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Beggar's Lament

Updated on February 12, 2017
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


My old dark eyes then set on Jim LeBode, son of Maston McClure
Pilfering, pattering, through his threadbare poverty pockets of poor.
A children's skip, a surprised toad-like giggle I heard
Crawling on feet on McDonald Street alas, I saw her black bird.

What a spectacle she was dressed in her royal finest of silks
Must have cost 'undred sheep their coats with sips of stolen milks.
Ah, a pick pocket and beggar scrolled silently with me for a mile
Tearing my fog coat to pieces, and piling me into a pile.

But poor ol' Jim LeBode, a son of a banker so tight
He's tear down a limb for a lost nickel and lie to the sun for light.
Ah, me and the pick pocket, beggar and harlot so happy to be
Skipping in tandem and singing in trio, us three.

Why must a misty world be evil and good be beheld with songs
While maidens fair with fashioned hair and mares of minstrel's furlongs.
I find myself at mercy's spell--the pick pocket, harlot and beggar too
These people tho' hungry can't scrape a crumb from a shoe.

Ah, we poor. Ah, we lean, sit quietly watching life's cruel machine
Wring 'em in, wring 'em out as if we were mad mongrels so evil and mean.
Bring us fish. Bring us cherry's dish
A bread two days would be me wish.

But feed the pick pocket, harlot and beggar so true
Portion of meat cooked by Queen's maiden with eyes of blue.
Whilst I gaze to the north to see the mariners call low
I crawl on feet on McDonald Street and groan to suffer their blow.

Shipping captains and first mates with jugs o' wine and rum
Run swiftly to roof acting aloof while whores take the old bums.
Me and me feet fall to McDonald Street starved like the rats
Why would God make me man and see me die as like a bat?

Ah, sing oh, young school boy, sing a song of sugar sweet
Sing loudly from your perfect, planned window with seat.
I'll pretend to be deaf and turn from the left
To waste slowly away in the hole that I've cleft.


© 2017 Kenneth Avery


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      John Ward 13 months ago from Richmond, British Columbia, Canada.

      Well done. I've worked with a few Beggars and homeless folk and this poem would relate to a few. I do enjoy these poems.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 13 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most creative poem full of great imagery of the poor beggar's plight.

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      Louise Powles 13 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a beautiful poem. I loved the words.

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      JL Reyes 13 months ago from The Edge of Saturns Rings

      I love it! So engaging and I felt as if I were taken back in time. Thank you for recommending this read!!! :) Cant wait to read more

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 13 months ago from Washington DC


      As I just wrote in our ongoing conversation, you see very well what's happening, however, your vision does not see whence man got to this state to understand why it happens.

      Most of us do not understand that our sojourn on earth is to require us to reincarnate in order to experience every conceivable human experience and engraved them on our life-forces so we can know the fullness of "what MAN ARE" by living them.

      Will we ever understand what man truly be,

      that we're the total of the personalities in man we see?

      Do we not realize man is a plural word

      and to make it a single gender is so absurd?

      Does it really matter? Are we truly satisfied

      that one gender is called man, with pride,

      and the other belittled called "woven from them,"

      saying, from the first gender the other one stem?

      No! Not I who have discovered what a whole man be

      and would share with you what I have found in me.

      I find that though I'm masculine I'm just as feminine too,

      with 148 more personalities determining what I do.

      I'm the Whiteman, that sly, cunning, destroying one,

      the Redman who knows living in nature is free and fun,

      still I'm Blackman, the developers of sciences and math,

      and Yellowman, the starters of the territorial and family path.

      There's one me who loves and another one who hates,

      one who is a giver and another who only takes.

      I'm a character who is ignorant and yet I'm wise,

      I'm selfish and greedy when knowledge is the prize.

      I'm the hermit who wants to live his life alone,

      yet enjoy the company of others, though not for long.

      There are those who rule me whom I despise

      because the ruler in me dormant lies;

      some with critical eyes sit in judgment over me

      since self-adoration makes me too blind to see.

      There's police and correctional officers I need for control

      because self-discipline is for man who are whole.

      The artistic me sculptures, paints, and makes things rhyme

      while the student me in learning spends its time.

      Who is complete without being a philosophy

      or teacher inspiring others to understand what they see?

      Are man complete without the ability to orate

      or hold back shy, afraid to participate?

      I must be a Yogi to learn my body from within,

      sit in contemplation to understand where I've been,

      I'll bend and stretch my body to keep it elastic,

      with a control over my organs that's simply fantastic.

      I hate characters in others, the ones I hate in me,

      desire to kill them, mirror breaking so me I don't see;

      there are others I love and want to cling to all my life,

      being dead in me I and need to awaken them as my wife.

      Judge me materially and I'm the poorest of the poor

      but the knowledge I share is a wealth, that's for sure.

      I can't stay limited like those called social man,

      I discover for myself the Zeroversal plan.

      To leave one character dormant I can never be free

      because I'll depend on another to be it for me,

      I'm to balance them all within me, one to the others,

      knowing all that's in others are friends and brothers.

      What are man except complex machines

      separating and uniting to accomplish the schemes

      of Karma, Reincarnation, Supply and Demand,

      destroying for the reproduction the resources of the land?

      I'm all the characters most man despise

      because wisdom isn't seen through physical eyes.

      I'm the best and worst of man who were ever an incarnate,

      I produced heaven and created hell, every man's fate.

      Man are both god and the devil and they both are man,

      we're the maintainers of the opposites of the Zeroverse's plan!


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      Graham Lee 13 months ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Kenneth. You have such an imaginative and fertile mind. Always so deep and it seems so easy for you. I enjoyed it.