The Cat
the truth I do not stretch or shove
the haughty cat looks down from above.
she struts about with nose held high,
and glares at me with disdainful eye.
Haughty hefty Helga has healthy hatred
Igniting ignorant Inga’s inebriated idiocy
Justifying jealous Julie’s juvenile judgements
Kindling crafty Kara’s crazy critter-like craftiness
Leaving Lonesome Larry loathing lofty lying Leland
Making Malicious maltreated Mallory manageable
Nasty negativity nonchalantly noticeable in Neverland.
The naked ape has no robes,
no crown on kingly head
with arrogance that astounds.
The beastly fear is of being
unthroned by artificial intelligence
it created to boosts its power,
on the third planet from its puny sun
which is just a speck of dust, a grain of sand
in the array of billions of stars
on the beach and dirt of the universe.
The naked ape claims to
know all there is to know about everything
despite its infinitesimally small size,
influence and consequence.
The emperor has no clothes,
and there's nothing or no one,
here or out there,
to tell the king of beasts
otherwise.
The couple wanted to eat at an exclusive restaurant.
Wife said, “Let’s act like we are haughty and stuck up.”
Husband was all in; so they ate with pinkie fingers up.
They were ultra-rude to the waiter; noses in the air.
They sent their food back twice; a chef came out.
He ordered them to leave; the entire place clapped.
Even the PTA president and her husband.
There would be HE double toothpicks to pay later.
Lovely bird wears her lifesaver with a haughty air.
The rest of us act like it’s normal and we don’t care.
In truth, she is a snob, so we do not let her play.
So we are jealous bullies, in an unkind way.
A haughty guy, closing his eyes,
Thinks that he is very wise.
Building castles in the skies,
After false prestige, he flies.
Advice of others he bluntly defies,
As a man of half knowledge, he dies.
Haughty queen of hearts stepped out of the page
Onto dog, who was too stuck up to feel a bit of rage
They traveled the avenue, with noses in the air
Freezing strangers in their tracks with their glare
Dog liked this woman who had attitude like him
He had previously been owned by happy old Jim.
Jim never put his nose up or acted superior to any.
He liked this new way, feeling better than many.
Lovely bird wears her lifesaver with a haughty air.
The rest of us act like it’s normal and we don’t care.
In truth, she is a snob, so we do not let her play.
So we are jealous bullies, in an unkind way.
It comes boldly, like the winter’s cold
Immodest and smug, it can’t be told
It lives in the arrogant and the vain
Always dignified, never one to abstain
It is conceited, like the wind’s howl
Never smiling – leaves it’s dark scowl
It is egotistical beyond the belief
Not ashamed of its stolen relief
It feels so superior – a tear never falls
From its eyes, where it’s honor calls
It reminds the humble of its advantage
Without its haughtiness, can they manage?
It condescends and it says it always wins
But the believer knows it’s the biggest of sins!
Haughty
Selfish boy how haughty you are
Caring not others and so others far
This is not nice
Selfish boy how naughty you
This is not nice !
That is horrible how selfish you are
Selfish boy how mischievous you are
Caring not for anyone you are
First of my poem please comment !
Haughty Nation
“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less
fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic
nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost
contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.
In the land of the old gray mare
Six meters behind the lion’s sweet lair,
There was a gnarly raccoon who did up hair.
He took little money to be absolutely fair.
His hair styles did have a certain flair.
Disappointment in his work was really rare.
A haughty ant went in without a care.
The fashionable raccoon pointed out “your head is bare”.
The aunt huffed off mad, really on a tear.
I feel this story I can reliably share.
You see I was in there, sitting on a tiny stair.
The anger was wafting for hours in the air.
Please do not give me that condescending look, teddy bear.
You after all, are not even wearing underwear.
I urge you to tell this tale better, if you dare.
Snotty haughty sea turtle.
Stuck up
Barely speaking to other sea creatures
Much ado about nothing
Snotty haughty sea turtle
Mean to others
For decades
Now trying to pretend you are not haughty?
Snotty haughty sea turtle
Waving now
Pretending you have a heart
Might as well go back into your shell.
Snotty haughty sea turtle.
Too late
Too arrogant.
Too you.
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
Oh how I hate thy haughty hours oh Halloween!
Your thorns and thistles are these terrifying teens
who wear worried looks, walking, wobbling…woeful;
daring doors and deeds that are dreadful.
Cruising for candy: the core of thy course oh Halloween!
kind kids from keen kindred knock their kith and kins,
playful princes paint pure palaces in pale, purple and pink;
Spreading stones and soiling streets with sweets... that stink.
In the hollow of thy haunting hands… oh Halloween!
mighty men melt at the melodrama of masked men…mean;
Trick or treat, terrors or treasures? The termites ask the tall trees,
waiting, willing and working to waste their wares and wears.
Oh how I hate thy hit and run habits… oh Halloween!
Sharing sudden sweets for strangers you have never seen;
heating up the heartbeat of happy husbands and wives,
you turn lively, lovely lads into lurking and longing lives.
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