Best Lap Of Luxury Poems
Brilliance and Madness
Howard Robard Hughes
Famously rich recluse
Dreams led him to the lap of luxury
Followed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD
Rich playboy aviator Howard Hughes
With movie starlets kept himself amused
Dated Katherine Hepburn
Bette Davis took her turn
And still more, which kept the tabloids confused
Born Howard Robard Hughes to a rich family
With English, Welsh and French Huguenot ancestry
Enjoyed a successful multi-faceted business career
But aviation and aerospace were his favorite frontier
Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?
You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.
You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.
Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.
If I were queen for a day I would sit on my thrown
loving myself and all that I own
being pampered from head to toe
traveling worldwide whereever i want to go
If I were queen for a day I would live in a castle
living the life of glamour free from all hastle
relaxing on a secluded beach in the bahamas
and sippin endlessly on bahama mammas
If I were queen for a day I would dreess to the nine
everything I wear would have me looking so fine
smelling of perfume that's oh so sweet
living in the lap of luxury just can't be beat
All hail to the queen which is me
be it real life or fantasy
but wouldn't it be great to see
a dream turn into reality.
Living the lap of luxury all that glitter isn’t gold
Whatever ‘retail therapy’ provides is not worth the soul
Compassion mixed with a dash of guilt thinking of the ‘have not’s
But it is not enough to stop waiting at the door for the UPS drop-offs
Money, greed, power these are the values of today
Torn between love of man or feeding the cliché’
Keep up with the Jones’ bombards the airwaves, everything airbrushed in between
When all looks just so, she’s a size 2, he’s GI Joe, and baby completes the scene
Then you will have ‘arrived’ so this is what ‘they’ say
ALIEN MIGRATION
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of migrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problems
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
© Jack Ellison 2013
Fairer to white lily is beauty of pondering mind,
Rather than lovely face, that we so apparently find,
Sharpened through acquired extensive knowledge,
Glory of sunrise, wisdom must one acknowledge,
Nature's lap of luxury, I sit and think,
Are we swindling hard on it, at a wink ?
Took more than hundreds of years to evolve,
Are we so quick ready to crudely dissolve ?
Cultivated distant thoughts come to my mind,
Romanticism to nature, why not unwind ?
Global warming , pollution and deforestation,
Can't we dedicate and devote to our nation ?
Cruelty to animals, man's worst instinct,
How many would we still make extinct ?
Gender equality another real concern,
How long will leave women to inside burn ?
My beauty is only skin deep, to delight of a lover,
Silky white gown, perfect choice of a ravisher !!
Written on 28/5/14
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Contest- Distant thoughts
Did the government read any
of the expert and professional articles about the nation?
No! he read the truth from his bible and quran and consulted ayinlala
And would not mind the bookworms whose domain would soon
Be salted with strike and downsizing for economic growth!
Did the government hear or see
The commentary on, and documentary of the nation?
No! he heard from the rumour mongering of his caucus, cabinet
And political godfathers who are nursing manifestoes
That would restructure and make a new LIE-GE-RIA!
Did the government stay at home
To quench the fire razing down the nation?
No! he always run abroad away from the raging inferno
To seek the opinion of white house,
In order to avoid embarrassment when he seeks asylum!
Did the government open his ears and respond
To the cries of hunger, protest, disaster, bloodbath and anarchy?
No! he sits on the lap of luxury within the presidential palace
And rides out with escorts and sirens in long procession
Leading the country to its final burial!
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of migrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problems
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
Johnny spent all his time hustling
Finally found himself in the lap of luxury
All the cash he had
Was so damn comforting
That somehow the clown
Had begun to think
That there was nothing he
Could do
That could bring him back to
That struggle he,
Knew well
But not well enought to keep
It all from crumbling
He'd forgotton
about all the stuff That he
Did
That put him in that lovely seat,
To begin with
All the stuff that he,
Claimed he was above
He ended up underneath
Left wondering
What coulda been,
To him it was almost like
It was all just a dream
Overlook a subtleties
And go from a humungus tree,
To Twisting Tumbleweeds
Now It'sall water under the bridge....
But not to the submarine
When Left to his devices
He got victomized
By his own vices,
Definitely wasn't living
What his best life is
Put him in a crisis, Irony quite thick
His main and his side chick said
Sianara
"I got better stuff to do
Than chill with you"
The two dimes split
Like 4 nickels, the ordeal,
Had forced him to, re-analyze his
Priorities And Re-Prioritize them
He had to admit,
His life was all out of alignment
His mind drifted
Constantly and took him for a ride that was difficult to exit
Stuck on the passenger side
Disappointed with,
His compulsive Decision making
Took way too many,
Devastating blows and hits
Rolling with the punches....
Someone must have broke their wrist
He tried to hold his head High
during those tumultuous times
But his thoughts were so heavy
It always sent his chin towards his chest
Now he's just,
Trying to let the lesson sink in
And hit the deep end,
So the next time he's put to the test
He can pass it while he's sleeping
& Rise From the Ashes
That he left as he slept
Like a phoenix
And stop doing things
Without Rhyme or Reason
What do you wish for?
Do you wish for that which
you think will make you happy?
Do you reminisce about happier times?
Yesterday is just a memory of what was,
not what is. If happiness is there then it’s dead.
Do you wish for a brighter future?
Does happiness live there?
Can you hope happiness in to being?
Do you know what makes you happy?
If not, you’re destined to be without it.
You can’t experience what you don’t know.
You can’t discover happiness “out there.”
Happiness is an internal adventure.
You can’t experience “it” if you
don’t know what “it” is.
Laughter is a consequence of happiness
but not happiness itself.
Happiness is a state of mind
not a commodity that can
be bought or sold.
Nobody can make you laugh
if you reject humor or
your soul is devoid of joy.
Happy people experience joy
even if indigent or in hardship.
The wealthy are sometimes miserable
even when dwelling in the lap of luxury.
Joy is the essence of happiness
that is expressed by pleasing others.
Happiness is spiritual – it engulfs you.
It is a journey, not a destination.
Enjoy this splendid and wonderful venture.
Today was yesterday’s future and
tomorrow may not arrive.
The time to be happy is now.
Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)
(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord
consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy - Laugh-In debt
ode to comedians Dan Rowan
and Dick Martin, no secret
at feeling flattered, though please
dismiss ambition to covet
(at least just yet),
yours truly adopted as house pet
argh... that beastly consummation beset
with challenge unsure weaken duet,
not absolutely necessary to whet
our respective appetites and asset
with words, quite obvious
twas love at first twenty six let
hors d'oeuvres suffice
me not here to exploit nor profit
concerning joint capitalistic venture,
whereby each of us signatory
contributing authors to beget
consensual reasonable rhyme or not,
yours truly doth deduce tenet
heavily to embark impossible mission
analogous good luck bouquet
to whomever doth cachet
more to the point, a whim woke
to assuage concupiscence,
cuz I gotta get get
preposterous simply to craft kismet
likened to kid in candy store lit
with excitement at sweet nuggets
mouth watering treats to offset
eating healthy vegetarian omelet
bloated overstuffed oaf think piglet
blessedly to young for slaughterhouse
five according to Kurt Vonnegut,
a fate far worse than death and taxes
now living in lap of luxury...
ah..., that's the ticket,
or perchance donning crown as kinglet
within safe porcine haven hamlet
whereat smart creatures use Telnet and toilet,
rather than pollute fields and/or streams.
We carry in us
the genes of our parents;
we carry in us
the Soul of Our Nation;
the sins – and, more
important – the climbing out
of valleys, to higher peaks of
Spiritual Truths and Values:
Whether one's ancestor born slave or free-man,
whether born in poverty or the-lap-of-luxury – just
born in the United States of America,
has been a blessing envied by vast numbers
of suppressed societies throughout the world, while
cursed by their Gutless Leaders. Don't let
Marxist Lies and Filth be the
Law of our Precious Land, purchased with the
proud blood of past Patriot's, and now
protected by presently serving honorable,
selfless men and women of the USA Joint Armed Forces –
Let God Rein, and not Evil, Twisted Ideologues.
Some are blessed with piles of money
others inherit the streets or keyrings
One baby born to the lap of luxury
a second awakens to grinding poverty
The earth rotates, the wheel of fortune spins
so much frustration, while fat cats grin
Just know this, my friend, there is a plan
an age-old formula, it proudly still stands
~ that of true love between woman and man
Man on the moon-
Why so sad tonight?
Do you see
all the world's plight?
Bombs are flying
there is no peace
As we search
for some release
The poor and weak
die of poverty
While others lounge
in the lap of luxury
Doors locked tight
criminals wander free
Living in constant fear
there's no security
Man on the Moon
that's why you're sad tonight
Because you see
us wallow in this plight.
FORGOTTEN
Marking time
With the church bell chimes…
How long will I be
Abandoned here?
Fighting a sense of hopelessness
Despair closes in
Will I ever be free again?
Brokenness or bitterness
Will be spelled out with time
As I struggle with
Complete surrender to
Your will
Trusting You to make me
Truly free
The soul can be
Imprisoned or free
In the slums of Calcutta
Or in the lap of luxury
I am imprisoned until
Being with You
Becomes more important
Than the freedom
That awaits me
Outside these bars of iron
mja