Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood’s TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people’s property.
Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.
‘They don’t give me welfare.
I take it.’
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Basket poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare
- The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride by Rabindranath Tagore
- St. Francis of Assisi by Vachel Lindsay
- From The ‘Antigone’ by William Butler Yeats
- To a Childless Woman by Siegfried Sassoon
- J–K. Huysmans poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Book Thirteenth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded] by William Wordsworth
- Primer by Rita Dove
- Николай Карамзин – Послание к женщинам
- Владимир Набоков – Есть в одиночестве свобода
- Dreams poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Of Old Sat Freedom poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet LXII by William Shakespeare
- birch_tree.html
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
