Best Wasters Poems
All I have to offer is this cigar
and clay cup of whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir, thought you would be glad
We’re ready to sail at first evening star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is dangerous but can be done, no fear.
Hold’s filled with hides, men have done their duty
things are shipshape, sir, hides are thoroughly dried.
no wasters here, we’ll catch the evening’s tide.
They’ll pay good price for California’s pride.
Boston ‘wants prime leather for boots and shoes,
this ship will give them what they want to choose
With scopes they’ll watch for our then arrival
Making wagers what ship will make birth first,
losers with naught but dry and angry thirst.
Owner thankful for his ship’s survival
and happy he’s first to sell at market
With many buys filling his vest pocket
Categories:
wasters, business,
Form:
Rhyme
When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog.
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill.
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.
Categories:
wasters, 12th grade, abuse, future,
Form:
Ballade
They want to be skin and bones with plastic wasters,
They want to be stupid, they want to be famous,
Fake, superficial and contagious,
"She don't want your love,
She wants your money, boy."
Modern royalty want cash in hand,
Ritalin,vicodin, and diazepam,
Valium,lithium, any kind of medication,
Liposuction, collegen,
Round and round we go again.
Plastic Nose, cushion butts, Botox and plastic chest,
You're not quite right, but you tried your best.
Mattel rang, Hey Barbie they want you back in your box,
You're allowed to have 'fun', but not too much.
Media, media, media everyday hysteria,
Disroders coming out your ears; and you think we're inferior?
Ignorance is bliss, I guess.
Open your eyes, blink twice and think,
Your life is perfect, isn't it?
Categories:
wasters, life, passion, slam,
Form:
Carol Brown
Contest Name
Bunny Rabbits
Bunnys down here are a winning,
lissa virus, keeps a killing ,
man made by the blest,
to kill off this pest,
free food in the great depression,
old soldiers lived on bunny,
but the rich ground them down,
Myxometosis killed millions,
first ever germ warfare cotillion,
the master looked and he frowned,
bunny is back, an is willing,
though the rich might put him down,
the wasters want his killing,
but the Swaggies food is still around .
rabbit trap and billy
and me pocket knife silly,
and i'll be westward bound ...
thank you Robert Hinslaw, cobber mate...
Don
Thank you for my place Carol.
cooler summer is this way,
looking for autumn, shortly hey,
thank you for my prize, incidently,
sorry 4 the sadness bunn-ne ...
but it is a crime...downunder all the time...
greed for grass the rich have see...
So called Rabbit plague, when the ordinary workers were getting a quid by selling Rabbits, which incidently make the Aussie slouch hat for the Army.
A free feed was not on, it's un Australian? So the hungry drought cursed Squatter ordered a
genocide for Bunny...Without Bunny the Aussies got a taste for the masters sheep instead as in Waltzing Matilda....
Categories:
wasters, adventure, food,
Form:
Rhyme
So much time we have wasted here on Earth,
Never living up to the expectations given at birth.
Sitting around all day, just watching the time pass.
Because all you are to that university is a $ sitting in class.
We have the tools to do anything we please.
Countless doors to open, as God has given us the keys.
But we'd rather sit on Netflix binge watching our favorite TV shows.
Weekend after weekend you waste away as the Budweiser flows.
Get out and explore before you're grown and too late.
Soon you'll be old, and have nothing to look back and appreciate.
The clock is ticking, and time waits for no one.
Now go break some rules, get into trouble, and have some real fun.
Categories:
wasters, adventure, encouraging, fun, growing
Form:
Carpe Diem
Glittering, glimmering and shimmering
Clusters of our flickering flame
Do grieve and weep for the withered
Dreams meant to be outlived-
Do dazzle the sights of million
Witnesses of toils in that fateful Summer
Afflicted with sighs and moans and groans and cries
Who now thrust their juniors into deceit and lies-
Do ignite the wrath of billion
Slaves of bestowed treasures and endowed gold
Blessed by the amorous curse of Plutus
That could even transform nemesis into god.
O young and beloved souls
Leaving all bliss and light in that deadly Night-
Do awake those willingly drowned in Styx
For those Hoarders and Wasters who betrayed too soon
Did once march alongside in heat and sweat
Vowing to right the wrong back in that fatal June.
Categories:
wasters, grief, history, humanity, international,
Form:
Elegy
The God gifted, granted nature
Of each and every creature
Is its characteristic recognition
Revealing itself in unique action
All rats are nibblers, wasters
Dog barks on seeing strangers
Cow gives sweet, maternal milk
And a cocoon spins lusty silk
It is only the creature named man
Whose action is never certain
What can he do or cannot do
Is out of any certainty and clue
Sometimes he can be a survivor
But next moment a destroyer
He is the only of all creatures
That has lost his natural features
He can save his own sisters
But can smash all others
He can save his own honor
But can cause others dishonor
He can be an angel for someone
But for all the others brute demon
He can be a worshiper at a place
But a destroyer in another case
Even his creator cannot know
How much brutality he can show
How he has lost his manly trends
And created in him guilty brands
Categories:
wasters, creation, emotions, encouraging, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It is wise to brush the hair of radishes if kept as pets as jess the juniper plant will inform crystal curtains if the duty of brush is not attended to. And the duty of brush is a popular sight for passing breezes in microscopic skirts. Pitter patter titter tattle then. Tittering teasing tenacious tingles. Trapping. Tripping. Taking. Then up and away with all the finer scented procrustean produce. In a giant orbital cloud. Decorated in proud prints and self determined make up that costs way over the price of a single bag of flour to dust the cheeks. It is more often that a mock moronic macro macaroni makes an energy beam to an enemy of eggplants. But eggplants can be radically and powerfully transforms and transported into the wide dance halls of many a lunar ocean ballroom. Dance carefully carrying the sand, the ships, and the oven gloves. We wouldn't want spillage would we? So very wasteful. Wasteful waist coated wasters wantonly willing war. And a five centimetre slug jet skiing on the wild tepid waters at ease with all possibilities of a handwritten swirly note with a flowery kiss. Playful and play. Playing and placing. And the sharp wide angle from a spotted viewfinder is never quite enough to seal a deal with a seal, a serpent and a pillar of margarine. Quanta quintet. And a portal of pigs parading in a seventy seven acre of orchard pie. Monkeys dangling from trees throwing dirt at ignorance. And the jester fish trots by on the shire horse on a blue sunny afternoon. Age after age after age after age after age. Clever created canopies cuddle cute clams. Clap then. One two three four clap clap clap. And give a loud cheer like hurrrraaahhhhhhh. Then lie down then stand up. Quickly. Central controlled colonies collect. Drag no tin of ham or peas to the airports. Z quintillion Z quintessential Z at fifty four rotating square pegs with long curvaceous legs ti twelve turkeys tuning tinned terrapin tunes. Bing bang bong bung in a bungalow. Laughing. Like ha ha ha ha ha. And a cute semi polarised cat in a tight fitting bathing hat in a bathroom. Z and that was the latest news. Z
Categories:
wasters, analogy, animal, appreciation, ,
Form:
One thousand for one
day,Says the prodigal
child,Two thousands
two days,Says the
greedy son,Your
pocket is full of
treasures-Your
stomach demanding for
something;Spending two
days in a day,How
would you cope with the
rest. Campus ladies
have taken you
away,Just only on their
hot chest.MISS wasters
welldone on your
guys.One day they say
byebye,Their you say
it's normal.Your cry
should not be in
summer.
Turn back He calleth
you,That you may see
hunky-dory.JESUS can
tell you a real story.On
your He is feeling sorry.
Categories:
wasters, jesus
Form:
Free verse
Measure of society by embarrassment,
being a part of that state establishment.
The informed shared interest that knows,
wasters that claim to be the institution vows.
Bound to rigid ness and as politic direction sold,
crippled down industrial economics manifold.
They speak about the future with excuses of term,
the apparent freedom labeled to confirm.
Fountain of endless information provided,
to cut out every possibilities confided.
Heartless encyclopedia of laws that bend,
credited shares that southwards went.
Documentaries are the new CV’s,
desperate actions tell a story in degrees.
Seeing the worth of our ecological disaster,
recognizing the evil in the name of profit master.
Being the statue and a number without a will,
and constantly forging out the nonsense bill.
Expectations show that mirror of our mind,
reflections of trusting governance what we cannot find.
Patterns of generation by bounded sorrow,
shifting statistics for more to borrow.
Great souls take on true responsibility,
attention seekers doing so through hostility.
Within the state of human legacy of grace,
we can rise above the sense of duty pace.
Within the state of human legacy of grace,
we can rise above the political bureaucratic maze.
Service in perception of honor provided,
caring governance not complicated.
Categories:
wasters, 12th grade, abuse, patriotic,
Form:
Ballade
If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist?
Better than all those in separate places,
a stigma attached in nationality cases
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters.
But I can be proud of my team or my family,
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,
I can be proud of my city or school,
why is national pride the mark of a fool
If I reflect on the person I am,
I’m not reflecting on an other man,
it’s not a comparison of somebody else,
my thought are of me, they include no one else
I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence,
because you think it means I hate the French
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance.
It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit,
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful,
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol
Categories:
wasters, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
Useless users,
Lost life abusers.
Energy wasters
albeit time haters.
Profile faker's now
Story makers.
Worlds gone crazy
now all lazy.
What's to become,
dull,dead and dumb.
We used to be human,
now only crewman.
Stand fast on the ground,
your life is bound.
By rules engaged,
causing great rage.
Some turn to pages,
whilst body ages.
War endlessly upstage's
Space, time and low wages
Categories:
wasters, angst, anxiety, betrayal, confusion,
Form:
ABC
Creating a novel mechanism
Time wasted will be added to age
How wonderful it will be
Long sleepers will be older
Time wasters retire early
Salary equating time wastage
Publishing an annual list
Earning them even a medal
Hardly worked prize for them
Oscar for ignominy
Categories:
wasters, time,
Form:
No Milord, it can wait— this software,
Let’s talk of what wears hard— the hardware.
Let justice come in time,
Ye better prove it’s prime,
On firm ground, not like gauze gossamer!
From sentiments august
To first things that come first,
So that time-wasters of cobwebs clear,
Let justice come in time,
And with reasons that rhyme,
What use late, late justice although fair?
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Happenings |10.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: The Chief Justice of India feels: judiciary is committed to take justice to every home through technology: live streaming of judicial proceedings, translation of orders into local languages, e-courts, and the like. This is fine, but if there is one problem to be addressed to before anything else it is clearance of hundreds of thousands of pending cases. A commonsense 80:20 principle that 20% of efforts fetch 80% of result. This is third in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
Categories:
wasters, judgement,
Form:
Limerick
Did I learn a worthy trade? Study war as a warrior?
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None of the above.
Yet I claim the kinship of all these,
my esteemed traveling companion:
Master Walt Whitman agrees.
I extol all of you America! All scoundrels,
wasters, longshoremen, coopers, sail makers,
beef butchers, mechanics, farriers, truckers,
tech analysts, grocers, grifters and daytime hookers.
I offer all of you my theoretical talents
and apply them generously to you,
the heaving throngs, and huddled masses.
Praise be and glory to all impractical scribblers,
liars, disgraced philosophers, tricksters, and drunks.
We poets celebrate ourselves,
save the world for ourselves alone,
warn of the terrible dire in the good,
the terrible good in the dire, while distrusting both,
yet still and all, disliking our own works
even more.
Categories:
wasters, poetry,
Form:
Free verse