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Hunger Poems

You are encouraged to read the poems posted here and elsewhere on the

Poetry X Hunger website, to look  
at 
the historic accounts of hunger,

famine and starvation, or consider the ​prompts suggested and then...

​write some poetry about hunger.
 

Poem by N Chamchoun

1/29/2023

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FOODBANK

In the rooms where we make parcels.
Stacked up tins and non-perishables.
When the virus has hit hard and morale is scarred
We struggle to hold all our marbles.

Tailored bags, veggie or meat eater.
Selecting each item with loving care.
Feeding the families without a prayer
in the house of the stain-glass eyed mitre.

My ties with Islamic culture,
Cater to the tastes of the ummah
in accordance with their sunnah.
Dignity beneath the vultures.

Gluten free treats for the children.
A chocolate for mum
to sweeten the glum.
Community alms in the temple den.

Plant based milk for the vegans.
Generous with pulses and pasta.
Queues at the door as we pack faster.
The dejected flocking to the subsistence haven.

The excitement of something nice.
M & S biscuits or a Waitrose dessert.
The priceless small pick me ups we insert.
A leg up for basic human rights.

Outside the lofty rose window
a clattering of jackdaws noisily caw.
Premade bundles conceal the storeroom floor.
Misfortune offers no furlough.

Protein for the meat eaters,
Beef curry or steak and kidney pie.
Taste the orient, a chicken Pad Thai.
Ignored by carnivorous leaders.

​A fairy cake, home baking kit
for quality time with the family.
Amid poverty, making memories.
The smell of baking embalming the kids.

Those already acquainted with nothing
and those who have lost it all
filing into the hallowed hall.
The hurt of the broken calls,
sometimes, thankful and others, biting.

Each of us, one pay check away from destitution.
There but for the grace of God...
The God with a punishing rod.
Party politics offers no divine restitution.
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British Moroccan published author & performance poet.

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Poems by Dorothy Lowrie

1/24/2023

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A Morsel of Kindness
By Dorothy Lowrie

Perhaps he expects too much,
After all, why would he deserve,
Even a morsel of kindness?
Yet though she passes at first,
She walks back,
To where he sits, unseeing,
On the cold, dirty sidewalk.
Placing the coins into his open palm,
She presses his fingers closed over them.
Her fingers are soft and he can smell roses.
And he’ll never be quite sure,
She wasn’t really an angel.
(written 2019)

Scraps of Humanity
By Dorothy Lowrie

In France they replaced
flour with sawdust in baguettes.
And in Holland, in the attic,
Anne grew tired of endless plates of potatoes.
In concentration camps even children
were lucky to eat a scrap of onion boiled in water.

In Japanese prison camps
many a man survived
on roasted rats.

And soldiers on the march through a Russian winter

were known to tear apart
a live chicken
so hungry were they.
And yet today, we won’t even feed

table scraps
to a dog.
(written 2022)

Human Empathy
By Dorothy Lowrie

​He is someone’s son.
A young man in filthy clothing
Somewhere under the grime
Of street living
Beats the heart of his story
Of days lived before this life
Of garbage bag suitcases.
He is someone’s son.
In our brief encounter
Is it possible he might know
That I look deeper
Than his dirt-streaked face
And matted hair
To see his humanity
My charity not pity
But a benefaction for his dignity.
So I hand someone’s son
My offering.
I look directly into his
Dark blue eyes.
“God Bless You”
May he know that these words,
The catch in my voice,
And the tears in my eyes,
Come from
Genuine Human Empathy.
(written 2023)
*All poems copyright Dorothy Lowrie; none have been published prior.
Dorothy has loved and collected poetry all her life. She is blessed with an inheritance of the love of words in story, poetry and music. In the new chapter of her life that has given her back the gift of time, she enjoys reflecting on her life and the world through learning and practicing the art of poetry.
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Poem by v.j. calone

1/15/2023

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The Refound Poem
(a gloss on The Planter by T.A. Niles and Foretells the Moon's Hunger by JC Wayne)
                                                    Edited by T.A. Niles, v.j. calone 12/31/22)


“Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!”
                                                    “How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Dr. Suess.”

Tell me again about hunger my friend,
as I wipe away these crumbs from my beard.
Hearing your words, it's just as we feared
let he who throws the first rock be without sin.

It all started as a thought, a feeling, a seed
born- not out of want, but more out of a need
from he who knew a few things about planting.
A few of his fields left fallow, despite his recanting;

The earth throws up shields, as do its people.
You can touch a soul without (w)ringing a steeple.
Soil conditions, irrigation, feeding and weeding,
how does the color of one's skin lessen the needing?

Yes, he knows a thing or two about supplanting,
robbing Peter to pay Paul through letters while chanting.
Give him a loaf and a couple of fish- now make a wish
then back up that truck and hand him your dish.

And how can so many still be left starving?
How can we, with ourselves, strike this bargain?
Can we at least help to feed our own little corner,
and clothe needy people so they may be warmer?

Whatever does not kill you only makes you stronger,
or stiffens your spine so you last a bit longer.
You can get upset and angry, but I have not lied.
So please lend a hand; don’t stand to the side.

​There are 1000 ways to expire on our earth,
starvation shouldn’t be our very last berth.
Become like the planter think not of yourself,
your soul's also fertile scatter the wealth.

​Click to hear the poet read the poem.
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Vincent J Calone poet, playwright, actor, director-
Recent publications include, Long Island Quarterly, Fresh Words An International Literary Magazine, Wingless Dreamer, The 24 Hour Poetry Marathon Anthology and the Haiku Calendar. Appearances @ Spo-Fest, The MUSE @ Neir's, The Muse @ Industry, Jack Jack's, Flash Mob Poetry, Poetry in the Port, PPA, Poetry Street, PoARTry, and Uncloisterd Poets among others. He writes and posts a new poem everyday on Raven Wire Poetry Prompts on Facebook from the daily prompt -continuously since 08/01/22. He's proud to be part of the Wednesday Night Creative Writing Group at the Farmingdale Library facilitated by J R Turek.

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Poem by Elise Power

1/14/2023

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The Store on
Shakespeare Street


It feels like a funeral.
They’re closing a final door on the oatmeal,
the cage-free eggs,
the Bush’s Baked Beans (Original),
the frozen peas that flow from this old store
through our kitchens and into our skin,
our blood, our hearts.

Shakespeare is dead.
Where is he
now that I really need him? (Shall I compare thee to a Shop n Save?)
His street will be buried twice now.
They built the store and kept the name
and now the store and the name and the poetry
will soon be gone.

They’re packing up in boxes
the work of Myra, Bernice, Debra, Tom and Larry,
who smile for my camera on this Last Day.
Each of them for over forty years
has released the food to us and taken our money.
They have done this faithfully and together.

One aisle over as I pass half-empty shelves,
someone says to Larry, “Come sit with us.”
That’s it.
That’s what this day calls for most.
Customers and workers,
we all need to just come sit together
on that ledge beside the doors and the shopping cart,
as a summer storm tosses treetops
one last time
out beyond the streaming plate-glass windows.
About Elise Power: I am a member of Pittsburgh Poetry Exchange and have had poems published in six journals and newspapers. I draw portraits and caricatures and play bluegrass music and the piano. I am a retired public school teacher.
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