Best Fortunate Poems
Who are the less fortunate?
What are their names?
Are they the crippled,
the blind, the lame?
Is a man in a wheelchair
lesser than I?
His heart may hold treasures
that no one can buy
Does a girl without speech
have nothing to say?
Is a boy without toys
unable to play?
Do eyes without sight
shed any less tears?
Does a man who is rich
get any more years?
Just who are the needy,
downtrodden and poor?
Can we tell by appearance
or something much more?
Is a person's value
measured in zeroes,
or can even beggars
sometimes be heroes?
And just what is richness?
How is it defined?
By bank account numbers
or diamonds mined?
Is poverty simply
the opposite end
of having a home
and money to spend?
I have known people
of very great wealth
yet broken in spirit
and so ill of health
And I have known others
with nothing of worth
yet so full of gladness
and given to mirth
Richness in money
can buy many things
but a heart full of joy
comes without strings
We would do well
with our lives to take stock
though many would find
they're in for a shock
For all of my wealth
am I truly free?
Is it everything
it was cracked up to be?
And then came the thought
which couldn't be clearer
Perhaps one less fortunate
is in my own mirror
Some lives seem predestined -
etched with stellar grandeur
upon the crystal cradle of the universe
where solar winds sigh but a lullaby
and infinity is but an inheritance
whilst fortunes of the fortunate
are foretold and beheld in rococo charm
their dreams and heirlooms
and the laughter of charmed spirits
hung aloft on posh points
of pompous stars in chichi constellations —
as if so many hats
hung on the rack down the hall
Susan Ashley
July 2, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Why did they plant the magnolia
in the tight corner between the house
and the garage? There is no room for a tree.
Each spring, she blooms valiantly;
each summer, she stretches her branches
with the large leathery leaves
over the roof;
you cut them. Last year,
I cried. The blossoms
unfold in front of my window.
Today, the more fortunate magnolias
all over town already in full bloom,
she holds out a few pink buds like fingers,
and the mutilated trunk sprouts shoots,
and there is almost hope
that something new may, once again,
grow.
From my new collection "The Eden of Perhaps", Spartan Press 2020
I miss you,
You threw me away,
Away without a second thought,
A thought about how I'll hurt,
Hurt like the five other girls you played with,
Without a goodbye you left,
You left with cruel words upon your lips,
Your lips I've always wanted to kiss,
To kiss so tenderly and heartbreakingly,
And heartbreaking is all I feel,
I feel your eyes upon me as I pass,
I pass like we had no past,
Our past was one big lie,
A lie you gratefully tell,
Tell to anyone who will listen,
Listen with open ears,
With open ears I hear,
Hear all the tall tales,
Tales about you and I,
I being the less fortunate,
Fortunate is an antonym for you and I.
Who is the richer for being?
The one who is beautiful, being observed-
Or the one who is observing the beauty?
©dbyrne feb 2014
I love you like the springtime
always a welcome sight
the touch of your heart
warms my winters night
good fortune shines upon me
for some never feel a sunrise in love
waking in a sweet embrace
with a glimpse of heaven up above
truly I am grateful
for every radiant morning light
I love you like the springtime
always a welcome sight
Two men traveled down a passage way. One went left the other right. One man had happiness, the other strife. Which man chose the wrong path ? The one on the left or the one on the right ?
All men choose the path they walk,
But we are fortunate if we learn,
to be grateful for those who have loved us.
Your heart is far away,
yet I hope I can always find it.
We have:
Shelter to keep us safe
Protect us from the elements
And some of the human race!
Clean running water with just a turn
Food at our fingertips
Education for all to learn
Many forms of transport
Shoes on our feet, clothes on our back
People to help us if under attack
Doctors,hospitals, medicines when we need
All the comforts and pleasures of life
Freedom guaranteed
Others are not so lucky
They struggle to survive
Just to have the basics
To keep them alive
Such unfairness and hardship
To sustain and just be
Life so unjust
How lucky are we …..
Stuff on my mind has been puzzling me.
Like why have I been one of the lucky ones.
When they were handing out the happy stuff,
was I at the head of the line?
Was it my enthusiasm that made the difference?
For most of my life I've been this fortunate dude,
but for one exception, the passing of my first wife Linda.
Linda was such a loving soul,
a truly unique lady with a heart of gold.
She finally succumbed after a long battle
with that dreaded scourge, breast cancer.
With the help of Cathie, my second wife,
I realized life goes on even though at the time
I really didn't care one way or the other.
But the human spirit is very resilient
and we struggle on.
Aside from that very sad time, my life has been a hoot.
Laughter has always been key in my life.
There is so much unhappiness and tragedy in the world,
to survive, we must take a “c'est la vie” attitude.
I guess the bottom line to all of this is,
live for today and tomorrow will take care of itself
Now that surely makes sense to this old dude!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Its easy to forget, amidst the frenzy of the season,
That all this “sound and fury,” it happens for a reason:
That words, we fear, fall short somehow expressing what we’re feeling
And gifts will say, another way, how fortunate we are.
I know that I forget, sometimes, to thank you for your kindness
But knowing you, as I do, broadens my horizons.
I’ve become a better man, a better human being.
I won’t forget to show or say how fortunate we are.
Thank you for your friendship, thank you for your time.
Thank you for accepting me with all these quirks of mine,
But don’t forget that I am here when life, it sends you reeling.
I’ll find a way to help you see how fortunate we are,
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like
had I been born as one of the lucky in life.
I question how much different my life would be
If I had been born into wealth or high society
Would I have learned to take without knowing the cost
Would I find it easier to laugh whenever I lost
Knowing that somewhere the price would be paid
Saying “ I’ve got no worries …I’ve got it made”
Other times I wonder what it would be like
had I been born lucky with a face people like.
To be stared at and admired for something that was given to me
the gift of good looks…..the gift of beauty.
A price never paid, coming for free
and yet something where others looked on..
…in awe of me.
But instead here I am no more than a man
No more than average scrapping for all I can
Nothing Free,
Nothing Easy
………because Society smiled….
I had to make my way by walking hard miles
working hard so as not to be held back.
Yes I wonder sometimes what it would be like
……
to.
have.
been.
born.
lucky
Born into the high social graces
Born among the beautiful faces
born to never know the taste of work and failure
The taste of sweat as it rolled down my face
To have been born a child of Favor’s grace
I love that one
what's in this one
its got chocolate on it
try one of these
put cornmeal in it
apple sauce in this one
what does that do anyway
makes better texture
softens, adds a nice flavor
my, these are really good
are there raisins in them?
just cranberries, dates
finished breakfast
just had to sample
chocolate and the bran muffin
another cup of coffee
you need a little butter on it,
want me to bring you some butter
sure. what a fortunate fellow
cozy home, loving wife
hot muffins for breakfast
You wear luck
Like you were born to it
Bred to it
Like pink skin over old scars
New spanking suits on old men
This kalaidescope of favor
Falls directly into your lap
Yet
When your luck runs out
You scream and shout to the angels
Now you are in a place
Where cherubim and seraphim turn a
Deaf ear
You are forever bound to a solitary
Fortune
Independence day
My country independence day celebrations,yes
Iam happy to be a part of it but I have no role in getting independence to my nation.
I'm very much fortunate ,that I was born in a independent nation.i never knew what was the struggle for freedom in those days,I never witness the strength of spirit involved in fighting for the country.
I knew one thing for shore ,that this independence ,freedom what iam enjoying is because of so many great ,good people and their continuous contribution ,fighting for their nation.
They have done an excellent,everlasting,ever remembering job in getting their nation free from the British rule.
Today ,i can talk freely ,I can walk freely, I can share my views clearly without any fear in my nation is all because of them ..
What can I do for them? For their patriotism.
I can't give anything for them now,for their sacrifice except living my life freely ,proudly,sharing my opinions clearly for the developement of my nation .
I ,once again salute all the soldiers,freedom fighters who brought freedom to India and giving me a independent life
Thank you all ..
Happy independence day india.