Best Elite Poems
We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students who pay the cost,
in the real world they all suffer
for imbibing leftist nonsense
that they learned at academy,
betrayed by malign professors,
by ‘elites’ who are not elite.
We see them strutting in Hollywood,
convinced that their fame is greatness,
they want us to watch ever film,
yet our values they dismiss.
Thinking they’re on the cutting edge,
and the we’re all just inbred proles,
they think that lying well on film
makes them the people in the know.
Yet most of them have more spouses
when most people have fingers,
all their rapes are upsetting,
the pedophilia disturbs.
Once called the city of angels,
now just a Sodom on the sea,
a mess of ruined human souls,
an ‘elite’ who are not elite.
Glance upon the creative scenes,
you’ll find many more of this kind,
like the ‘artist’ who wants thirty grand
for a spray-painted orange rind!
Or maybe the plotless writer
who calls it ‘literary fic,’
bad characters just moaning on
about how they’re damaged and sick.
Don’t forget today’s architect
with his swiss-cheese ‘masterpiece,’
it’s supposed to be a building,
nut I looks like concrete feces.
I wouldn’t take any of this
even if given out for free,
they’re making all art hideous,
these ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Then there are all of the blowhards
who make up the modern news,
thinking that you will only see
the things that they pick and choose.
When any man with internet
can see through their partisan crap,
and lord do they get all annoyed
when you call them out on that.
If they cannot win they censor
and double down on their madness,
the idea that they can’t control us
is one they cannot stomach yet.
Those fools will tell me it’s raining
while I walk down a sunny street,
it is far time we tear them down,
damned ‘elites’ who are not elite.
ELITE ELOCUTION
Pray tell
My belle
Bespeak thy spell
And pierce my fragile shell
To make of me a harbinger in hell
My belle
Please explain
My swain
How thou shall surely be the measure of my pain
Please make plain
The stain upon my life which you will, with certainty, ordain
And about all my merriment which you have slain
Poor me, left with nothing left to gain
Caught in a realm where the unruly reign
My swain
Kindly repeat
My sweet
Why you granted me such grievances to greet
While mourning the morning we came to meet
A pert lady, both pretty and petit
Who elucidates the elite
But is far less than discreet
And defined well my love’s ultimate defeat
‘tis true
That is you,
my sweet
So utter goodbye and please finally free me
Because with you it’s not easy for me to be me
And let me make it all quite clear
That I fear
I like not liking you more than I liked liking you, my dear
So there!
© 2009…..free cee!
Gold is the color in the veins of that ore
and red is the color in the veins of war.
Bankers have bested alchemists of old
and found a way to turn blood into gold.
With a false flag attack invent a foe
to rally the nation around a flagpole.
Then ignite emotions till a vengeance flows
that sends the troops to die in foxholes.
In the business of war you fund foe and friend
with flows of equipment to wars without end.
Allies and enemies, they’re both the same,
destroy and replace is the name of the game.
Equip your armies with bombers and tanks
then deposit the proceeds into the banks.
Blow them all up and when that’s complete
order replacements from the corporate elite.
Those who protest can often be coaxed
to close their eyes and join in the hoax.
Money has power to eradicate proof
and nullify all indisputable truth.
Morals and loyalty have prices and range
that are traded like stocks on an exchange.
As the bribes go up ethics go down
and there’s never a lack of sellers around.
The wealthy think they’re a class of high priests
and the crumbs of their greed are some kind of feast.
They are held in the highest reverence and awe
by those hungry for power and morally poor.
So anxious are some to devour the scraps
they lick up the floor beneath their bootstraps.
There isn’t a lie that they would not eat
to stay in the grace of the corporate elite.
Those who seek justice are told that the law
is a remedy that’s so righteously pure
that it will imprison the vilest of men
to rectify evil committed by them.
Those who believe the rich go to jail
are lost in the pages of a fairy tale.
There’s no happy ending at the close of the book
all chapters are written and penned by the crooks.
The “enemy is” those who threaten the pork
devoured by Wall St. up in New York.
And if you want some bacon to put on your bread
you’d better tear all who oppose them to shreds.
Put boots on the ground with a sky full of drones
to slaughter resistance in the killing zones.
Let oil and blood flood into the streets
for the profit and pleasure of the corporate elite.
Sahafat kar magar asool Kay Saath,,
Baran baran crore Kay bunglay na bana,,
Qatil group Kay khilaf awaaz to utha,,
Haq Sach ko jhoot say na Mila....
Note.syed iqrar ul hassan shame on you....
Sun run red across the sky
As the golden ore fadeth in the twilight
The earth was clothed in a cloak of dye
As bright stars ushered in the limelight
The tress then chants a song and thus pray
They swayed their heads gently and whispered
When the morning chased the night away
Their voices whispered and heralded
“Daddy’s precious Cinderella
More fairer than Gabriella
Bring in His precious Elite
Draped in cloth none compete
The Elite is Daddy’s only delight
She is among many her favorite fruit
Alive with color and full of light
Prepared as a bride in a frock cute
Daddy in the morning issues an invitation
To His Elite and gracious bride
“Yea! Thou art the bridegroom’s adoration
His Glory, complement and pride
So worthy my Son to be thy bridegroom
Make haste my Elite, the groom is come already
Bring in my Elite into the groom’s refined room
Love the groom and be thou steady”.
Six Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my MP had for free:
A partridge with all the trimmings.
It didn’t come from Aldi
On the second day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi
On the third day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Three Harrod’s Hampers, two vintage Champagnes,
A partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the fourth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers, two vintage champagnes
A partridge with all the trimmings,
And nothing came from Aldi
On the fifth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Five houses rent free!! four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers,
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the sixth day of Christmas the MPs did to me:
Lied through their teeth
Raised inheritance tax,
Froze all the pensioners,
Put thousands out of work
Crippled the economy
Cancelled local elections
Gave 50 million to terrorists
While I ate a sandwich from Aldi.
David Cox 22/11/2022
I have lost faith love and respect for the institutions
We should have the grit to face our negative image
I am saddened by what is happening today
Why do agencies support elite class mafia?
I am extremely disappointed by intelligence
What they are doing is condemnable
I have lost faith in Judicial System
Guardians and protectors are foes.
Gulam thay gulam hain
Supari kay gulam hain..
International terrorists in a figurative sense and growing numb to this slaughter...
Bewitched they believe that there is no god aside thee ? Fixations, fashioned figurines
Chanting off with their heads the middle class row his Cu Clux Plan from her Southern poll ?
Shouting someone get love's gun out of Bobbie Woe's hand; Guildman Saxe, these be foreign sands.
I've never tasted life, as the elite,
Nor been advantaged with copiousness;
But I've reveled in success,
And likewise, endured the anguish,
And frustration of defeat;
But still,
I won't impugn, those, having thoughts
That I've accumulated much;
"For little, is much, when God is in it."
For as,
God has readied each day,
He has situated me, with farish health,
To continue plowing on;
Perhaps this does infer,
That just being, places me among them.
As Joe’s voice sours and may fade
A candidate parade and trade
Could upgrade our choice!
We'll sweetly rejoice
If lemons become lemonade
THE ENLIGHTENED ELITE
know what's for the common good..
..ergo..democracy..we may safely forgo..
just leave this select..annointed..
to run the EU show
hear me recite from my 4000+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..
catch my short forms@strandpoet on twitter..
read my kindl guides on amazon
Pride myself as a giggle maker elite
Putting smiles on your kissers, I'm at your feet
At your service each day
To happy up your way
Enjoying life's ups and the downs to beat
TOPIC: HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
THEME: THE HOSPITAL OF THOUGHT NEEDS ELITE THOUGHT
HOSPITAL OF TOUGHT
But.....formally I need to talk,
nay today nor yesterday the tongues walk,
yet no one to listen to our Dearing voice,
instead, the tonic of suffering yet we drink by force.
Another day, the ball is rolling,
the right spot we are hoping,
Nothing again if not the next generation,
our scared moment won't have been in coercion.
Lots laughs, light light!
Nothing to cub, the problem is not slight,
but we ourselves living a life of hopes ??,
When we don't figure out the hopes.
Sick Nigeria,
needs an elite area
the doctor chosen by the people,
Shall upright be not a pupil but a pupil.
Alas! The empty chair,
needs someone who care(s)
not about himself but,
the entire hospital of thought.
If three they are or four,
Let carry the hospital and sick patients out of falls,
Nothing again if not for the next generation
Our scared moment won't have been in coercion
©?pukka
#fecund_writer
Number of Elite
Number of elite
All of them that trump may meet
Led to his defeat.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
THE ENLIGHTENED ELITE
Barack Ob .an elightened one .you see
gives us his view ..on UK and the EU.
Stay..stay..no matter what the cost..
on him ..the word democracy ..is lost.
..a typical enlightened elite.
has the audacity to interfere
in matters we hold dear..
The hypocrite ..Barack Ob
advocates for us ..a regime
the US would never countenance
..or decree.