In the corner
they've both been backed into,
dog eats dog
push come to shove.
For the umpteenth time.
We mustn't complain,
must just get back in line,
celebrate "freedom"
and "choices"
or else.
Needle
in a haystack:
--- that muffled sound ... logic? --- :
no matter, the rest's dross, pry good -
sense loose.
A moral question,
How do you know hunger?
Some people don't know about
these terrible words in their lives:
A) Hunger,
B) Sorrow,
C) Problems,
D) Tears,
E) Pain,
If you meet with a person who
Did not experience one of those words
In his " her" life,
Don't bowl over.
Some people were born
And grew up in bourgeoisie,
They don't have emotions,
They don't real know the real
Meaning of
Suffering.
Some people seem bamboozled
Because of living luxury life,
Sleeping on golds and
diamonds
And others are real stumped
by poverty stricken
not having a cent in
their pouches,
Bloody life,
Living like hell.
A blind can not see the street,
But he "she" can see hunger,
And scream loudly,
"I feel hungry,
My belly vibrating awfully,
Trembilling so dreadfully,
So hungry "
" Anger always follows hunger"
Don't ever laugh at a person
who is starving,
As you can not put up with the
heavy vibration of hunger.
March 11/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Sculptor Louise Bourgeois
of whom spiders webs was a star
Also making textiled fabric heads
labelled 'spun poetry ' many said*
*https://www.moma.org/s/lb/curated_lb/themes/spiders.html
My dear Miss Peach how lovely!
Your table boasts so fair
You've chosen the finest bubbly
Best porcelain plates and crystal ware
Your handpicked guests are perfect
They know just what to say
They are prefects without defects
With no real opinions per se
Your parties are full of boasting
With braggarts, blowhards and egos
Pomposity excels in what they are toasting
Meaningless, pointless placebos
So Miss Peach I beg you not be stilted
Or try in your best elegance to change
What manner you provide is boring and gilded
And matters not to bourgeois talk wearisomely deranged
October 20, 2020
Completely Your Choice (30) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
You’re so bourgeois,
it ain’t materialistically funny
You’re so smug, lady LaDeda —
you’re a maven for making money
Always turning your nose up,
and looking down
at poor, working class people
Thinking you’re better than most everyone else
because of what you got
You’re so bourgeois,
I hope that Dom Perigon don’t give you gut rot
You’re so smarmy, lady cougar —
you believe your own press, that you’re some big shot
But you’re not
You’re just that same bratty little kid,
whose nose was always dripping with snot
Somewhere along the way in life,
you came across a piece of money ...
now you think you’re so bourgeois
Class is more than a custom car,
honor is more than a huge house
True success is not measured
by how much is in a bank account
But you still don’t understand,
do you, lady Bourgeois —
money can only take you so far,
before it drops you
into a river of cash flow funk
Riches got wings
that can fly away,
sending you back into poverty
Such an empty feeling,
ain’t it Bourgie lady ...
No green got you turning so gray
abstract endings pacified
pedestrian beginnings,
save yourself before
you're slap-happy,
choking on interloping bourgeois
mind-control subterfuge
under a darkly cast spell of
plebeian sugarcoated reality,
waxing tween whitewashed rainbow
hues and unicorn attitudes,
beyond uncompromising comeuppances
from behind unglued glossed over walls'
congealed mid exoneration's excuses
Who are these bourgeois bees
What makes them better than you and me
Why are their noses in the air
With fake nails and purchased hair
So they wear designer bags
Clothes from fashion mags
Does real beauty come in a price tag
They have attitude for days
Ugly and malicious ways
Expects a man to pay their way
And then wonder why they don’t stay
~ Bourgeois bees ~ Please ~
Stop looking down on the rest
Because you think you have what’s best
Stop driving a Benz with no ends
Always relying on no good men
Stop judging a book by its cover
Turn the page and see what you discover
Stop pretending to live the good life
When you know you’re living trife
Stop being so conceited and vain
It only attracts the fake and lame
~ Bourgeois bees ~ be real ~ Please ~
Lay
Beauty, wealth and wisdom,
Characterized by a bourgeois man.
Everything he wish was on his hand and
He called himself the lord of his land.
You will see him wearing a gorgeous dress,
Made by a tailor hand.
Young and old suffer to a cruel man,
Who treat them a slaved of hell land.
He wants to sacrifice the people all around,
And be a master of all living mind.
One day hurricane was come, and not left
Lived life, even a bourgeois man.
Now he's in a gate of real Lord .
The angel said these place is not for you
And point the burning land.
Now he knows the sins that he had done,
Even he regret the suffering of his
Soul will never stop to confess.
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