High And Mighty Poems | Examples

Work yourself To Death

Work Yourself To Death
 I have known you for a while.
 Sometimes you have to work out of town.
 I know that you need rest.
 Your job will work you to death.
 I have been down this road.
 You deserve a break, you know.
 I’m not sure how to ask you out.
 This job will put you under the ground.
 Our occupation is unforgiven.
 You work more than me, no kidding.
 I would give you a hug if you let me.
 You need time off because you're always on your feet.
 The high and mighty don’t appreciate you.
 Throw your hands up and say your through.
 You need a place to escape.
 Far away from this place.
 One day you might find someone.
 He could be at home waiting for ya.
 You can’t work forever.
 I would hold your hand with no pressure.
 You don’t owe them anything.
 I’m sorry that you have so much on your plate.
 Roses are red,
 Your smile is beautiful.
 I would give you rest,
 Under the moon.

My Love For Dragons

Dragons, fearless and bold/
Creatures of legend/
The perfection of fearlessness/
High and mighty/
Their eyes piercing and cold/
Breaths of fire, tales of power told/
Soaring to heights undreamt by man/
The most powerful in existence, they reign/
It was awe inspiring/
When Satan transformed into a Dragon/
His true form adorned/
Majestic and fierce/
Kings of the skies/
With scales of armor/
And wings that rise/
They are the true rulers/
The beings of lore/
In their presence/
I love them even more/

The Great Scorpion King

In lands where shadows stretch and linger long/
There dwell a man, both high and mighty strong/
With eyes that pierced the very soul's disguise/
A shocking sight, yet golden heart he prized/
His name was whispered with a hint of dread/
A solitary King, whose path he tread/
Like scorpions that roam, alone and bold/
No fear of evil, his own heart of gold/
He bowed to none, not Gods nor men's decree/
His spirit wild and fierce, forever free/
In reclusive might, he carved his throne/
A King unmatched, strength and will alone/
The Great Scorpion King, a legend told/
Of might and valor, in a heart of gold/
His piercing eyes, a tale of power sung/
A ruler crowned, yet never bound or clung/

the new regime

Their New Regime 

When I read what the high and mighty say 
they come across as having no understanding
how the lesser people see the world
An overprivileged person called JFK. j
told us that the Palestinian people were 
overrepresented on the world's stage, and that
Israel had offered to give the people 
of Gaza greenhouse so they would become 
self-sustainable growing their own tomatoes
To his amazement, Hamas turned down this
offer, but insisted on becoming a state that   
that included the West Bank and East Jerusalem
This person called JFK, senior didn't grasp  this
this simple wish, but continued  defending Israel
who only wanted the best for the Gaza people
except for freedom 
This man JFK, je who has been tasked to control
the health service of the USA is an eccentric
amateur, he is an idiot savant; we must not give
him to power to potentially kill millions of people

I Almost Tossed It Out

I had a dream that felt so real,
Even awake, it felt surreal.
Sitting in my comfy chair,
Goosebumps rose as I sat there.

Reality hit—I caught my breath—
I almost tossed it out, a part of me to sudden death.
Tossed aside, cast away,
Taking life in stride, but losing my way.

Hurt, angry, feeling empty,
Overlooking life’s gifts—of which there are plenty.
Just so tired of the injustice,
Of tyranny, of turning away, and caustic
Jokes,
Hoax
Created by man in flesh and bone,
The high and mighty, perched on their throne.

Throwing the baby out with the bathwater,
Trying to survive each day, balancing on a teeter-totter.
Magma mater pinned to your lapel,
Casting all sins aside like a spell.

Reality sets in, and my eyes are wide open—
The tragedy of what could have been,
So grim.
The thing that I almost tossed out—
My soul, I shout!

Sleeping Giant

1/26/24


Y'all woke up a sleeping giant
Y'all interrupted my peace and quiet

Ya'll don't know how to be silent
Y'all still remain mean and violent

Most of y'all fake
Just like these tyrants
Y'all think you're so great
Let the world know, there's nothing you can keep private

Many of y'all already three striked it
Most of y'all switch sides like tide shifts
As quick as a flick of the light switch

Y'all act all high and mighty, yet are far from righteous
Y'all still are being biased

Y'all don't listen even when one is teaching the science
It's always three sided

Skies darkened or brightened
Senses heightened
Don't be frightened
Just be yourself not anything that's unlike it

She just wants diamonds and private islands
He wants money to buy it

Most of these sheep blinded
To the truth by staying weak minded

The sound of police sirens
Amid street riots
Meanwhile all across the seas pirates
Targeting elite clients

As the steam rises
Are we to blame for causing extreme climates
Another new disease or virus
Leading right into a deep crisis

Make Believe

Don't pretend, my dear
Acting all high and mighty
In your heart, I care.

As the Misty Moon Rides High

The corn maze full in October,
“As the misty moon rides high.”
Nighttime makes occasion sober,
Still laughter lingers, is not shy.

Headless, the hopeful, scans the crowd.
The high and mighty on his list.
With black stallion, his shrieking loud.
Like judge’s gavel shakes his fist.

One by one the kids are captured.
A pronouncement made with thumb thrust.
They share the hijinks, enraptured.
Price worth ticket - fear was robust!

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Who

Who... 

Am I. 
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me. 
Night and day, 
not the color of my skin, 
or the way I intend, 
but the way that I am, 
and will be. 
I represent me. 

More than that, 
I am us. 
We together are who we are. 
We can be bad or good, 
hands to heaven or feet to hell. 
The difference...
the simple ring of a bell. 

Stomping the weak, 
that want to speak, 
or romping through the grass, 
giving criminals a pass. 
We need to do better, 
or we will be made less, by the few, 
that hate the all. 

Watchers on the sidelines. 
Good men of good breeding. 
They are high, and mighty,
and have no known faults. 
They have made sure to bribe, 
or even own to the bone... 
all descenters, 
the decliners' with a pen, and paper. 
It is a rapier wit they have. 

Many laugh at the party
because they have not realized
they too are part of the meal, 
so feel as you like...
but dinner is about to be served.

Catty

She calls herself Katherine,
She thinks she's high and mighty.
We girls know better,
She is vain and flighty.
Prudence is careful
And a little mean
She is never playful
To her, it is obscene
Prudence is very serious
And finds it hard to take a joke
Katherine doesn't like her
And says she will find it hard to find a bloke
Ginger piped in and said, "I love to dance,"
A rueful Prudence remarked, "dancing,
It puts me into a trance."
Maggie entered looking very swish,
She held a plate that was full of fish.
Maggie was a kind girl, easily pleased,
Who vivacious Ginger often teased.
Pooh! " What's that horrid smell that is offending my nose?
It's Maggie with that smelly fish for our lunch, I suppose.
The girls lazed around chatting,
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Maggie made her exit with a swish of her tail!

We Are the Cheerleaders

We are prancing in place with a joy that is catching.
Our pony tails are flying; we are dancing and batching.
We are the cheerleaders, so pretty, persnickety with perk 
None of us will end up with an ickety loser or jerk. 

We are the cheerleaders, let us kick high and mighty.
Our hair is fly away beautiful, and we are all flighty.
We clap in rhythm, each thrilled to be one of the team.
We prance, dance, flip and twirl,  never running out of steam.

It Takes Many Eagles

 Bev Doolittle’s camouflage art is phenomenal

O snowy head of rock
with crevices, the shock
of feathery heads, the hosts
of many a flight that’s been

traversed o’er crags. Boast
of a full-mounted headdress
plucked from eagle’s flesh,
on the crown of a Native American.

Feathers ride high and mighty,
many are they - the proof and sail
of Western winds and dusty trails
bestowed to the rugged chief.

The silent scream of eagles fly.
Chief’s brown and snowy pinto, proud.
The rider and his horse
nestled in the north face nest.

3/30/2022

Don'T Get High On God's Supply

High and mighty leaders brag, 
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll 
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets 
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen 
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers 
They loose true sight if God's true power 
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really  untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold 
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the 
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why? 
Because
You'll regret;  getting high; on God's supply.!

Lofty Lady

Lofty sitting high and mighty,
casting shadows far and wide,
lift her head to summer sunshine,
she has nothing dark to hide.
Swaying, swinging dance eternal,
natures music weaves a tune,
challenge men to be her equal,
he'll come dancing with her soon.
Both of them, beneath the moon.
Both of them forever spinning,
underneath the summer moon.

Lean Not On Gurus

Lean not on gurus, for God search
Why prop up middleman
Sitting on high and mighty perch
Our credit card they scan

God within intimate
Here now immediate
Go in now, do not wait

Power, they abuse
Lean not on gurus

01-December-2021
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