Best Moguls Poems
Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power
Backed by academic report?
Is losing determined
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?
Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?
How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated
Though clothes and hands are soiled?
Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?
Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?
Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone
With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind
Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged
Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God
The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics)
I Can't think well of a democracy
if nepotism and false promises
are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy
A system of governance can't appeal to me
if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy.
The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets,
together they howl for our divided attention
With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes
The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension.
Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly
of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls.
Why can't they simply choose leaders
from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals?
The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians
are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians.
Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes
They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises
Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters
To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas.
No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned
in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons
Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature
it purposely lampoons!
Then the demonstrations, remonstrations
but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas
So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful
maybe you won't be such an ass.
And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting
No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting
for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing
With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding.
Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking
really do make the world tick.
Or do they simply in many places cause
timebombs to parallel the clock's tick?
(ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate
of no-man's land ;
The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger vans with frying lard,
Ice cream parlours, sagging deckchairs and the sunlight blazing on.
Splayed upon the greying sands with butts of cigarettes in shallow graves,
Bikini babes in thin floss thongs, sun oil basted, lie and fry,
The effluence of sewage farms foams ochre crests upon the waves,
Cheap sunglasses and tinted shades warp vision as the seagulls cry.
Or are they coughing in the choking rise of hotdog onion smoke,
Or searing blast of diesel oil drove upwards from the fairground sprawl,
And do they dive for fish and chips discarded by the glutted folk
Until cholesterol weighs them down and they no longer fly but crawl?
Oh, I did like to be beside the seaside in the golden memories of my youth,
Before the tattooed mobs and greedy slobs and moguls came to town,
And though rose-tinted, real dreams of childhood wonder sing of truth,
But now I’d much prefer it if they torched and burned the whole place down.
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
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From glory to dust-2
F ragile humans flailing away at cataclysmic events, trying to
R ule the world without a clue, not knowing the way
O ut... Impressive they try to be, imposing their
M ediocrity in synchronicity with deceptive ideologies
G lamourously they present themselves as role models
L eaders of society, in the arts, and business moguls
O f the sports world, they excel high above the
R est of the competition, they are winners, never
Y ielding to doubt or fear, ever overconfident
T oo many times they reach the summit, the peak of power
O nly to find themselves crashing down into the mire of disgrace
D isillusionment will rule the hopeful mind and heart of the innocent
U ntil the day when they finally comprehend that humans on their own
S imply cannot control or manage the chaos that confronts this world
T ogether the impious and vainglorious rulers will return to the dust.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2017
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If time were currency, the markets would thunder~
seconds sold at sunrise, minutes bought at dusk.
Would the rich wear hourglass cuffs, their palms full of sand?
Would moguls hoard eternity in vaults of will?
If time were currency, the markets would stall~
seconds faltering at the altar of the inevitable end.
Would beggars clutch crumbs of twilight?
Would the wretched fold their hands, praying for a minute to survive?
If time were currency, ruthless time smugglers would flourish~
stolen seconds and rusted gears bootlegged, hidden in their pockets.
Would a grief-stricken widow purchase one final glance?
Would a remorseful thief return his first mistake?
If time were currency, time bankers would be ecstatic~
our seconds and unspent days bartered for kindness.
Would an abused wife purchase a moment of random kindness?
Would a cancer patient trade her kindness for a cure?
If time were currency, would we...
...be cognizant of clocks with hollow hands and hourglass smugglers?
…hoard the dawn, stuffing our pockets with moonlight spilling between the blinds?
…learn to spend time wisely before the last invoice of our soul is paid?
And how did things go with you, enquired the owl, of Dumpty.? Well he replied I travelled
quite a time and saw a few things on the way..' anything that points to foul play said the bird?
well on the way to where I ended up I came across some stuff said the Egg, really..' the
owl intoned leaning ever so slightly toward the egg..' what does it ' entail' the bird asked? as
at that moment it turned to preen its tail feathers..' well said Dumpty in a sibilant tone..!
As a matter of fact I think it best to discuss it further at some distance from here..! really
replied the owl again raising its eye feathers, and still managing to look refined in spite of a
slight waddle as it hurried along..' I..I well I don't know quite how..how well how to put it said Dumpty..!
to the owl, yet all the time looking over at the still prone form of the cat, but it appears.. Oh my: it seems...'
Dumpty said; that his name is..well its considered well.. Its a..a (square word) some nice guy name of
Daver Austin was celebrating some of your many exploits, and so on..and that's what happened..! It is as such classified..
I have even heard the name 'Moguls' mentioned..' in hushed tones around here,,' pray tell dear
owl, are they descendants of that Genghis Khan; by any chance..?
copyright joe maverick poetry 2014
Oh c !
What am I doing here?
I can't see the bottom!
I'm not ready!
It didn't look this bad from the bottom!
The moguls are as tall as me!
Black diamonds are some kind of watermelon...
Al's run...Taos, NM
Did he die here?
Am I going to die here?
At the bottom smiling...
Let's go again!!!!!!!
©Donna Jones
* you can Google Al's run in NM, it is listed as one of the scariest ski runs in the world...
* for anyone who hasn't snow skied before..black diamond runs are the difficult straight down ones...and
yes a type of watermelon haha
Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical body spins in Prada blend.
She smiles and saunters entertainingly.
She is powerful.
She is a mogul.
Justness of a handsome man is that of a beautiful model.
Even in his sexual identity, he does the catwalk.
In Berluti loafers, he strolls as just another beau in a fashion show.
The designers place him tersely.
He becomes a baller and shot caller in the fashion industry.
He is magnate.
He is dynast.
In the entertainment world, life meanders.
The portrait that is viewed is of a fashion model.
She gleams in sketch.
His sheen is imaged.
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Penned May 21, 2014!
I am baffled, stunned, dumbfounded
Completely nonplussed by the persistence
Of the international criminal court
In harassing the popularly elected Kenyan
President and his popularly elected deputy
As rogue entities terrorize Eastern Europe
The Arab World and my beloved Africa
All around us people are being beheaded
Or otherwise massacred on a whim
Innocent people who would, if free,
Choose to live and let live in peace
Rather than engage in perpetual
Callous, wanton and unprovoked
Slaughter of those they despise.
Aljazeera, BBC and CNN daily broadcast
The atrocities committed by the Islamic state
The beheadings are posted on the internet
And broadcast on radio, tv and newspapers
And while the moguls make their millions
In the dissemination of the villainy
The United Nations looks on puzzled
Or perplexed, mystified or even dazed
By the enormity or complexity of it all
Leaving me to wonder whether
This world body is not being manipulated
For the ends of a few powerful members
Who believe their fortunes would flourish
With the weakening of these regions!
If you can hear me, Ban Ki Moon
Hearken, the downtrodden moan!
Rich people can afford to live lavishly,
squandenring money like it werent a commodity;
ordinary folks must make ends meet,
even worrying about the food they eat!
Wealth moguls like Trump or Gates
can purchase the Empire State Building,
and see their names in the Entrepreneur or Money magazine...
while we dispute those outrageous credit card rates!
Since Caesar imposed taxes on the Roman Empire,
freedom to spend,at will, has been reduced by desire;
now Uncle Sam is the new emperor demanding his tribute,
woe to us if we declared ourselves immune!
Republicans and Democrats are divided on one issue:
the Iraq's war on terrorism and its credibility not so true;
while Bush's voice echoes throughout the White House' walls..
a President's courage shown in formidable ways!
The music and art world are giving in frivolity,
creating works that are insignificant and full of obscenity;
can the Human Race excel as it did yesterday...
who will step forward and stop all this insanity?
Living lavishly is only shared by the lucky ones
who are defined by abundance and inheritance,
but living sparingly is based on sacrifice and endurance...
learning those thrifty tactics and live within limits!
Ms Jo Hanley-Dunne, Ms Jo Hanley-Dunne,
varnished and tarnished by Val d’Isere sun.
The sway of your hips, the power to stun
brings promise of love and nights filled with fun.
Oh dazzle me, Goddess, you Queen of the Slopes;
a Mistress of Moguls, oh show me the ropes.
You’re someone who’s keen and someone who copes;
you fill me with lust, you stimulate hopes.
I know that you cook with consummate ease;
I know that you dive, alone, if you please.
Your place in the sun is large, Portuguese,
and far from your yacht, you wind-surf the breeze.
So join me, dear Venus, off piste, on a run,
then tell me, my love, your heart, have I won?
Oh! Rapturous joy. My courtship is done.
I’m going to live with Ms Jo Hanley-Dunne.
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For John Heck's Competition.
There is an explosion in all of us, we try to keep hidden away
But when we decide to get even, everybody must pay
There are so many things wrong people tend to ignore
The people in and out of our lives, the screaming next door
The ones we pass by on the street
One of them becomes a victim, than on a gurney covered with a sheet
Another shot fired, it becomes acceptable violence
What becomes un easing is the deafening silence
Some people hunt for a living, others for the thrill
Humans being the worst animal, thou shall not kill
An old lady conned out of her pension
A nobody takes hostages to draw some attention
Kids bring guns to school to settle scores
Now we have metal detectors at the doors
Is there really such a thing as a safe environment
Don't be fooled by the deafening silence
I remember when Bicycles, Hotwheels and for the girls Barbies were the
greatest thing
Now it is all about the latest cell and the bling bling
Rap Artists, Rock Stars and movie Moguls are what influence the youth of today
It seems there is always a dragon for mom or dad to slay
Kids go wild without our guidance
The answer is not the deafening silence
Write Right
I have written inside the box,
worked under the pain of the
literary lashers, choked back the
crimson ink of penned passion.
Occasionally, a blot of defiance,
a subtle innuendo, a more
obvious double entendre,
would escape the “Proof”
readers. As if there is some
proof needed to justify
the roots of my passion,
the depth of my meanings. Then,
by happenstance of brief encounter,
a mentor said: “Just write it kid.
Let them figure it out.” Thereby,
I was set free to love the challenge,
embrace the barren landscape,
ski words on the fresh fallen powder
of the unsullied page. And so I write
not seeking to produce a masterpiece
but to become the master of the piece.
Holding edges on the sharpened
turns of life, enduring the moguls
pounding thoughts, peering into
whiteness streaking past,
and laughing at the thrill
of freedoms fear.
I write – that I may write,
that poetry might have my voice,
share my voice, be my voice.
From outside the box I shout
that there is a freedom in the
harnesses of forms when we write
with the fury of our storms.
8/10/2014
For Regina Riddle
contest - Writing
Skiing Is…
Skiing is…
Alpine thrill ride on four inch boards
Boggy in the bumps – a schuss to the lodge
Carving a turn leaving icy rooster tails in the air
Drag lift to ride on thick moving ropes
Skiing is…
Extreme black diamond runs on endless terrain
Flat hills of green for bunny slopes
Googles of amber for blizzards or flat light
Hardpack and boiler-plate; blue ice and corn snow
Skiing is…
Into the heart of pure mountain splendor
Jet sticks on snowfields under blazing blue skies
Keeping upright avoiding face plants
Lift lines of frustration at chair lifts and gondolas
Skiing is…
Moguls that hide crafty snow snakes
Nordic dance of short swings in fresh powder
Outside skis with a mind of their own
Powder hounds piggin’ through aspen trees
Skiing is…
Quick turns called weidlin from Austrian lore
Runs of legend like K-2 and Exhibition, Wild Child, The Plunge
Sitzmarks the size of a lunar crater
Telemark turns on frosty cross-country trails
Skiing is…
Under the smile of the crystal solstice
Vertical drops into wide open bowls
Weighting unweighting parallel turns
Experts and bunnies apres ski with tall tales
Skiing is…
Yards sales of googles, poles, hats and lost skis
Zest for taking your life in your hands!
2-28-23