Best Freeloaders Poems
Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one second.
Giving us a perspective we never had before.
Showing us that our opinions are not the same now.
Sometimes switching to the opposite side in one second.
When we become the needy, we stop bad-mouthing the freeloaders.
When we realize how close we are to homeless, we maybe develop a little more empathy for them.
There are life-changing events happening every day.
We may go into some of them kicking and screaming,
But we still
Go into them
Changelings that we are.
Angel? Demon? Faerie? Crone? We’d best leave labels well and good alone.
Categories:
freeloaders, people, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Oh I thank heavens they're all gone now
My perfect holiday dinner, yet somehow
I managed to shut my mouth ever tight
When all hell broke loose Christmas night!
"This turkey is tough," I heard them all say
It's important I smile in a ladylike way
"Oh and did you hear that our Laura is gay
and Bonnie announced she's pregnant today!"
"Bill's running around on wife number three
he marries for money but none does he see!"
The kids they keep tossing their toys at the door
and their mother just sits, pretends to ignore.
Like I said they're all gone and I'm grateful indeed
Should you choose to host Christmas beware take heed
You'll not be appreciated not even an ounce
and all the freeloaders upon you will pounce...
But this is my last holiday greeting to host
Of this I am sure and most anxious to boast...
NOW STOP! Who is that? knocking on my door?
No you can't come in! You're placed on ignore!
open up let us in.....
you must be crazy...
get thehelloutta here.....
6/19/15
Categories:
freeloaders, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Para Todos~ for Everyone
This world works for all who work it.
Sitting and complaining, no, you will
not make it.
The Doers of this planet,oh, so hated!
The freeloaders walk the world unabated.
Victimhood, oh how we praise it!!!
True goodness~ oh how we hate it.
Envy and jealousy overcome us.
So soullost we hunt the good ones.
Searching for the people who blame things
on!
When it is we who all partake in bad
mouthing everyone.
You are blessed if this is not you,
You are indeed an angelic one,you!
God walks with you!
Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
11:45pm PST
Categories:
freeloaders, good night, how i
Form:
Free verse
Judge Not
Judging human parasites—freeloaders
Foul fodder feeds these plights.
Judges accost not mans flights.
Homeless victims feel the blights.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
References: Englyn Unodl Union (Straight One-rhyme Englyn)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/411009
Categories:
freeloaders, social
Form:
Englyn
The onset of construction
Left a gaping excavation.
They built a chain link fence
Around the hole.
Once the footers and foundation
Were sufficiently established
A dump truck load of gravel
Did its thing.
I have faith the task
Will be accomplished.
I have hope the work
Can be efficiently done.
But until I shovel
All that broken stone
Into the trench surrounding the slab,
This jobsite won’t be up to building code.
Of the virtues,
Faith, hope, and charity,
The only one that requires
Personal action
And accomplishes anything
In this world is charity.
Faith and hope are mere freeloaders
That only look after themselves.
Categories:
freeloaders, allegory, character, faith, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Tommorrow's Brighter Day
is what we wish for, isn't it?
It always offers just a bit more time
to set the scene before the curtain rises,
before the houselights dim,
the orchestra to take a break,
before some truth is caught in frolic,
covers its face, and vanishes in shame.
That legendary day, alas, does not draw closer.
There it is, cemented in nostalgia,
reachable by sacrifice, and distant
by the falsity of pride
that always thunders at us
with deceptive voices, carefully enunciated
to an educated ear.
Only freeloaders must beware.
Only truth which must endure
will manage to survive,
and even that must struggle mightily
against the vanity that festers
in our coveted wounds.
Yes, my love, tomorrow!
Sign the cross. Ressurect the rosary.
All creatures of our God and King
will bow once more to every majesty
we have created--every tale
that draws the heartstrings tighter.
Or simply let it be.
Everyone can play; no act of modesty negates.
Reach. My own is with me still,
though I flash back six decades--
it was time to say goodbye,
that which remained, unverbalized.
His gaze and mine, an intercept
that would never be resolved.
~
Categories:
freeloaders, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Storms do not last
They happen very fast
But the damages stay
In the trays, in the hays, and lay
With us for a very long time
The memories are worth more than a dime
The souvenirs disappear
The bad judgments reappear
From time to time on the screen
Destroying heart and spleen
The happy times don’t last forever
But the humiliation, the deception
Will remain from generation to generation
God is good, God is fair; God, however,
Chased Adam and Eve
Because they messed-up big time
They committed the wrong crime
Bring me a bottle of Aleve
To erase and obliterate the bad memories
Bring a case of Vodka
For my friends, so we can enjoy the festivities
Play some Reggae, some Konpa,
Some Soukous, some Polka,
Some Calypso, some Samba,
And let forget the bad times,
And the ignorance of a few
Chase the party crashers and the mimes
Evict the audacious freeloaders
So we can enjoy a better life
Ignore the clowns and the actors
Do not bring the knife
Because security is tight
Bring the spotlight
After the nefarious storms
And stay away from the big bosoms
Spring brings flowers and fever
The happy times won’t last forever.
Copyright © April 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
freeloaders, emotions, environment, hyperbole, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Window is open,
Birds fly in for a free lunch,
Serving gourmet worms,
Fried with salty sunflower seeds,
Freeloaders are in heaven.
Categories:
freeloaders, food,
Form:
Tanka
In a small town in Nevada
lived a man named Joe McCoy,
he never touched a bottle,
never bothered or annoyed.
He was a dark-haired bean-pole,
rarely even shot the bull,
the only thing said about him
was that he was always moral.
In fact Joe was so square that
folks didn’t even use his name,
they all called him ‘Moral McCoy,’
born without hint of blame.
Moral tipped his hats to the ladies
whenever they passed by,
and whenever he talked to you
he always met your eye.
He did the work of two men,
had no trouble with the law,
always went to chapel on Sunday
to give his due to God.
Yes, he was a good man,
to all he was quite fair,
but one man hated Moral,
the hired gun ‘Spike’ Kildare.
Something about quiet Moral
always rubbed Spike the wrong way,
and his dislike came to a head
one dreary, April day.
Spike stormed into Carol’s restaurant
with the roar of an angry man,
said,”McCoy get your damn sheep
off Boss Taylor’s gazing lands”
Moral had finished eating
snd said,”I’d be glad too.”
but before he could get up,
a Bowie knife Kildare drew.
He advanced on Moral slowly,
menace cold in his words:
“This is the fourth time it’s happened,
I think now you need to learn.
“The boss don’t like freeloaders
grazing damn sheep in his yards,
you’ll remember that from now on
every time you see your scars.”
Spike continued forwards,
meaning to carve Moral red,
So Moral pulled his thirty-eight
and shot Spike through the head...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
freeloaders, adventure, change, character, evil,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The powers that be, undefined, ruthless, opaque authority
Shapeless, bodiless, upstanding folk, coercing the majority
Overseeing applications, supplications, ensuring conformity
Specialists in quagmires, minefields, esoteric bureaucracy.
The powers that be, model citizens, high ranking royalty
Peerless above the law, protected from a droned society
Scratching each other’s back, freeloaders, freemasonry
Funny hand shakes, codes, wink wink nudge nudge faculty.
The powers that be, puppet masters, answering to nobody
Church going pagans, planted within god fearing laities
Penchants for young hookers, high class swinging orgies
Masters of the universe, demigods, self serving deities.
The powers that be, off the radar, shirking accountability
Magnates, judges, ministers, businessmen, your attorneys
The A listed, elite, endemic, prevalent, shrouded in mystery
Wrong side of these people, you’ll disappear no conspiracy
The powers that be, yet another victim, where’s Khashoggi,
Are his killers really in prison, more likely given new identity
Some ask too many questions, Maltese journalist Daphne,
Blown up in a car, getting too close, unsettling the fraternity
The powers that be, its not possible I’m losing it completely
Because I believe a certain ilk, walk amongst us with impunity
Live behind walled estates, big donations for political parties
In return, yes sir three bags full sir, here’s to your anonymity.
By
David kavanagh
Categories:
freeloaders, abuse, allegory, allusion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Freeloaders
Those who feel entitled to what others have
While envying and resenting them for having it;
Isn’t this a second cousin to an oxymoron?
Tom
Categories:
freeloaders, work,
Form:
Free verse
Haute Prejudice.
Wrapped around manicured fingers,
Carats and ounces.
Flung over muscled shoulders,
Pin-stripes and silk.
Shoveled down open mouths,
Caviar and oysters.
Reeking from each pore,
Prejudice and hate.
The reeking odour is alive.
It is carried by the forlorn breeze,
Wafting through mansions and jacuzzis.
The reeking odour of the whispered epithet,
Lingers on as the perfume fades away.
I try to hide.
In dusty corners and trashy alleyways.
I try to escape the noxious smell,
As I flee into a crawl.
Yet the pervasive smell of hate in the air,
Swirls and invades and mutates and propagates.
The bile rises,
Nauseated,
Sick with mock pity,
For those fighting over the scraps,
In our gleaming city.
'freeloaders' and 'bums',
White, brown, black, pink, yellow,
And those battered into shades of black and blue.
Will it ever end?
Perhaps never.
Not until I realize,
That 'they' are me,
And that I am you.
Categories:
freeloaders, hate, history, peace, people,
Form:
Filling a Void
…..feelings like
disappointment or
fulfillment, mistreatment or
kindness, loved or
neglected
are clear moments that
teach me
to step back, cope with my story
……and sometimes,
life story is just terrifying limpid, and
some days, I
rather
collapse and back away
at that point, I
lean in
to this bold expedition….
withholding
my endowed giving character to
a few
freeloaders
Nothing
is insurmountable
bounce back from injustice
filling a void, shield my heart
simply
Cease-Giving
blindly
Categories:
freeloaders, beautiful, character, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Nobody can crush your dreams.
Your blessings will come in reams.
Strivers are winners, not losers.
Things happen for a good reason.
Do not fear a strange season.
Things will be fine; if the trousers
Fit, wear them. Make the best
Of every situation. The rest
Of us loves you and is praying
For you. This is sad and intriguing.
The world is big. Everybody is watching.
This looks like a big sting,
But you have a great future
Ahead of you. Mother Nature
Is patient and watching too.
Everybody loves you.
You are innocent of all charges.
Do not worry about the changes.
This sort of things happens all the time.
Be calm, because you've committed no crime.
God is on your side, as you go forward,
As you advance toward the ward.
Your rewards and trophies are forthcoming.
This is a big world. Everybody is watching.
Beloved friends, Ignore the tiny splinters.
Dreamers are not losers; they are winners.
Nobody can crush your dreams.
Nobody can dent your metal rims.
This is simply a minor setback.
Great champions take a huge step back,
Before breaking the long standing world records.
Figuratively, sharpen your swords.
Many decisions are temporary.
There are plenty of flowers on the prairie.
Do not ever fear the unknown,
Open the windows to view the lawn.
In spite of all, you have a great future,
Because you're young, smart and matured.
This is a delay, you will be fine,
You will be the first to cross the line.
Strivers are winners, not losers,
Not cowards and not freeloaders.
Dreams have no limits, no borders.
Dreamers are winners.
Copyright © September 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
freeloaders, confidence, conflict, courage, crush,
Form:
Rhyme
Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.
Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.
A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife complained, I showed her.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine,
I may be lacking protein.
Of late, I seem unable;
Perhaps it is my hygiene.
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Another of the 4 stanza poems where the 4th is constructed from the non-rhyming lines from first 3 and the first line from the first.
This one is 7 syllables throughout, so depending on the definition of a jueju, it fits that category, as described in "Dawn song".
It's also fairly stupid, just trying to get the hang of this 4th stanza as
a summary of the first 3...
Categories:
freeloaders, missing, muse, silly,
Form:
Rubaiyat