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Write a short poem or prose piece to encourage support for your favourite cause or charity. Try to inject some humour. I'll do one to get us started. Tag me and I will reply to all entries.
Ended June 2, 2016 • 4 Entries • Created by DavidMark
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Write a short poem or prose piece to encourage support for your favourite cause or charity. Try to inject some humour. I'll do one to get us started. Tag me and I will reply to all entries.
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What the doctor told me

Doctor don’t be a tease

Can you give my soul ache ease?

Read his answer please.

Counting ten million

Refugees fleeing famine

War and disease

Forgotten sisters,

Brothers from your family tree

They are not some other!

Plucks at the heartstrings?

Can possibly do something?

My prescription’s here

To save guilty tears

Donations are entrusted

To Médecins Sans Frontières

Cheques and postal orders

You may safely forward to

Doctors Without Borders

Cheaper than snakeoil!

Works better than water cures

Quicker than a sneeze

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Write a short poem or prose piece to encourage support for your favourite cause or charity. Try to inject some humour. I'll do one to get us started. Tag me and I will reply to all entries.
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clarek in Poetry & Free Verse
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the spectrum of hunger

the child, eight, young girl

in a new pink outfit

sequined skirt

frilled shirt

beautiful luscious blond hair

shiny and soft to the touch

pale, delicate skin

bright pink lips and white crooked smile

holds her teddy bear

clutching its brown matted curls

"Mommy, I'm starving"

she whines drawing out the r sound

loudly exclaiming for all to hear

listening, a child next to her, a young boy

in tattered, ruffled clothes

mud stained blue pants

hole filled formerly white shirt

dark hair with hints of brown dirt at the tips

dusty to the touch

broad lanky shoulders and a

worn down face with 

dry white chapped lips

his skinny older face

covered with wrinkles and

aged too quickly

he stares blankly at the little girl

next to him

and softly utters

"me too."

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Write a short poem or prose piece to encourage support for your favourite cause or charity. Try to inject some humour. I'll do one to get us started. Tag me and I will reply to all entries.
samir37 in Poetry & Free Verse
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How long until we believe? Until we care?

Must the world flood? Melt? Self-destruct? What will it take to make us think "Hey, yeah, maybe there is something to that whole climate change mumbo jumbo after all"? Must the earth decline into a barren, scorched wasteland resembling Hollywood's vision of the apocalypse? Must aliens arrive, take one look around and say "damn, man, this shit is fucked up" and immediately leave before we realize that damn, man, this shit is fucked up? Must sea creatures take over the world via the ocean (there's only one, since it covers every inch of the earth, now) and put all the land animals in tanks and have us perform tricks at LandWorld (tm) before we think to do anything about it?

@DavidMark

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