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Jealousy
I grinned as they laughed
as if making fun of me,
The lesser child of God-me,
Their inseparable love
Why could I not get?
Fortune smiling at them
and mocking at me,
Born with a silver spoon
Why not me ?
A luxurious life style
lavish dinners,
Adored by all
gleaming shimmers,
Beauty with a kind heart
at peak of fame,
Why not me ?
Was I born with those
green eyes?
A fright to laughter,
An injured lover's hell,
Cruel as a grave,
Stronger than love,
Well is that jealousy ?
My suspicious fears
and envious resentments,
Turned to a jealous rage
kept me burning inside,
Poetry doing top honours
wish were truly mine,
Hard work put by a friend
why hope win was mine ?
Oh envy !
Thy name I can't see,
I can't let that green eyed monster
ever feed on me !
Introspection
Rumination
Meditation
Will these cure my disease?
Will it change colour of my eyes ?
Written Sept 8th, 2015
For contest "Jealousy" by SKAT A
Awarded 4th place win
Once a dry dusty town called Rotgut,
Saw tornadoes and torrential rain,
As she walked down the lane hurriedly but,
Water smashed her out of the brain,
She then entered a famous city saloon,
Absolutely wet and her clothes dripping,
All elegant sitting, born with a silver spoon,
Many eyes gazed, the looks were stripping,
Shrinking herself as she sat on one table,
And ordered one quarter of best wine,
Toughest man was telling an old fable,
Tale of passionate he and she swine,
Curly blonde hair covering her teary eyes,
Recalls the night, how quickly the time flies!
Written on 26/7/14
Contest- A town called Rotgut
Sponsor- Jerry T Curtis
Life is a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
Let it all be a big surprise
We're just along for the ride
Some make a lasting impression on folks
Some don't as hard as they try
Some seem destined for greatness
Born with a silver spoon
But in the end, when your number's up
It's farewell financial tycoon
The most successful entrepreneur
Cannot opt out of the plan
It's not the size of your portfolio that counts
It's your value to your fellow man
When we really get down to basics
We put our pants on one leg at a time
So give yourself a reality check, folks
Be helpful be generous and kind
Life is really a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
© Jack Ellison 2014
“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said.
I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed.
You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out.
I threw the snow axe at her; irritated she had called it a spoon.
She ducked, as cool as a cucumber.
I was irritated now.
“I’ve got your number,” she told me.
I had no idea how she had gotten it.
“I was not born yesterday,” she added.
I knew from her wrinkles she was not lying.
“This is as easy as ABC,” she said. “You are transparent.”
I was not a happy camper now, she was getting under my skin.
“Hold your horses,” I told her. “You are coming on too strong.”
“You’ll be in hot water if you continue egging me on like this.”
She laughed. “Let me put a bug in your ear,” she said.
“Hot water is something I do best after falling through a hole in the ice.”
Hippy, could I say? Or rogue, rascal or roughneck?
Who, his and lives of others, does knowingly wreck;
These are 'born with a silver spoon in the mouth', sure,
In their mind and heart, yet, are these noble and pure...?
Though looked respectable, in verity, spoiled brats,
They hide from honesty like rats from frenzied cats;
Magnificent meals they majestically host,
As though accomplishing austere missions they boast...!
Wreckage, sabotage, torment, torture, loot and kill,
Watching others dying inch by inch - is their thrill;
Fighting against the good, is like playing football,
Their hearts never melt seeing severest death toll...!
As any association that gets started,
With principles noble and goodness wholehearted;
Bullingdon Boys too had objectives virtuous,
Living of which gradually grew arduous...!
17 March 2023
Bullingdon boys Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
My Bio
Born fish, a number three, perfect swimmer in sea,
Dearest child of my parents, eldest of the three,
Born with a silver spoon, a royal childhood,
Romantic and lively teens, witty and keen,
By God's grace, blessed with the best,
Burnt night oil in studies, to later realise,
Education doesn't surely turn you wise,
Married to my love, I am on cloud nine,
One sweet son, reason to dine and wine,
Extremist, passionate and quite a lot crazy,
Always on the toes, never ever feeling lazy,
Travel, adventure, peace and nature loving,
Dear friends my beats tugged at heartstrings,
Corruption and cruelty I can't tolerate,
Subjugation of women the most I hate,
Greed and selfish attitude makes me cry,
Gender inequality a curse so rampant but why?
New sunshine brings hope, it's my supper, it's my tibia,
Upma daughter of Anand and Sumitra, Chandigarh, India !
Written October 16th, 2014
For contest 'Bio poems' by Regina Riddle
Keys to the world
By Michelle Morris
22/04/2023
We give the politicians the keys to the asylum
And then wonder why the world is going crazy
We the fearful and cowardly populace
Of a cruel dystopian existence
Why do we do this?
Why can't we stand together?
Surely even the most humble among us
Could do it so much better?
Instead of creating solidarity
We seem to be pitted against each other
Always somehow feeding their agenda
The one percent that does no lasting good
They'll convince you that they're awesome
They'll flood you with their humanity
But behind the scenes so often the truth
Is hidden in horrible ignominy
And yet we still give them all the power
We still allow them all to rule
Being born with a silver spoon
Is no cause to be given a throne
We keep giving the rich and powerful
Keys to the world at large
Like the most beautiful pearls from oysters
Where we're just left holding the shells
Having wealth and power is a privilege
Is doesn't make them any better than anyone
So often those velvet ropes they own
Are bought by leather whips on the backs of slaves
Those from savage shores afar
Those from savage lands so near
By labelling them as such
They convince themselves of human inequity
Forgetting the rights they trampled upon
Forgetting the lands they took by force
Building mansions and estates all over
And claiming they're elite and better than all
It's time for history to be starkly revealed
It's time for penance and monetary appeals
Let us snatch those keys from cold, rich hearts
And give back the land and heal bodies and spirits to all parties
We keep losing the keys to the power hungry that take it
But those are not the rightful choices
It's time to entrust the keys to those who've earned it
From lowly born to hard working humanhood
© Michelle Morris, 2023
No retreat no surrender
They can’t take away my gift
It is from God
Even when I sin my grace cover my shadow
Why men can’t be fair to men
Man to man is unjust
I was told it never started in my time
So I understand to move on is never an option but a way
I Understand my reality so I go to work
Day after day am hustling
I need no excuse to feed my son
I have been up and coming as always
I will never give up the gift of God
Through this hard times I knew that
God never fails his own
So I have no fear over my enemies
They shall rise they shall fall
Yet God gift will live to shine on my hands
It is a destiny not a dream
No retreat no surrender
Some was born with a silver spoon
But i was born with a gift from God
I hold on to this gift
I share them with the world
Yes you are blessed to read me
I have nothing to loss
I have nothing to gain
But I have a life to live
I keep on saying this words cos
I hold on to the gift of God
It add no sorrows or agony
Despite it attract enemies
Who believes with life pressure
And life circumstances I will give up
In life some are born with a silver spoon
I was born with a gift from God
Am sorry to disappoint my enemies
Yes am sorry in this case there is
No retreat no surrender
The ladders by which I shall soar
And the uncoursed peaks I must tour,
Are set before my gaze;
A complex and baffling maze.
For this I need my paths well to know:
That I'm not the son of a knight,
And I was not born with a silver spoon in the mouth
Nor did any wise men visit from the east or the south
After my lowly birth to Lord's servants meek.
I shall through all means known and also those unknown
Pierce every opposition and walls of dark;
For I'm my Heavenly Father's son,
And Him well-pleased with me nothing I shall lack;
To me belong all go-downs of silver and gold;
Every bit of success is His still,
And while sure that this all He shall bestow,
I just beg to do His will.
It shall astound many my soaring to fame,
When devil's cohorts shall labor under spirits lame;
And all my beloved friends I shall surprise.
I pray this day she be alive my affectionate mum,
And my father's departed spirit still with me,
Oh! what a wonderful day this shall be!
And the Lord who rules by His Omnipotent rod,
Shall all His vital mercies afford.
9/17/18
"Blues""
They don't even notice a new you
Ooooo
They keep looking at me like I'm cuckoo
Boo-hoo
Who knew
I'd have such bad juju
All that's left is a doll used for voodoo
Any day now I'm due to
Evolve into Mewtwo
Then I'll be a guru
Just love me, since very few do
Nothing I said is voulu
I’m looking for a nice girl that can dance in a tutu
Her name doesn't have to be Lulu
Taking a cruise
Got the blues
My grasp on reality, I'm starting to lose
No longer minding my P’s and Q’s
Continuing to booze
And snooze
Had to pay my dues
Can't follow the clues
Must be missing a few screws
Heart beaten black and blue
An endless ooze
Of blood followed by a bruise
Not a single soul whose
Able to walk a mile in my shoes
No longer amused
Or Enthused
At a rapid rate I consume
Substances being abused
Aghh, I'm so confused
To tell the truth, it's of no use
Because I've always been doomed
Overhead a black cloud loomed
And there was endless gloom
I Improved
Then fell back and lost my groove
She sent me nudes
Of much more than her boobs
To me and ten other dudes
Then she had an attitude
And wanted to feud
Because I wasn't in the mood
To put up with bull, go ahead and call it rude
Whew!
For you
I made more than room
And then boom
There you were marrying a man born with a silver spoon
Able to literally buy you anything underneath the stars and moon
Picking flowers that recently bloomed
To whom
It may regard, may this lead you to a boon
With something so very opportune
Got to keep making moves
After what I choose
All while sampling different foods
Nearby a lagoon
Just following my own tune
Looking up at the moon
While atop a dune
Time has once again proved
That from the picture, I've already been removed
It's okay because this afternoon
It will all be over soon