Best Gated Poems
a gal with a very full plate
decided to leave love to fate
she had a ten year plan
and a sexy pool-man
at her house on the hill upstate
Living in a Gated Community
By Elton Camp
To live in a gated community was Joe’s ambition
Where outsiders could enter only with permission
And ultimately, this goal he managed to achieve
Life in such a place had perks so hard to believe
The gate was carefully manned both day and night
It provided a level of security that was out of sight
From the time the community’s operation did begin
Not one single intruder had ever made his way in
The strong gate was by no means the only feature
By which the place stopped any undesirable creature
A metal fence the whole community surrounded
Any unauthorized passage it effectively confounded
To the residents, for free, even utilities were supplied
All those provision made it a low-cost place to reside
Pesky salesmen could no longer come to Joe’s door
His visitors were those who had been approved before
People who pass by never expect to live there
However, they will often slow down and stare
“My old boss lives there & does not a lick of work.
All the cooking and cleaning is done for that jerk.”
There is grumbling from people who think it unfair
That those people don’t work but haven’t a care
“That’s a place with many an economic parasite.
For them to live in such conditions just isn’t right.”
Twenty years the judge said that Joe must stay
So, at his age, he’s not likely ever to get away
State prison has become his permanent address
But it is a true gated community nonetheless
Had I a duplicate of mine
I would surely go to town;
Confusing all authority,
I would boldly roam around.
Were there a duplicate of mine
I would surely see the A’s;
Seeing all there is to see,
I would satisfy my craze.
If only there was a duplicate
I would surely go today;
Over looking all formality,
I would enjoy the blessed day.
My very first poem written 39 years back:
Inspired by Yeats poem
Ever ending walls, are these walls ever ending? Slowely spinning world, will it ever stop spinning? Life is a passage, but is it really pre written? If god is "like wise" does it make him a victim?
We all give and take, so does it mean its a mistake,
That the reason we are here is only by fate?
My mind may alter my inner emotions,but by keepin it locked means its never even open.
So I must not accept this world or its fate, for my mind is my own, and for gods, its his gate..
Had I a duplicate of mine
I would surely go to town;
Confusing all authority,
I would boldly roam around.
Were there a duplicate of mine
I would surely see the A’s;
Seeing all there is to see,
I would satisfy my craze.
If only there was a duplicate
I would surely go today;
Over looking all formality,
I would enjoy the blessed day.