Poetry Blogs (poor)
I know that no one really cares
If those people that they stare at
Really live it die or roam the streets
Wondering if there lives are nothing
Like the ones that “normal” people
live, but I am one who cares for those
Ego less souls who feel more than
Those who think they are more
Do not make me make you see
Those who you think are less
Because you w...
Wednesday 6th November 2019 9:44 pm
Money is the soul to reach a goal
It is the tool to play a role
But if you're miser or a poor
No way to live happy and cool
Luck is the wing across future
but work is the core of the creature
To be strong even no wing
Keep your effort to win the venture
Poor & rich, should also search
Money everywhere, we must fetch
the only lazy .. also crazy
Forever, no goa...
Thursday 4th April 2019 4:09 pm
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
Be happy with what you have
Then you will have what you hope
Firmly, work and save
Simply, you reach the top
It depends on you more
Than a reason or a cause
Not because rich and poor
Your brain, how much knows
Do believe in God's Judging
And gain your thought results
God never asks a jumbling
But to be aware of the facts
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:16 am
No bunting flutters in the breeze,
no boys and girls, dressed up so neat,
with not a scratch upon their knees.
There are no flags on Windsor Street.
There are no parties in the yard,
the sandwiches will hold no meat.
They will send no greetings card
‘from the residents of Windsor Street’.
There are no beds of scented flowers,
there are no...
Wednesday 16th May 2018 2:46 pm
Helping other people can become infectious
so if your wealthy enough to drive a Lexus
consider the impact of gifts to a poor family
let those generous ideals bring hope willingly
to all that are struggling without fault of their own
for decent jobs are not there for all as is shown
by the queues at food banks and rooms to rent
as all the income they have is far too soon spent…
Wealth is ...
Monday 18th May 2015 7:41 pm
everywhere you look
creeping into corners
no one gives a fuck
peering from the darkness
in the shelter of a door
praying for forgiveness
hungry cold and poor
down upon their luck
pleading from their makeshift beds
no one gives a fuck
pressing against cold brick
crawling on the floor
crying for their past lives
Saturday 22nd February 2014 11:45 pm
Dream drunk, post punk,
who could see how far we'd sunk,
under the crazy bankers weight,
No politicians worthy of this state...
Once we had some national pride,
but under their greedy thumbs that died,
now we head for third world wages,
screwed by those on the city stages.
We really need to wake up soon,
before we enter perpetual gloom,
destined for slavery under filthy rich...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 6:44 pm
Your body was found dead in your flat, three months gone and smelling like hell.
They came and took you away, to the morgue downtown, an unhappy place.
Clearing your flat they found £4.88, not much to show for a lonely death.
Always on your own, eternally in death. How sad no one will see you buried, a pauper’s death, the undertaker the only witness at this sol...
Monday 31st October 2011 1:32 pm