Aristocratic Poems

An Enemy of the People

O’ Hell!…to step aside, to slink along
the new-found, unstrolled alley road
and leave behind a heavy, long borne load—
Who would not, grinning, breathe a sigh of song? 

InDeed, to risk the chances, Right or Wrong,
to journey off the main paths, tippy-toed,
and dare the dirty sidetracks, blithely rowed
by dank needles, gross junk,—who, but one strong?

Our dear protagonist has found himself—
entangled—in most embarrassing affairs.—
The Many chuck stones to shatter his glass
words—(Truths he’s thrown into the gaping gulf
of public opinion—)adorning now his airs
with the plumes of the aristocratic ass!

Abcedarian Poem Because it is Great Practice for Me

aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope

In the Saint Osmund Church

Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London
In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart

Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never
The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out

Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man
Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state

This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul
This Mass burned into my soul. Forever

This Mass always accompanies me
This Mass always lives in me
It's an eternal inspiration

Somebody Pinch Me

The six o’clock news 
is on automatic
spouting static
while democracy
collides with
aristocratic

Gutter meets white house,
smells like an outhouses,
behind the Kremlin
on the Fourth of July

brings tears
to my eyes


I want to scream
but can’t wake up
from this dream
keep asking myself
why

why’d we do it

we had the chance
to change it
but then said screw it
and blew it

now were flying 
headlong 
head strong
into the end

gonna pay for that sin
again and again
with each stroke
of the marker

another freedom
sliced away
like a surgeon
before a holiday

no pain
no gain
just another step
backwards
until one day

we wake up
and find ourselves
with our tattooed
arms 
straight out

Civilization

I’m an Asian
So, I’m civilized!

-Really?

I’m a European; an American white
I’m an Oceania and I’m civilized!

-Really!?

I’m an African
Victim of apartheid
An oppressed black
But, I’m civilized!

-Really!?

I’m a highly educated
Preacher, saint-type motivator 
First-class nation of the continent
Aristocratic; elite business tycoon
Yes, only I’m civilized crown

I’m  a Muslim; a Buddhist; a Hindu;
I’m a Christian, a Jewish, and a civilized true
I believe in God and holy revelation
I’m religious and a harvester of civilization
I’m an ultra-modernist
I’m a hybrid atheist
I’m the super-food of civilized myth!

-Really!?
-Really!?
-Really!?
 
Civilization- sneered trade of cultural stage
Famine of fancy in the definitive heritage
All stand on lame peaceful feet to mislead
And invite you to learn from the ownership
Oh! By this word, all are a funny trader 
everywhere crawling as hidden viper!

©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25

Cats 101

  Today, class, we study the cat
    He or she is an acrobat
  Walks a tightrope 'tween low maintenance
    and aristocratic independence

  Some deem it common sense
    others, pure effulgence
  Your instructor used to be a kitty-sitter
    until he took a whiff of kitty litter

Onanist

The onanist

I know of a man when following a nature trail
saw a sampling of a tree that looked neglected 
dropped his semen on the tree in compassion
Years later, he visited, the sampling now a tree
which he sentimentally called my son and built 
A fence around it and cut the branches of trees
that touched his son.
It was a lonely tree with an aristocratic look
There it stood posh among the forest’s trees
where squirrels had fun, so sad, so gloomy 
On a stormy night, his son fell, and no one heard
the sound; the man said, my son, my son, why
didn’t I let you grow like a forest tree should?

Poverty

Poverty-
Now you are knocking the sophisticated door of poetry
Like the day-breaking light you have touched everything
Filed to wood, pond to port, road to road your screaming
Nothing is free from your close fist except first-world ally

Poverty-
You are the prevailed flag, flapping in the third world's belly
Like the scorching summer you have sown the drought seed
Burundi to Niger in your heinous care though civilized we're
On your haughtiness how wonderful our aristocratic society 

Poverty-
You and the imperialist are twins from the womb of vampires! 
For shining the self-throne both of you use each other equally
No religion is valid except the exploitation- your infrastructure   
On the hungry corpses by you another one composing divinity

O Poverty how wonderful ferocious you are
For you, no God is almighty except food fair! 


March 28, 2023

Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

The Painting

 
 
there is a painting at the art gallery,
I have a strong affection for;
it is a man that calls me from the past,
in the year 1670 lived this nobleman.

long dark hair falls to his shoulders,
a strong face with fathomless eyes;
eyes full a passion and desire,
he does not smile, yet I adore him.

I want to reach out to him,
he seems to see me, beckon to me;
come to me-   he whispers,
aristocratic is his demeanor, dignified.

O, but could I step within the frame,
be in his world-   in his time;
we would hold hands in silence,
for he would know without question  . . .

my heart and soul are his forever.

__________________________ 
March 01, 2023  (Repost)

Poetry/Freed Verse/the painting
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1528-736-01
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Submitted to the Standard contest, You Pick Again
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/02/2023

Third Place

The Frigid Finch

I Silently sipping the last limping remains of wine
within the crumbling confines of my glass.
guiltlessly glistening in the amorous arms of evergreen.
Lonesomely, my eyes lift themselves
up from my blackened
blue brass bottle of bitterness
and gradually grows aware
of the arid aristocratic atmosphere.
Lustered with the luminous larks
who lurk within the numbing neon
nature of the iridescent nightlife.
But among these unfruitful flocks
feebly flutters the faint fanciful feathers of the frigid finch.

Who still sternly staggers his weakened way through the
world’s wishful
word woven woodlands of what if towards the eternally
terminal edge
of mortality.
In search of an answer
patiently perched upon the topic of
what light lingers within the relieving realms of truth.

The Great Replacement

The great replacement 

 Through the bird’s world came the call of a land of plenty
rives, mountains, lakes and plains place for everyone
Millions flew to this Paradise, but mostly sparrows settling
inland where the wild oats were plentiful
Vultures came, eradicated the local birds, and nothing left
but paintings of birds with colourful plumage.
Raven, the incurable thief, occupied coastal march land
to get powerful, stealing a wonderful feather at a time.
The eagle took position on the highest peak, aristocratic 
showed, contempt for the lesser sparrows.
Until, a powerful, rich bird with flamboyant plumage
showed up and together, with the ravens, promised safety
for the lesser fowls and the negligible ones rejoiced they 
didn’t know they were pawns in a much bigger power play.

Everybody Needs Somebody

EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEBODY:

It's totally been a tough month,
To put myself up to try.
Smiled all day with open mouth,
But later turning into cry.
Holding on to fight,
Through this big plight.
It's truly been so tight,
And I nearly lost the might.
All I wish for was some love in the dark night. 
And who knew it would bring in a starke light? 

Indeed,everybody needs somebody, 
That's an unfailing avowed buddy,
Who's  an angel in a human body.
If you don't have one,
Then sorry you are not having fun,
Since that somebody will help you stand.
And make life sweet as strawberry wine.

I have a beautiful somebody in my life.
Yes,that's my wife,
An aristocratic mogul that I have.
Her love is an unfadable healing,
Her care is an unlimited soothing.
A proud mother of my great children.
Frankly,she holds the key to my haven,
An empress of my Eden,
In her heart am I hidden. 

Glory be to God for this gift.
She was chosen based on freaky sift.
Perhaps,I pray you get somebody too,
So life would be worth for you two.
I mean you...yes you...
My everyday reader,
who's also a sound listener.

Oh, Foolish Man

Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
  Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
    and if at me you keep pointing your finger
      I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten

Be off with your horde and their petty assails
  or I vow to scratch the eyes of those with you
    whose fatty buttocks are blubbery like whales
      Your gaggle flings vile insults as you pursue.

My whiskers are trimmed and yours are scruffy
  You know what I mean when I spit and hiss?
    You're not insulting me when you call me Fluffy
      I'm an aristocratic feline. I only answer to Priss.

If you draw nearer, I'll swat you with my paws
  Keep your dirty hands off of my marmalade coat
    or I swear I'll scratch you with unsheathed claws
      For your insolence there should be an antidote!

Greatness

What made Catherine the Great
The Great
instead of merely The Terrible
aristocrat?

Great is not her messianic
multiculturally inclusive
democratic therapeutic intent

Which is a surprisingly ubiquitous delusion
of win/lose
all or nothing LeftBrain
Either deductive persuasive Truth
Or inductive synergetic trust
and lust for Beauty

Rather than win/win
RightBrain co-operative
intuitive BothTruth/AndBeauty
Yang/Yintegral 
bilateral Great Climaxes
bicamerally integrating
dialectical InEgo/OutOther
co-empathic consciousness

Actively
curiously
courageously listening
for cooperative
co-passionate
co-governing Greatness

Not quite so
Business As Usual
patriarchal
hierarchical
capital-commodity invested
in StraightWhiteMale privilege

Kinda Terrible
terrifying
aristocratic entitlement.

A Little Bit of Nature

So is the coconut tree
       proud and imposing
       has wings, but only
       if it swings, it is not able fly... !
       That's the eucalyptus
       perfumed and aristocratic...
      it intends to grow
      and reach the heaven, to perfume
      its halls and play a fuss...!
      That's the potato,
      humble, simple and faithful...
      It only intends to live Its purpose and free...
      With its undergrowth,
      just desire to fulfill mission
       that God has entrusted to it....!

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