaming off the windows

The buildings are like dead pine trees, hollowed out for its parasites to live

A pothole in the street turns into a silver dollar, the vents are cheese graders belching stream

The street lamps are dinosaurs craning their necks to soak up the last bit of delicious sun light

A lost dog wonders the street like an airplane searching for survivors

Trees, green and feeble, suck the bitter air for any last bit of strength

Birds are brightly colored confetti falling from the sky with violent grace and purpose