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Thoughts On Spring 2022/Open Window By Henri Matisse
Weekly Art Appreciation

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

My love affair with food- Poetry to feed the mind when you can't feed the belly.

The food in front of me


by M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)




With all my soul I do enjoy the meager feast before my eyes.


In the privacy of my dinning table, I tucker in as much as I am able.


The food in front of me is my total focus. From the Green of the beans to the roasted chicken. The rice, the beans, the pork, the shrimp, I enjoy whatever is on my plate.

The smells I smell add to my senses of taste and sometime feel. The crisp of the skin on my fried chicken and the smush of the fries in my mouth. These feeling I feel are judged probably to emotional but think of this before your judge. When last you had a good meal eating your favorite thing in the world, did you give rhyme or thought or reason for the ecstasy in eyes you rolled; at some tasty tidbit that you were eating? Did you give a damn if you be judged?


The food in front of me is for eating, no matter what dietary issues I have. Whenever I'm hungry and have money for the spending, the food I eat is in my control.


And ahh the deserts, the snacks for repleting my fading feeling of being full. The cakes, the ice cream, the chocolate I'd be needing as I fill my mouth my sighs are uncontrolled. Then when it ends I'm full and contented. No matter how guilty I'm made to feel in the end. I've had my fill and satisfied I'm sleeping. To wake tomorrow to begin again.




The food in front of me.




Real Stavation


by M.A.R




I think I know when my belly rolls


and I feel as if I haven't eaten for days


that I know what true stravation is


but truth be known I have not a clue.




Real Stravation


is when stealing


becomes an option.




Real Starvation


is when torn


between paying


your mortgage


and feeding your


children, you choose


feeding your children


everytime!




Real Starvation is


when you think in months


instead of hours about


the last time you ate a


good meal. Hell the last


time you ate.




Real starvation is a mother


crying in the night at a dying


baby whom she couldn't feed


the day before.




Standing on line at the fast


food counter, mumbling


to yourself for the line to


move as you wait for your


Meal Combo is not.....




Real Starvation.


Sorry folks but those are the facts. But if your really starving here in this city are a list of food banks you can go to or contact:

http://www.worldhungeryear.org/nhc_data/nhc_02.asp

http://www.worldhungeryear.org/nhc_data/nhc_02.asp

With those two, you can type in your city and a list will appear that will give you address to these food organizations.

Good luck.

And for all others please donate to your local food bank. Some really starving people would appreciate it.

Peace,
Clueuin

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Looking Forward to the Morning Light.

Looking forward to the morning light.
By M.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

First day for the rest of my life.
Looking forward to the morning light.

First step was the hardest part.
Looking forward to the morning light.

First time in a long while that I've look
forward to a new day dawning.
First time I've understood Sting's song;
'Brand New Day".
First time I go to bed looking forward to
tomorrow and not think; 'why I'm I still
here.?'

Looking forward to the morning light,
stretching and yawning with a smile on
my face. The world is a wonderful place.
I hope it lasts, I hope it lasts.

Looking forward to the morning light.


(Wrote this because I think I've finally
triumph over the red tape over at a certain
place I can't name because I don't need people
judging me right now. But I hope this poem inspires
someone who's had too many bad days. C.U.I)

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

My Wellspring's Flow

This Edifice So Strong
By M. R (A.K.A Clueuin)

I look upon this building with foundation so firm.
I ask myself will it stand?

This edifice so strong, standing tall. Forever rebuilding
Upon it’s foundation. Only time will tell if it will stand
the test of time.

The winds of time and change are so strong. Will this edifice
to love and strength stand firm or bend?
Firm like an unmoving mountain or Bend like a willow tree.
Can this edifice do both? Only time will tell.

This edifice so strong, stand tall. Forever rebuilding up it’s
Foundation. Will I find it still standing in the future?
Only time can tell.

This Edifice so Strong.

Oye,it's bright in here isn't it? Welcome to Clueuin's Art and Poetry Corner

O.k I've finally decided to do it. After writing countless Blog Post about what's going on in Brooklyn and NYC; I've decided to place some of my poems on the World Wide Web!
So sit back, relax, (look over your shoulder to make sure the boss or instrutor isn't looking at you, and enjoy some Art and Poetry complements of Clueuin. And if you have the time check our Clueuin 411 at : wwwmrclueuinbrooklynrules.blogspot.com.
Oh and I made it a little bit brighter on this blog because all art should be enjoyed in the bright light of day. Don't you agree?

Peace,
Clueuin