Best Born With A Silver Spoon Poems
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
I'm thankful for that.
I know the value of a dollar.
Everything I have I've had to earn myself.
I'm thankful for that.
I have a reason to hold my head up and be proud of my accomplishments.
I was born, raised and live in a free society.
I'm thankful for that.
I take for granted freedoms others only dream of.
I was raised to be charitable and to help others.
I'm thankful for that.
Otherwise I might look down on those less fortunate than myself.
I was taught not to be cruel and uncaring.
I'm thankful for that.
I could have become a very unkind person.
I am not wealthy. I work hard for everything I have.
I'm thankful that I can.
I'm thankful for good health, my job, my home, my car and all that I call mine.
I was raised to know there is a Creator and that He loves me and wants me to know Him. He already knows me.
And I'm Thankful For That.
Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain
The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk
Just another junkie
Now
I live in Tucson, in a trailer court on the South side
All Mexican, except for me the old Gringo
I speak Spanish, can get along with most anyone
With all the Mexican border drugs, things can get wild
I am getting old and taking things slow
Was sort of a paradise in the Arizona Sun
The owner has lights, security cameras, claims to be drug free
Even claims to be a heavy duty born again
Not like us old folks and sinner on the South
After a couple of years of watching, seemed counterfeit to me
Said by him last weekend, "This land is blessed, sin cannot get in"
He is one of those feller, born with a silver spoon in his mouth
There has been a murder conspiracy after me for years
By the Old Witch and the Mexican Mafia that continues
Severel months back I could feel a change in the atmosphere
It was the old witch had moved in, with her bucket of fears
Trying to scare me and make me sing the blues
Make me think that my end was near
But then last weekend I saw it all, a crystal ball view
The owner lives in California, was in town
Fell on hard times and the park is empty
Went to the witch and money people, "Anything that is what I will do"
But soon the Devil will let him down
Only to add to his up coming misery
He sold his soul to the Devil, just for a little gain
And maybe when it all comes down, will end this conspiracy
A long story made short, to the court I will report
Set me free, for him will be eternal pain
For a man that sold his soul, God can give no mercy
There are no troops in his fort
Tried to take my last dime, leave me down and out
But I knew that God would not let me fail
I can over come this evil pair
With God, the Devil cannot run me out
You see if have sort of left a "Paper Trail"
"Joe you have sold your soul, you don't even have a prayer"
We were sisters, but more like Cinderella and the ugly sister variety ...
and of course you always made me feel like I am the ugly one!
I’ve done so much for our parents for years
but you got all the glory ... and the privileges
A house, private college education, a car
Enough money to open a bank!
You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth
More like a solid gold coal shovel!
Everything I own I’ve worked my butt off to get -
holding down 5 part time jobs to buy my first car
I appreciate every single thing we own
You’ve lived on benefits for over 30 years
Oh and of course of bank of mummy and daddy
Yet when dad died
You lied and cheated and only thought of ME ME ME
Perhaps you should get an Oscar for your performance!
Believe me I wouldn’t swap places with you for the world
Forgiveness feels like a rotted grave ... you can rot in yours forever
Free verse only Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo
6/3/18
Tears of joy flowed down the mother's eyes
When she held the emaciated baby in her arms
Looking more like a skeleton than an infant alive
Two frail pounds of flesh, God's alms
She saw a survivor in him, as he lived through the night
She fought alongside him, it was their fight
It was her smile he got, and some say her gait
It was her strength, that helped him punch above his weight
Ever mischievous, with lips ready to smile
But willing to work hard, and walk the extra mile
Mother watched with pride as he achieved small milestones in life
For a while she could forget all the troubles and strife
Her boy grew up to be a strapping lad
He gathered accolades and it made her glad
She saw his transformation from frail to strong
To see further successes, she did long
But her boy wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth
Despite trying his best, his career did go south
He fell by the wayside, though he tried to go ahead
His efforts to gain success, got him failure instead
But the mother still smiles hiding her tears
Her boy is her pride, and all that she fears
Is that he doesn't lose heart and hopes he strives harder
And gets all the happiness and blessings he can gather
The mother still prays though God didn't answer her prayers
She prays for her boy to be happy and never have tears
Though the whole world may see her boy as a loser
He will always be the one she loves, always a son to her
Instead, I Choose To Honor And Then Gift
Yet another poem, yet another blog
On and on with my poetry I jog
Not to insult others or to degrade
Those with creative creations thus made
Instead, I choose to honor and then gift
Poems given to all and so uplift
Poets and other readers as a boon
Be they poor or born with a silver spoon.
I must ask why world's angst and such ire
Attempts by some to light a burning fire
We as poets post that which our hearts write
Wonder why some seek to make that a fight
Is not this world already sad and dark
Without some few setting another spark
Alas! The old saying is very true
Some live only to attack me or you.
Yet another poem, yet another blog
On and on with my poetry I jog
Not to insult others or to degrade
Those of creative creations thus made
Instead, I choose to honor and then gift
Poems given to all and so uplift
Poets and other readers as a boon
Be they poor or born with a silver spoon.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2020
Rhyme,
( poem dedicated poets, those oft attacked for simply writing poetry )
from my blog posted.
With none in my infant's mouth, I was born
Even though a big silver spoon I craved
Of an affluence, I was left quite forlorn
Hence, contentment without the spoon I craved
For myself, a black wooden spoon I made
Spooning my mouth with every contentment
Said I then to my heart: 'good it's self-made'
Oh! I love the darkness, my excitement
In my tea cup, there was a stubborn storm
To break my spoon it gladly desired
With a strong resistance and great reform
Courageously said my spoon: 'you're fired'
The stubborn storm it calmed, where art the loon?
So adorable! My black wooden spoon
N.B: I have used 'my black wooden spoon' as a metaphor for contentment.
Stanza 1 expresses my wish to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth (I.e to be born rich)
Stanza 2 expresses my self-discipline, diligence and contentment since I wasn't born rich.
Stanza 3 expresses that there are trying times difficult to deal with.
Stanza 4 expresses how contentment calms covetousness especially if one is a loon.
My Bio
Born fish, a number three, perfect swimmer in sea,
Dearest child of my parents, eldest of the three,
Born with a silver spoon, a royal childhood,
Romantic and lively teens, witty and keen,
By God's grace, blessed with the best,
Burnt night oil in studies, to later realise,
Education doesn't surely turn you wise,
Married to my love, I am on cloud nine,
One sweet son, reason to dine and wine,
Extremist, passionate and quite a lot crazy,
Always on the toes, never ever feeling lazy,
Travel, adventure, peace and nature loving,
Dear friends my beats tugged at heartstrings,
Corruption and cruelty I can't tolerate,
Subjugation of women the most I hate,
Greed and selfish attitude makes me cry,
Gender inequality a curse so rampant but why?
New sunshine brings hope, it's my supper, it's my tibia,
Upma daughter of Anand and Sumitra, Chandigarh, India !
Written October 16th, 2014
For contest 'Bio poems' by Regina Riddle
9/17/18
"Blues""
They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo
Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru
Just love me, since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu
I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu
Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s
Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues
Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws
Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise
Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes
No longer amused
Or Enthused
At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom
I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove
She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes
Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude
Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon
Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune
Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods
Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune
Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed
It's okay because this afternoon
It will all be over soon
Pushed her womb from North to South
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth
I cried and cried and had swollen eyes
Surprised to see, my mother still smiled
Played a lot in her arms
Entered a life full of charms
Believing in all fairy tales heard
Had my own beliefs, though absurd
Then buried under depths of teenage
Pushed into orthodox caverns of stone-age
Amidst I fretted for cramming inked words
Still couldn’t reach the expectations how absurd!
Leaving ‘teen’ entering a new phase
Peeping into the mirror, searching for my true face
Became a good human, gave people smiles
Parents gave an inch, I took it a mile
Got tied with threads of 7 circles
Made promises to stand together against all hurdles
Then my existence took a re-birth
Stood my children unearthed
Took deep care & paved a way for them to live
A reflection of values that yet my parents give
Getting older and older, day by day
Lacking depth, in what I say
As now, that silver spoon has rusted
With nothing left, I stand disgusted
When I was born decades were to come
Now I stand ahead centuries undone
I came in this world and I cried
And could see a world that smiled
& now when I’m going I smile
Leaving behind a world to cry
Covering my body,
With my heart pumping its last beat
All colours fading to a white sheet
Closed my eyes now forever
Knowing I won’t get this life ever
Repenting for all my hurtful deeds
Regretting for every unsown seed
Standing at the Horizon
Where ocean and sky meet
No way to take a turn
Time for me and God to meet
Reaching the Horizon of Life & Death
Phew!
I took my last breath.
Life is a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
Let it all be a big surprise
We're just along for the ride
Some make a lasting impression on folks
Some don't as hard as they try
Some seem destined for greatness
Born with a silver spoon
But in the end, when your number's up
It's farewell financial tycoon
The most successful entrepreneur
Cannot opt out of the plan
It's not the size of your portfolio that counts
It's your value to your fellow man
When we really get down to basics
We put our pants on one leg at a time
So give yourself a reality check, folks
Be helpful be generous and kind
Life is really a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
© Jack Ellison 2014
A Silver Spoon
In my mouth was not born with a silver spoon
So God when you take me to heaven soon
To many facts I must become resigned
Hardly anything have I ever left behind.
One is wife who I love through and through
Who was always faithful to and then true
Children who to us from God had been born
And each came to us on an early morn.
Numerous friends behind will also leave
Yet still knowing in God I should believe
Knowing in my life what was meant for me
From all earthly things will set us all free.
On earth are material things all around
While God's love is there and does surround
Us all as we shall start to see His open door
Which will be way to heaven forevermore .
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran, Poet and
Member of Board of Vestry
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Siddharta Gautama Buddha
born with a silver spoon in his mouth, tired of reading sutra
awakened to the fact, fine clothes were uncomfortable, impairing
sat under a tree, contemplating the spiral of existence while navel staring
Tried writing stuff of a serious nature
Just knew it wasn't for me
Dabbled a bit but I just couldn't hack it
A humorist is all I'll be
It's not exclusive, still write about love
Some about conflict and war
But I'd rather write about a sorry dude
Slipped on a banana peel and swore
Don't call me Burns or Shelley or Keats
Prefer ones that make me cackle
Guess you could call me low brow poet
Causing one's tail to waggle
Was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Fortunate when so many struggle
Don't call me down, it wasn't a choice
Much like the law of the jungle
The luck of the draw, whatever you call it
Really didn't have much of a say
I was truly a product of World War II years
Still happy to this very day
© Jack Ellison 2015
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,
Neither on the night of full moon,
Yet,
I was showered with their grace,
They were divines in human face,
Nothing in my life I was denied,
They were the ones, who were my guide,
I was bestowed nonetheless affordability,
Thanks to their quintessence magical ability,
They were constantly present for me,
In times of worries and of course of glee,
They nurtured me to be a healthy sapling from a tiny seed,
They enlightened me perfectly, how, to lead and proceed,
I was fortunate to share their secrets basket,
They have always been my lucky mascot,
Nothing in my life was complicated,
As our bond was accurately conjugated,
The worst part was when they went away,
It was due to their work commitments, they had to convey,
Still
We continued to share same emotions,
Though the distance among us was vast as oceans;
The chemistry we shared was interesting,
They would know my actions, even before I was debuting,
Time vanished at faster degrees,
The life was so much at ease
Today, we are not together geographically,
for we are associated spiritually,
I am blessed to have them in this lifetime,
As the part they play is very major and PRIME,
Whatever I could learn, instill and inculcate within me to move ahead and further,
Is directly proportional to the efforts and attempts made by my distinctive BROTHERS!!!
I owe them my success and happiness,
How would i return them, coz the list is endless