Best Superiors Poems

I sat beneath a Veteran-oak,
In awe of His strength—
Here was a solid spirit!
Sympathy you get from Willow,
But stiff upper-lip from old soldiers,
With forged bark —
His limbs flexed, cut, rippled against the wind…
No chinks in this warrior-wood…
“Divide and Conquer!”

Then I thought of my Father—
A cook at...

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CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL

Of all creatures great and small
Insects are most assiduous folk of all 
They perform assigned duties each day
And let nothing dissuade them on their way
The till the soil and collect the forage
Their labor brings them food, some for storage 
Their diligent spirits...

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A Martian spy from the earth fled
and to his superiors said,
“Although no one is near,
they still talk hand to ear.
Too much oxygen’s gone to their head.”

For Carolyn Devnoshire's contest: Out of this world limericks...

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The faded shacks stretch 'neath the stained grey sky,
As stagnant urine and disease creep in.
Hunched at the pyramid's tight base we lie;
Looked down upon by our superiors.

In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die;
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste!
Our tummies are filled with what...

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Seven colors of the rainbow
Each crowned with a gift
A lifetime gift in each line of the rainbow

The World was once in total darkness without a gift
Beauty of nature the World has never felt or seen
Earth as one world asked for a gift

God of heavens said...

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A pride defind by a history edged in stone. 

An honor that expounds and exudes ones on 

selfish needs and sets a standard to be 

followed by all. We have all been 

given the blessing of our mothers and fathers to serve, 

they have unselfishly...

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1) I hate brown-nosers far more than I hate most other nosers 
of virtually any known color!

2) I will make it a point to slap you in front of your superiors,
with a biblical fury, the likes of which, would make Mary Magdalene blush with fits...

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“ the problem with Equality is that we desire it only with our superiors”


“Equal were all and happy they all were,
Deceits and falsehoods were unheard of there,
Free from all illness, cares and infant deaths
No one came to harm and none spoke untruths”

This was what obtained...

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A REAL AMERICAN HERO

William Calley went to war
His country to defend
He came under a vicious attack
Endangering the lives of his men

In a village manned by Viet Cong
Protected by women and children
He made the decision to open fire
Though he felt it wrong

When the fire fight was...

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We are all equal, though they say you lad
who do they think they are they're not my dad,
on battle fields we live or die the same
fight for king and country that's why we came
being just fifteen makes no difference 
able to shoot and fight only...

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Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the Raven looked 
on with the eyes of a wolf 
black...

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Gunshots and tasers aimed at the back
tracking the movements and memories
of unsuspecting dark-skinned citizens 
marked by the scars of a history denied

For Rumain Brisbon, 34
it was crime to be black in Arizona
For Tamir Rice, 12
it was crime to be black in Ohio
For Alonzo Ashley, 29
it...

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Dear blockpoet 
      I think you got me confused with someone that cares,   It's lovely how you enjoy accusing anyone who is not in your corner. I hope the cow suit helps your self esteem. I did not...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up in the act
of loving unnatural
tendencies kissed 

I whispered into 
those...

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