Best Disadvantage Poems
I’ve read a lot about the stars—
sought precious knowledge of deep space.
Wondered when we’ll go to Mars—
pondered if we’ll leave this place.
Some problems here on earth, it seems;
though much here that I treasure.
But is it still a field of dreams,
or merely life in search of pleasure?
Nothing here we really own.
In error the thought we can possess.
We’ve mastered the installment loan;
now we are addicts of excess.
Has it always been this way?
Searching daily for advantage?
Hunting for the easy prey?
Putting them at disadvantage?
Consider then the nascent earth,
rolling forth in its perfection.
Safe for us from date of birth;
lives within our world’s protection.
Shouldn’t we give something back;
become ardent stewards of all life?
Summon strength that others lack;
depart from paths that beckon strife?
In doubt that you might shepherd change
and render chaos into sanity?
Offer truth in fair exchange
as worthy bargain for humanity?
This would be a daunting task—
challenge to the noblest mind—
yet some are unafraid to ask
what they might do for humankind.
Let thus emerge a sacred mien,
that one with purpose can surpass.
For lawns could never be so green
without each single blade of grass.
50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears
War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades
Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.
Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?
Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!
Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread
I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.
Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!
WAKE UP!
Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-
I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses
Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits! Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late
One fine morning the mirror showed
some silver strands in my black hair
though few in number but very bold
started sprouting here and there.
For me it was a disadvantage
started thinking to get rid of them
so that I could hide actual age
told my son,'Let's start a new game'.
With him soon I made a small deal
'Rupees one for each silver hair,
just pluck them off my black head,till
no more patches remains there'.
Merrily he agreed with that,and
whenever wanted to make some quick bucks,
used to tell me,'Just lie down dad,
I can see some patches to pluck'.
Soon those silver strands disappeared
son was happy with the bucks he got,
but something different started to appear
the mirror now shows a big bald spot'.
© kash poet
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Placement: 5th; (December 2011)
Contest:Silver Strands
Sponsor:Susan Burch
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Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
When they flash fire, and she states, “I don’t
Believe it”, this man knows the envelope
He has pushed one too many times, and
Humbly kneels; the hour of penitence
Has arrived. To bring to her pleasure,
Where those dark limpid pools in abundance
Glow graciously in gladness while gazing
At me is, indeed, my aspiration.
A man can feel at great disadvantage
Trying to navigate a woman’s soul
By she’s given you a roadmap in code;
Learn the language of her eyes. Believe me,
She wants you to succeed. Soul storms, sunshine
Are seen by he who makes her his passion.
For the love of man
That which I see
So hollow and empty
(Like a casket yet filled)
Yet still, something inside cries
For empty arms have what to hold
At what cost
Should life be bought
(The price of war)
Over love that’s sought
I shall take my penitence
As well as my leave
For it is our choice
That which we believe
You know my disadvantage is
having no Poetic knowledge. I
I looked up E.E. Cummings and
read some of his poem's and I
have no idea if this poem will
be acceptable, but hey I tried.
Night is coming
Even though it already looks and feels of night
It isn't here yet
Gray veil covers the sky
Rain plays its sad tune
But pink flowers contrast green on Japanese Magnolia
Night is coming
Color blind person would not be able to see
The green leaves that are in contrast to the pink
Nor could they see the contrast between the white and green on the Bradford Pear
Night is coming
Rain increases it rhythm, the grayness in the forest deepens
A heaviness weighs upon my body making it uncomfortable to breath
The rain washes the pollen away for right now
Night is coming
Colorblindness would be a disadvantage for a person in many ways
Some of the beauty of spring would be lost
But they would probably notice shape and design more than someone who sees color
Night is coming
When the darkness covers over me then I won't be able to see how to write
This would be a great disadvantage in accomplishing finishing this work
The yellow green or banana yellow yard light has come on it light radiates outward
In the distance a very large tree reaches upward skeletal but has few spring green
tiny leaves that contrast the gray sky.
If I were color blind I would not see that.
The phone rang early in the morning waking me from a sound sleep,
The hospital called to say that Gramma had gone into a coma deep,
I’ll get dressed and come to the hospital right away to sit by her side
The nurse said don’t bother, she won’t know you, and alone she died.
...and the door opened, from deep within, something stirred inside.
Excruciating pain happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere,
What is this, I am only fifteen, it gave me the biggest scare,
You have stones the surgeon said, it is a gallbladder attack,
Had major surgery at a young age and I never looked back.
...and the door opened, from deep within, my life began to get on track.
After two heart attacks that left you with only 20 percent cardiac function,
In a wheelchair from rheumatoid arthritis, your life was now at a junction,
Caring for you at home was no longer an option, we could not manage,
Dying in the nursing home, a private room was their offered advantage.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I had to right this disadvantage.
Your mind slipping, caring for yourself was something you no longer knew,
With complete guilt, the admission to a nursing home was all I could do,
Eyes vacant starring off in space, you didn’t know me or any other guest,
Maybe it was self-preservation that protected you from this place, it was best.
...and the door opened, from deep within, I tried to continue on my quest.
After this, I took early retirement but feeling I still have more to give,
Quietly I listen to your last story as you work hard to continue to live.
Sitting with you while your wife goes out, I tenderly hold your hand,
For no one should every feel alone or abandoned, in this our caring land.
....and the door opened, from deep within, being a nurse is all I understand.
Written September 30, 2011
For Paula Swanson's contest
Opened doors
Won 5th place
Considering the bitter cold of this wintry Sunday,
even those roses will freeze in less than two hours;
I'll do away with flowers, not forgetting a chocolate heart,
what will save Valentine's Day is something totally different!
Huddled like two cold bears, we watch the day slowly unfold;
there may be snow and gelid winds to frost our window,
but inside is so warm and passionate kisses are wild...
I will turn into handsome Valentino with that sensual glow!
We should be somewhere in California by a calm shore,
holding hands and exchanging words that poets adore;
and we can make believe that midnight is moments away,
oh, this thought of clever imagination vanishes in midday!
We can't be disheartened by the February's bizarre weather,
it's a disadvantage, but also a chance to explore new feelings...
we can set a date for a get-away-vacation to sunny Bel Air;
so with this in mind, let's smooch and roll in some warm sheets!
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?
too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?
most every elected official in most every country in this world
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?
there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
13 February 2010
The Handicapped
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Senryu poem
The handicapped,
unable, at a disadvantage
emerged as winner and versatile leader
A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented
My identity…Was molested.
My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed to cause the white man stress.
And brown was a tan on the white man’s skin,
But brown on a brown man stirred anger from within.
My thoughts and views were misaligned, with rooted, selective, historical lies.
My identity…Was compromised.
I was now paradoxically an exotic delight, a shameful pressure to apologise
For the privilege of living in the civilised world, where white and West comfortably merge.
My education spoke of no oppressive past, the Normans and Saxons, unequivocal facts.
No mention of my ancestors, murdered. Indigenous peoples, exploited, slaughtered.
Building privilege through the strength of tyranny,
Calculated villainy.
White privilege, invisible to the white, naked eye. Yet it lives in every coloured breath,
In every silent cry.
I have lived with an unseen claim, that white is right and everything else is to blame.
But lessons in life inspired me to rise and pronounce myself with an internal pride.
To name and shame the blood-stained colonialist, the callous, indifferent, imperialist.
And from their murderous history, rose the modern man insecurity,
The truth, the bloody, brutal, truth, that is the black man’s reality.
Still evident today is a strong disclination, reflected in the ignorance of the nation
To admit that their historical success, was moralistically, humanely, a bloody mess.
But not all should hang their head in shame…it’s not you but your past that is to blame.
Yet the consequences of those crimes, have won you privilege and power through time.
And the legacy of the other: disadvantage, subjugation, intimidation, domination.
And still they make subconscious judgements, of my backward, other, non-conformist views.
A stubbornness in accepting and respecting the path that I decide to choose.
Delve deep into your history, open up your subliminal mind,
And ask the difficult questions, seek, unfeigned, with loosened pride.
Walmart
I despise you
The flea on the dog
Aphid in the garden
Disease that turns into plague
Wasn't to pleased we did business with you
Was out of my control,
Had to watch the news
He comes in my room
Look of disgust on his face
Units being returned
Okay, no big deal
They never reached the shelves
Gamblers disadvantage seems unreal
You reported units sold
Numbers don't add up
Some underpaid worker
Wasn't properly trained on your scanner
It's seeing loved ones hurt
16 hours days,
Sorting through sheisty distributors
No first grade teacher telling you how to read a contract
It's brutal
It's full of life
So when someone really screws you over
You're lungs clench,
They bite
Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Wedding coming up,
Bills wont adjust
You've made it hard
Your business tactics
Make broke so abrupt
I try to keep my head high
Attitude optimistic
Trying to make a dent in the world
Hard when you're a role model for retailers
They'll be sure to follow suit
The real fear
Companies don't learn
Brick n Mortar stores will bump up churn
Because the leader of the pack
Decided to cut prices and help
High price of Low Cost,
Still cant fit my emotions into words.
Big picture,
Big release for us
Small in comparison to others
Can't imagine the look on big distributors face
When they got their numbers,
Want Walmart to burn in hell
Still wouldn't be even
A distinct disadvantage to not looking one's age
Young'uns don't see any signs of decay
But believe it or not
The body's changes to rot
Young'uns won't get it till they're on the last page
© Jack Ellison 2015
I wish I wasn't dissapointment
wish I wouldn't hurt them more
if I could I'd give them ointment
healing sores I caused before.
i'm supposed to be a grown up
yet down, so growing's slow
the past; I sure did grow tough
from forgetting my first home.
~little house up on the shore
~is where I learned to walk
~baby crawling on the floor
~and I'm babbling to talk.
that house did nothing good
in fact, it feeds my demon
within i'm so much good
on the out i'm disobedient.
as if i'm mad at the world
pointing fingers, holding grudges
"how could you ever do this world?"
"tell me how to rise above this!"
...it's not a black or white,
yes or no, straight answer
it's a battle; have to fight.
try and beat emotion cancer.
i can't tell if I am weak
or actually put to disadvantage
until then, i'll sleep
i love em' all behind the:
lies
hurt
drugs
theft
tricks
anger
greed
total damage and bad habits.