Best Privileged Poems
Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon,
relishing the journey.
A short visit now and then
to the cut of the blade,
its red-lacquered coat
shredded to shavings.
Down to the nub, its eraser gone,
a last soft gasp,
a Frisbee fling into the trash.
Its life springs forth
each time a reader
walks through the pages.
Categories:
privileged, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks,
A privileged soak that wakes you up,
For God dispels the mountain peaks.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
Ancient of Days, of whirlwind streaks,
Takes off your blinder shades, shakes up.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
A privileged soak that wakes you up.
Categories:
privileged, god, storm, strength,
Form:
Triolet
Having the luck of being born into the claws of poverty
Our strength and power cannot carry us to freedom, why?
For like stagnant waters we lay still unwillingly
Knowing that our fate lies in the hands of God.
Every day we sleep with hunger and wake with anger,
And some of us simply pray for death to hasten his call.
Even though the reception there is incomprehensible,
Still, death appears the only way, the remedy.
Although by providence or coincidence unknown,
Some of us have left us behind untold.
Call them money miss road or money found road,
They remain the emigrants of poverty
The immigrants to the cream of society.
And we stay to welcome and accommodate,
Not only those who are born into our world,
But those who had but little stay in the rich world,
As they come rushing like waterfalls,
For now they have a new name, ‘the less privileged.’
The ambitious among us have wishes and dreams,
And strive as we can, the situation remains the same.
But the struggle to achieve is not to end,
For our everyday song is ‘we shall overcome.’
Yet we cannot blame God for our fate, why?
Some who are rich wish they are like us with peace,
And we cannot be here and there at the same time.
Our main focus now is in heaven, the kingdom of God.
For there we shall have rest, wealth, and joy,
All of which here we have not but need much.
Till then, when equilibrium shall prevail,
God, give us this day our daily bread.
Peter Edoziem
Categories:
privileged, faith, death, day, death,
Form:
Lyric
Damn your feet that crushed and squashed thousands of grapes in the pool!
While we only have eaten those purple drupes in our wildest dreams
And did you just say you would make wine from those feet-ground fruits?
Glenn Sentes
For Nette Onclaud's ON YOUR FEET Contest
01-26-12
*Adjudged 1st Place
Categories:
privileged, funny,
Form:
Sijo
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned
nearing deceased sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
against further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
forming springs
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of pantheistic elegant circling Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick supreme One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at isolation.
Rake loneliness in.
Sleep with solitude
if you dare
to care
and share
yet without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
Categories:
privileged, anxiety, culture, depression, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Elitist school hovering;
Hummingbird-like wind laden migrating.
Evening mess hall dining;
Past the locked gate.
Categories:
privileged, school,
Form:
Free verse
One fine day a cat so thin but heavy with a belly
Slowly creeps under my fencing wall.
I do not know where her dwelling was
Pebbles and water chases her away.
She runs out, again shows up
I chase, she creeps
She creeps, I chase. Clash goes on and on
So eager to know
Her reasons to retrieve so soon,
Followed her like a ghost I’d sought.
I heard her purrs and cooing
Inside an old tire she has curled covering
Six eyes tightly closed, Rosy chins searching warmth
Her pleading stare I couldn’t bare
“Will you let us stay? We are strayed”
A year nearly passed the time so fast
She strolls like a queen with three princes smart
Thus entered our kinship how marvelous!
Chosen her sanctuary so Wondrous
Without any scare
Demands the share my lap care
Manel G.
Categories:
privileged, pets,
Form:
Free verse
Perhaps I am the privileged one
Perhaps the one who disqualified your vice is one like myself
For after all, if equality is truly to be achieved
We are to see the weaknesses and the strengths
In the potential of all in harmony
Am I wrong?
Perhaps you are criminalized for your own sake
For you inhale to stifle; I swallow to expand
But buttresses are buttresses
Am I wrong?
I am the maximized self; you are yourself without reserve
My standing comes from those who chose your vice before me
But who am I to choose?
My vice is not condemning; my humanity no greater than yours
But any time a man is placed above his brother
That man’s flaws are revered
Not by human nature, but by condition
Perhaps that man was me
Guarding over you, my brother
Perhaps we can agree that he is all of us
Am I wrong?
Inhale; I swallow
Release; I regain
For the one who has known despair will choose a path of consciousness
Your awareness is my degradation
Am I wrong?
Should I apologize for my antecedent insult to your reliance?
In all insults are a hope for harmony
Can we live in harmony with our sins?
Categories:
privileged, addiction, depression, drink, drug,
Form:
As I awoke this morning the strangest feeling came upon me
The air was thick yet clean
The water surrounding me though murky
Holds clarity of the visions I'm to see
Suddenly unwittingly aware
Yet I don’t want to be
It’s all so bitter sweet
Tangy although a treat
To be a piece of the puzzle so neatly incomplete
Yet the pieces fit so perfectly
Clearly my mind’s eye has been plagued
Yet not blind to the scrutiny in which it’s survived
Charmingly divine is the denial we’ve so cautiously danced around
Yet no elephant roams in home
Lingering is the question I’ve so cautiously avoided
Yet its answer I’ve owned all along
Wants and needs do differ in deed
Yet there personal importance is frowned upon
When standing tall and walking strong…
Categories:
privileged, courage, devotion, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
It feels fascinating
that horny voracious passions
dissipate in the presence of ego-centered fear
of pain and suffering
and ego-defeating loss,
disability and predative performance anxieties,
wounds,
death,
short-term through permanent
degenerating energy,
absence of active hope
for future holistic integrity.
In this time of climate degeneration
fear and cultural distancing need,
frustrated leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale monoculturing horniness
looks culturally privileged like,
sounds prejudicially like,
feels and touches sacred EarthMother like,
smells and multiculturally
creole tastes like
Manic
predative redmeat energy states,
inflamed by unnatural sleep deprivation
festering fear-and-anger inducing rabidity
Rather than restorative green regenerative justice
passion
for multicolored
trans-generational
testosterone/estrogen
yang/yin
pansexual win/win
inclusive cosmic integrity
Of cooperative green/blue energy
power
EarthPeace compassion
Not quite so red dominant
states of capitalistic
patriarchal egotistic narcissism
and anthropocentrism.
Categories:
privileged, health, integrity, peace, power,
Form:
Political Verse
Propped and upheld
Propelled while pushed…
…Privileged am I to
perform by faith midst Providence power
Prioritizing God and His kingdom-pursuits
Persevering patiently
Preparing, planning with prayer
Presenting myself as a living sacrifice*…
Peace-filled, pardon-assured
Pulled toward His will to be a blessing.
*Romans 12:1 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
July 31, 2019
Categories:
privileged, character, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
In the barn, I wear white.
I may not know it now
but it is the last time I'll ever wear something so innocent.
Late in the dark night,
cold air hits my face.
A little lamb, freshly born.
But some things are not quite right.
It's sick and twisted, four eyes and a missing limb.
Everything around is disturbed, and moves away.
Its own mother refuses it milk, and leaves it for dead.
I can't help but wonder why
Why did the lamb have to be this way?
I allow it in my arms, and share a piece of my sympathy.
While at the same time, being disgusted as its body withers in my arms.
The lamb doesn't notice.
Doesn't know any better.
It looks up at me with those beady eyes
And it makes me horrified.
I'm no better than an animal.
I'm so cruel, I grab a knife on the table.
What am I doing?
What am I thinking?
I'm no better than an animal, and I'm just as bad as a man.
My small hand trembles, and I'll count to ten.
The lamb looks peaceful, in my lap. It almost makes me feel bad.
But I bring my hands above my head
Despite me knowing its wrong
And rip away the lamb's life.
It shrieks and cries
And I just slash harder.
Until I get it to be quiet.
My own hands, in this own barn.
I've killed something. Something that could've lived.
My white dress is stained red, and I turn away.
The air isn't so cold
Maybe it's the lamb's blood on my hands?
Or maybe I can just pretend
It's the lamb saying thanks.
Where did this entitlement come from?
That I am so much above this little lamb
I will give it what I deem freedom of death?
Just because the little lamb
Can't tell me no.
And because it was different
I decided to let it go.
My tears don't matter
They won't make up for what I just did.
Mother nature's own product
That I deemed unperfect.
It's too late now, what's done is done
And I don't even have the decency
To even Bury it.
I truly am a man, aren't I?
Categories:
privileged, birth, cry, cute, dark,
Form:
Free verse
My problems
include discomfort
with Money overwhelmingly talks
and talks
and talks political privilege
When not monopolistically
monotheistically
monoculturally screaming
about short-term survival issues,
international violation
of national resource systemic tissues,
long root ego-systemic win/lose fissures.
My Here/Now bigger
eco-empowering global system
concern,
our patriarchally uncivil
red-winged capitalist
runaway extractionist
EarthMother-rapist
climatic issue,
Suffering,
sense of epic historical
left and right winged cooperative loss,
Money's monopolistic verbing Voice
thereby unilaterally revaluing
safe EarthSurvival choice
in Her claustrophobic
polluted
soul starved
dehydrating
degenerating sacred Chamber
of my own monotheistic wombed
LeftBrain-ranting mind,
Thinking about safe short-term survival
when we would be more prudent
to cooperatively feel reassured
about our long-term global win/win
thrival of love-life on Earth--
including my own EgoIdentity
Which would not silence money's multi-polyenculturing
co-invested Voice,
empowering healthy democratizing influence
on health and safety EarthChange Choice,
Better
in a lower
and more resonant tone of resource key
for worshiping all EarthTribe Lives
copresent Here with Now
Also with those sacredly curious compassions before
and those naturally recycling nonviolent communions
yet to offer sufficient silence
So I might more actively hope to hear
our more cooperative
globally unmonetized thrival Voice
for restoring health wealthy climates
of green
HereNow
peace-graced Choice
through EarthTribe joyful justice
dynamic
living
flow-graced Change.
Categories:
privileged, change, conflict, health, joy,
Form:
Political Verse
All Powerful Provider present in all places
Potentate presiding our prayers and praises
I'm a pilgrim privileged to be in Your presence
Panting like a deer for Your pure precepts
Profiting from Your priceless pearls of prudence
Provisioned by Your proverbial pages of Scripture
Preserved from pagan practices
Predestined to be Your progeny
Placed in Your perfect plan
Partaker of Your precious promises
Purified by Christ's pouring blood of persecution
Preferred above praiseworthy people
Performing priestly purposes
Planted in the perennial picture of paradise
Patiently preparing for Your Parousia
08.27.2020
Written for Beata Agustin's "Alliteration Regarding Relationship With God" contest
Categories:
privileged, god, relationship,
Form:
Alliteration
Against guilt-chained condescension
Inflicted with iniquities’ oppression
My soul, hell-bound, thru sins’ aggression…
Was rescued by the Saviour with His compassion.
Granting me great redemption
Christ paid for my eternal salvation
Setting me free from awful damnation
Toward wondrous heaven’s destination.
Endowed now with life everlasting’s possession
Blessed to be guided by omniscient wisdom persuasion
I thank my God* for this marvelous privileged condition
To enjoy His sovereign, special, and very personal intervention.
*Matthew 25:34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
April 22, 2019
Categories:
privileged, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Monorhyme