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
- Crow’s Nerve Fails by Ted Hughes
- Mother, Among The Dustbins by Stevie Smith
- Against All Streams by Walter William Safar
- Laws for Creations. by Walt Whitman
- Weird-Bird by Shel Silverstein
- Childless Woman by Sylvia Plath
- The Buried Train by Robert Bly
- Waly, Waly poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master by Sidney Lanier
- A City Remembered by Vernon Scannell
- A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: The Kirk Of Scotland’s Alarm:
- Broceliande
- We Are To Play The Game Of Death by Rabindranath Tagore
- Иван Киуру – Человек
Some external links:
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).
