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
- Morgan’s Curse by Shel Silverstein
- You Will Forget! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Robert Burns: A Man’s A Man For A’ That:
- The Maid Vor My Bride by William Barnes
- I Thought I was not Alone. by Walt Whitman
- Epigram : The Cottager And His Landlord. A Fable (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Words by Sylvia Plath
- Borrowed Verses by Subhash Misra
- Иван Мятлев – Звезда
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Николай Заболоцкий – Лодейников
- Tides by Sara Teasdale
- The Earth Trembles by Shahida Latif
- Audley Court poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Winter Violets poem – Alfred Austin
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).
