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  117.     

Real Poverty

Real Poverty
We get older
we learn more
we had enough of masked phases
true men are few
How ugly is poverty!
of humanity!
Am I right?
 
Abdullah alHemaidy

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  118.     

Mad Mirrors - Part C (24)

QUOTE: 'Love means the movement of one's heart without ever reaching a state where the movement will lose its desire by being fulfilled'- R.M. Rilke
QUOTE: 'Endless desire brings the sense of poverty: the longing for what one doesn't have'- Buddhism

If love
Is a desire that can't be fulfilled
Then it is a synonym
Of hunger, of poverty, of pain.

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From 'Mad Mirrors C' - www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
 
Raquel Angel Nagler

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  119.     

May Day Two

May Day Two
May Day Two
Action
hand over hand up the ladder rope the line down over the wall down the side jump ship hop skip punch lip over toe step on joe awaken the higher calling why foist the animal on other people jogging brings forth sweaty salty hand over hand into the bag smash crunch pitch dark night falls no tent no cover lay in poverty with others unassembled slow motion oxidizing breaking up the vital spots nothing stays in just one spot but people homeless people try to sleep they hug the wall the foam up under legs too long and blanket over one of them is happy one of them is sad they only wanted rest but had to move along when daylight comes they miss the savage best keep going hoping using all the withered limbs of Jesus hanging from the branches of all the little trees in traction and in tension as they breeze flap extend into the sunshines forth upon the old home down the lane past the gate of whitewashed halls the old rickety unpainted design is missing from my mind intent on the new steel girders of the new wifi incrusted cities why must eye die in poverty in the south without a fighting chance to get even with my captive city whoa whoa unto the Texas land a beggar in a strange strange land like a misplaced nomad wandering out of the desert trying to find the shade of vermillion for some respite from the hot thoughtless sun wildering the satisfied pillar of the Incan Indian is salt piled high in Action colored sequence of the dead plumage of the martyred Saints of God erupting into the Sky above nothing normal nothing overwrought the candlesticks all gone sold in the traffic to be smolten down as metal cabinets all in a ring of fire burning bridges down in Cleveland burning down the old Ohio burning down the new regime of Action when all the poets die only poets ever cry CharlaX Bukowski in May Day Two Action shot with sorrow
 
Charles Hice

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  120.     

Global

In front of a green landscape, sun shines from the window, a book is on the small wood table, it is closed. The woman sits on a chair and her left elbow gently stays on the table, her face on her closed hand. Lazy posture some say. She thinks about what she has just read.

- love has no border, also sense of common wealth. If we build it day by day and struggling, we will reach great long durable progress. Disease, poverty, injustice will be battled and it will be great news. We need common sense and information. It is for this purpose that the seed of conscience of what extreme poverty means has to be spread by every person who cares about justice and equality.
The learning that the way is undoubtely a struggling one may be frightening but not sterile . A legitimate international will to orientate bravely the actions will help to fix the basis for the stabilization of prolific and necessary exchanges between global steady national countries. Going back to centuries what it is avoidable is well known.-

The sound of a plane arrives to her ears, she thinks it is time to stand up and go to another room.
Sun still shines.
 
Paola Degli Esposti

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