Lost
are the many
who get rich
being famous
Chartered jets
and gold
their claim
Reality
scripted
to entice
what we loathe
Bimbo’s
in sequins
of fame
Limos
await
what the desperate
espouse
Eye shadow
caked
to the nines
As flexers and posers hide in plain sight
Enamored with mirrors false praise to delight
And like the Kardashians who prey on the night
They pander — to what we despise
(The New Room: April, 2026)
Kindred in bound twine,
inseparably free by fiber,
torn by the heat from dual flames.
Chase and kick outward,
indiscriminately,
spiral—undone.
Bystanders are able to face blame,
even though disconnected from incident.
A Bastard those still may be,
if the case is taken up for them
like it wasn’t for our sake.
A landfill of waste,
a place where grace spoils
under a soil of turmoils thickened
by crude oils.
The semi-conductor to
man’s moral coil.
Unchanged by full or semi-sweet molasses mixtures.
Only taken on tour
and touch torch to name,
shining in a spanking light.
Change.
Limos stretch far past
The Vanishing Point.
Ethereal Limbo.
There, in decomposition,
In their lair.
Laughing down at the idea of fact,
which he protests to thee,
threatening its way
past thy door threshold.
With sand kicked up,
irritating the corneal scale
embedding deep within fine carpets
oriental pattern's detail.
Climate Change Envoy
Haiku: Tom’s opinion
10/31/2021
Eighty five Limos;
reduced emissions meeting;
bunch of Hypocrites!
Las Vegas nights
Bright flashing lights
Guests arrive in droves
To visit gamble and let loose
Their private jets and stretch limos
Hollywood royalty on tour
Dressed for a neverending gala
The glamour and the pomp
Living it up at The Sahara
Exclusive parties in penthouse suites
Cocktail waitresses in skimpy outfits
Pouring lavish drinks as you desire
High on oxygen pumped through the air
A different era of glitz and glamour
Has less than everything really changed
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Days from now we'll be married
Nervous as I could be
Are you really gonna marry me
Is this thing for real
Stumbling over my yesterday's
Hoping everything will
Be okay
Can't believe we're getting
Married
Looking to a future
Will anyone care
Sent out
Invitations, will they
Come or do they care
This is the point were
Everything seems surreal
Picking out songs
To dance to it such fun
I laughed in the beganning
Now we're done
Can't see you till tomorrow
All those woman I use to know
The one unobtainble
The ones I let go
Found my new tomorrow
It started yesterday
Can't wait till tomorrow
I wanna hear you say
Baby I love you
Limos here time
For us to go
Got the rings can't
Forget the tuxedo
church is full thanks
For letting me know
Can't wait to see
My lady
Intelligence
Knowledge
Ivy League
State Educated
Working Class
Upper Class
Held in high regard
Or a lowly security guard
Single Parent
Family of 10
Reared in a Pen
Holidaying in the Hampton's
Penthouse suite on the corner of 5th and Central
Bus commute to work
Or Chauffeur driven limos
And Broadway shows
Or pint of beer and salt and vinegar crisps
Hand me downs and a handshake from dad for a birthday gift
Can't buy love
Can't put a monetary price upon it
Its priceless
Everything else is window dressing
There are as many if not more
Unhappy wealthy people than there are poor
An ardent longing for the finer things ...
Vodka from eggs - bedrooms with wings.
Bugatti's and coffees topped with gold,
Armani, Brioni, and true absinthe, old.
Bottega Veneta or a Lanvin wool coat,
Yachts that are really just mansions that float.
Valets and limos and luxe high-rise suites,
Beds dressed in D. Porthault Jours de Paris sheets.
Bluefin sashimi, Kopi Luwak,
Yubari Melon, and real Dark To'ak.
Matsutake Mushrooms, Wagyu Beef,
South Devon Crab with fresh saffron leaf.
Almas Caviar, Bonnotte Potatoes,
White Alba Truffles, Canarian Tomatoes.
Heligan Pineapple, Densuke Black
Watermelon, sweet. In pocket, a stack.
Milan designed leather shoes and gloves -
Oh, I'm cursed, eternal, with such lavish loves!
So what is the claim, if extravagance deems?
I hope for tomorrow, and believe in my dreams.
For naught yet compares to my imaginings' wealth,
All the money on earth can't buy my good health.
So I dream, but I'm happy with all I've been blessed,
And MAYBE, in time ... fate will see to the rest.
With tattered coat and mangled soul,
I sit.
On cold concrete, and shadowed streets,
my pit.
My soiled hands extended out, my voice
cries, "A dime?"
My wandering eye peers out to them
in time.
They rush, ignore, but know they see
the crumpled me.
The city blazing with noise and motion
and activity.
Steam from beneath billows through
the crowd.
Taxis, limos, trucks with their calls
so loud.
Can no one stop? Can no one see
the blessing?
They are so lucky. So ever free,
but missing?
Missing what's the point of our being.
Our existence.
Able to do, and live, and be
without resistance.
Able to send one simple act my way.
to fray...
One cost of one meal, one bill, one drink
today?
Ah, if only I could be so true as to
be you.
Would that I could show such a
kind act or two.
Or would I too walk on?
The world rushes by, my heart cries
my spirit blue.
For I hear it clearly...but wait...
...or is that you?
Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu
An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits
They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They had Trudeau promise all and yet nothing at all
They had the press, polluting just as the rest
Paris 2015
The grandest of caviar conferences
Performing Eco terrorism in front of your very eyes
You all applaud when in fact you should all cry
They will tax you until you die
As you breathe the fumes of their failures
They are the magicians of false hope
Singing to the masses of global complacency
I will not dance or sing
This clown as left the ring
The carbon you all hate keeps seeping in
The cows and goats feel is no sin !
Out of touch in their Limos and jets
making promises not fulfilled yet
they can't hold a candle
to the pair who wore sandals
vote them all out of power? You bet!
City Street Lights
Soft yellow eyes peek down cluttered alleys
sad candle like glow for dumpster diners.
Children hurry home at street light curfew
drawn to the aromatic kitchens glow.
Blue lights of limos cruise the downtown lanes
basking in the cold fluorescent neon,
glaring invitations to fine dining
precursor to the evenings rising tide.
Harbor ferries bob like Chinese lanterns
gentle beacons adrift on loving’s sea,
edged by arcing glow of throbbing city
ablaze against the crushing cone of night.
TARNDAI
John G. Lawless
Find the Puzzle – Poetry Contest
9/29/2014
Mickey Mouse and Winnie the Pooh played ball
at the old schoolyard next to my friend’s house
after they were done only Pooh stood tall
we all looked at each other where’s the Mouse?
Pooh was sweating and panting out of breath
I handed Pooh a towel and he smiled
Pooh started crying about Mickey’s death
Mickey just vanish like a losing child
I never thought Mickey as a sore sport
out of nowhere two stretch limos appeared
Mickey called out lets go to the resort
after the Disney Buffet we all cheered
Walt Disney has brought happiness to all
our childhood memories will never fall
My story is not one of overnight sensation
It isn't even one that would get a standing ovation
No crowd cheering for another encore
No limos or screaming fans outside the door
My story is not one of great success achieved
If I told you it was so you would truly be deceived
No mountains of cash storing up in the bank
Sometimes not even enough fuel in my gas tank
My story is truly one of faith and trust in God
This journey I travel to some may seem quite odd
But it is through my faith that I find strength on a daily bases
And am able to ignore the penetrating looks on people's faces
My story is trust that God is with me wherever I may go
And He tells me I'm special to Him and this I'll always know
Don't need to be a star on earth cause I am in His eyes
No need for ego boosters cause God keeps me on the rise
My story is simple and plane to be told
I'll always choose Jesus over silver and gold
I'd rather have something that's truly guaranteed
Instead of something achieved purely through greed
The Surreal World of the US President
By Elton Camp
The one who is chosen for this position
Will experience an astonishing transition
For it is in just one single day, he went
From a citizen to being Mr. President
Nothing can prepare one for such a task
For severe criticism and adulation to bask
To the public the president does belong
But some will always think he is wrong
Although he has become man of the hour,
He finds he doesn't have unlimited power
Despite this obvious fact, just the same
For all that's wrong he is the one to blame
And there are sycophants around, galore
To falsely claim how much they do adore
But his lifestyle is surely something grand
Limos, servants, mansion & plumber at hand
Home, James
By Elton Camp
The usual hallmark of the one percent
Is that by chauffeured limo they went
If Astor, Rockefeller or Vanderbilt
You knew they were loaded to the hilt
When they were ready to leave the scene
They loaded into a waiting limousine
“Home, James,” is what they would say
It must be such fun to get to do that way
Limos now are nicer with different name
But those who ride in the back are the same
They have more money than they can spend
And only to other millionaires are they friend
I just wonder how much income tax they pay
Or if they get out of most of it by some way
President Obama seems to think they do
And, as far as I can know, it might be true
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