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El Pan de Cada Dia (Our Daily Bread, HERE is the version in English) Se dice que la poesía es como el pan, que alimenta el alma. Pero a veces, como las buenas intenciones y las oraciones, ¡no es suficiente! Se ha comprobado que los niños no aprenden cuando tienen hambre. Fíjese en las bajas calificaciones de los estudiantes en nuestras escuelas. El desayuno debe ser la primera lección de cada día. Seguido por el almuerzo, y una merienda por la tarde antes de la salida. Las sondas gastro-nasales que alimentan a los moribundos les obligan a seguir viviendo aun contra su voluntad pero esto no dura para siempre. Y aunque no hay tubos de alimentación para los que viven, una sola comida puede ser la diferencia entre la vida y la muerte para muchos. Sin embargo, mientras tantos mueren de hambre, se desechan a diario miles de libras de comestibles en países tan prósperos como este. ¡Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! Todos somos culpables por despreciar las sobras y el pan viejo que, como la poesía, pueden alimentar a un pueblo.  Maritza Rivera (Montgomery County, MD) is a Puerto Rican poet and Army veteran who has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She is the creator of Blackjack poetry and hosts the Mariposa Poetry retreat. Maritza aka Mariposa is the author of About You, A Mother’s War, 21: Blackjack Poems, and the Blackjack Poetry Playing Cards.
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This Ridiculous Struggle The yearning to pin the moth just so, is the hungry ghost. The dark of that unquenchable maw. Monkey mind tells us we're stuck here. Even as I bathe in the orange-y, pinkest sunset on my porch, those children sit huddled inside themselves. Cold or hot, dirty, bored, dirty and of course hungry. Both occur at the same time. The sky is a marvelous wash of lingerie hues and mesa burning. Each wrenched away baby frenzied by so much absence.  Julie lives in Freeland, MD and says, “I start, make & point out things. I wonder how we got here. I live on a "farm" and herd kids & pets & groan at hubby's puns, often.”
From the Balcony by Forestine Bynum, Laurel Overlooking my balcony, I often saw A gathering of women and children Mothers with babies tucked tightly in their arms They were quiet, rather orderly Not causing a disturbance, walkers passed by politely Busying themselves as not to see, scurry to Catch the bus or get to their cars I saw women taking turns scavenging Through a dumpster nearby I hadn’t notice before, for food The only sound heard was a tiny cry asking Mommy, when will we get food And a voice saying, Feed My People, Feed My People And a mother’s soft voice replying Tomorrow, tomorrow my child, I hope To mor row, to mor row By Forestine C. Bynum 
Remember the story, “Stone Soup”? Neighbors shared food that they had. Carrots, cabbage, beans, peppers, Enough soup for all prepared. Plant thoughts for food abundance. Imagine zero world hunger. Wholesome meals grace all tables One mind, same goal, we’re stronger. Spirit-cousins band as one; Repast so others eat and live. Fruits, veggies cross distant seas. Our grateful hands freely give. Zero world hunger’s possible. We are the “Stone Soup” tale. Bring bread to the world’s table. Global unity never fails. (c) By Aressa Williams  Retired English Professor and teacher consultant, Aressa wrote her first poetry book to earn a Girl Scout Badge for Creative Writing. Aressa, a member of Pen in Hand, believes that writers perform "word magic" because they bring invisible thoughts and feelings to light.
(John 21: 15-17) Peter talking: “Feed my sheep”, was how You put it. “Feed my lambs”, You said to me. But Lord, how CAN I feed Your children amongst such greed and tyranny? Those who have won't share their havings, those who hate won't love like You, though You made them, gave them life, they will not do the things You do; And I should know, Lord, I'm the one who once, our friendship, I denied; I loved You, served You, but when they asked me,“Don't you know Him?” 3 times I lied. But You gave me another chance, Lord, to share You as the Bread of Life; food for body, soul, and spirit, hope for husband, child, and wife. We must realize Your abundance here on earth is for ALL men; shed our lust for things and power, for hoarding is the spawn of sin. Not Enough... is not the culprit; Ignorance...it's not about; Lack is caused by selfish people; with hearts of stone, they've kicked You out! In this world of rich and plenty, Jesus, press us 'til we cry, in our self-examinations, “Lord, please tell me, is it I who've betrayed Your great commission? Have I done enough to feed this world's poor and starving people, overlooked by my own greed? Open, please, our hearts to love them, humble us to make this right; all together we can do this, shed our darkness, share Your light. “Feed my sheep”, is what You told us, “Feed my lambs” speaks to us all. Help us do Your loving, giving, and Thank You for this rake-up-take-up-shake-up-make-up, THANK YOU for this Wake-Up Call! (c) By Mary Steadman Rhodes  Mary Steadman Rhodes is a Christian wife, mother, & grandmother living in Landover, Maryland. She and her husband of 40+ years have been singing, composing, & writing for many years...and STILL have a lot to say!
Mother always said that if she had only a single slice of bread, she would cut it in eight equal pieces. That’s how many children her body nurtured into this world and every day thereafter until her final breath ascended into the ether. Of all the words she whispered, shouted, sang and cried over all the thousands of days of my childhood, those stick most. It dawns on me, now, she didn’t include herself in that equation. For every star in our galaxy, there shines a mother, a father who has gone dreadfully hungry. Many have fallen into the gaping mouth of graves after offering that last bite of bread to their child. Their final act of love. That is sacrifice. We, of full stomachs, we, whose wildest imaginations will never fathom starvation – so little is asked of us: A willingness to strip ourselves of the blinders that protect us from the squirm of discomfort when we see a boy, a girl, a woman, a man clearly in need of basic nourishment. But what can I do? Only one person of limited means? Begin simply. A sack of oranges. A bag of apples. A ham or chicken on special sale days. A pot of soup for a struggling family. This list could wrap itself around our planet. We are not asked to solve the problems of the world, simply to look at the slice of bread we hold each day, break off a piece from whichever corner feels right. Extend that open hand. Open that awakened heart. (c) By Rosemarie Law  Rosemarie Law (MiMi Zannino) is an author and performing artist. She researched and wrote the historical portrayal “Time-Travel with Emily Dickinson” which she has performed over 50 times.
EmilyDickinsonLive.com GardenPartyMusic.com People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. Her meals were from partially eaten sandwiches thrown in public trash cans. She watched a child throw away a sandwich one bite out of it. Getting sandwich from can immediately would be her evening meal. People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. An apple, a pear, a peach, some cherries Some grapes to help provide nutrition To help curb appetite Praying to God above, never to give up Ferocious fight. People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. A project for many years, helping my Mother Make sandwiches in our kitchen with Family and Friends Taking sandwiches to organizations, like S.O.M.E, So Others Might Eat brings on cheers, chants yea food is here. People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. Standing on Main Avenue in freezing cold And snow, holding sign stating HELP ME FEED MY CHILDREN, IF ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT!!! People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. All across the world people die from hunger and malnutrition to ignore this plight would be a ridiculous selfish shame. People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. What can you do, what can I do, what can others do, to end this international plague? The answer is blowing in the wind, doing Something consistent, we can all PITCH IN. People are hungry, yet people continue to waste food. (c) By Sylvia Dianne Beverly (“Ladi Di”)  Sylvia Dianne Beverly (Ladi Di).
A collection of her work is housed at George Washington University's Gelman Library. Ladi Di celebrated the 40th Anniversary of Host Grace Cavalieri, reading on her show "The Poet and the Poem" at the Library of Congress Experience. You can contact Ladi Di here. I dine on matzah brei smothered with strawberry jam or grape jelly in the Spring of each year. Though I attempt to eat slow, too soon it disappears. It takes me back to a younger day. But there is something else that hangs heavy in the air to remind of a time when my ancestors fled their captives with no time for their daily bread to rise. As I eat this as a breakfast treat, I recall a time when my people were not free. I too was a slave. (c) By Richard (Dick) Epstein  Dick Epstein helps guide the Memorial Day Writers Project held at the Vietnam War Memorial each Memorial and Veterans Day holidays in Washington, DC.
Grocery giveaway Free food for elderly Please bring a bag A neighbor handed it to her At the bank It lay on her kitchen table For two weeks Before she taped it To the closed kitchen cabinet Doors hide more than empty shelves Even more than empty stomachs Today pride took a step To the back burner Potatoes, carrots and onions Simmer on her stove once again Pots boil freely As aromas rise She dries her hands On her apron Before picking up the phone Time to place a thank you call To a neighbor (c) By J. Joy ‘Sistah Joy’ Matthews Alford  Sistah Joy was appointed as the inaugural Poet Laureate of Prince George's County, Maryland on September 18, 2018. since 2003, Sistah Joy is known for messages of social consciousness, inspiration and empowerment. She has blazed literary trails for over 25 years through her impassioned activist poetry. In 2002 she received the Poet Laureate Special Award from the DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities “for her outstanding contributions to the art of poetry in Washington, DC.”
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