Long Posh Poems

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A Place of Note

A place of note

  There live in Cascais many older adults, 
some of them are wealthy widows (but I have yet to meet any)
they sleep late the internet doesn´t begin before 9-10 o’clock 
and I`m up at seven, the habit of a lifetime.
The redundant royal lives in a posh hotel I think they are paid
by the countries, they came from to stay away.
Some royalists dream of bringing back the kings
Queens (not that sort) princes and princesses, better not 
to upset any of them as they have friends in high places.
The mask we have to wear id a blessing hiding ancient lips
and gold teeth, wearing a mask makes people look younger.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.


Modest Finanaces

Modest finances 

We're supposed to travel to the Algarve, stay at a posh hotel, and eat at a restaurant that sells African food
on my birthday
So many medical bills coming, an unhealthy thud in our post-box and the tediousness of re-insuring the car to walk in our car-infested town and the lengths to banks and medical facility makes a car 
a must.
Of course, we could go to the Algarve, stay at a doss house, and risk fighting the bedbugs, there have been many French tourists this year.
When the finances are modest, it is not tragic one has to be less craven and do with Coca-Cola. Burgers and hot fries, there is a charm to meeting those who have as little as us, we feel as if we belong 
to the masses and buy a left-wing newspaper.
How wrong we are, the hamburger crowd is not 
interested in who rules their life, all they want 
is a burger, with fries.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Trooping the Colour

(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)


You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.

Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days at school?
I saw your show on stage -
those school plays, musicals, but mainly ballet.
Such standards, almost worthy of a jubilee.

And here you are on our TV.
A performance, Dominic, seen by our Queen,
and millions, oh millions, of viewers.
You're at that Platinum Jubilee,
a concert full of marching men,

a march that is a parade,
a parade that is a ballet -
performing people, of course.
Would you wish to know me, Dominic,
now you're in your very posh world?


(June 2022)

(You may wish to see also "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2003)

when nothing makes sense

When nothing makes sense

Let's go to Doctor Lunda, she said 
I found a place near the bus terminal that had no buses
A policeman came and said we could not park there
and rules are rules, but he offered to drive to Dr. Lunde
in my car, on the way, he got the gears wrong, and we ended up in a shallow lake
I called a truck, and the policeman said that the owner of 
the car
I was responsible;  rules are rules; the truck pulled out
Dr. Lunde turned out to be a chiropractor, the policeman
said I had to pay because I was the owner of the car
where he got a bad back
Later, we drove to a furniture dealer and had a cheap 
Swedish furniture we had to put together ourselves
but the glue was free of charge
I am not a handyman
A lady came into the shop and said I had to clean
 my car since everyone around here is posh
When I had cleaned the car, we walked to a café
that sold Swedish meatballs with mashed potato 
but on that day, they had no mash left; meatballs
and mash go together, the woman would not let
us buy anything, the policeman said rules are rules
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Did They Or Didn'T They

DID THEY OR DIDN’T THEY?

He wanted to ask her out and wondered should he
a)	just walk up to her and ask her
b)	send her an e-mail
c)	send her a text
d)	leave a note in her desk

If he should ask her out, she wondered, should she
a)	say yes please, she’d love to
b)	tell him she was washing her hair that night
c)	say she was already spoken for
d)	laugh and walk away

If he did and she said yes, would he
a)	take her to see a movie
b)	escort her to a posh restaurant
c)	suggest a romantic walk in the woods
d)	leave it to her to decide

So did they
a)	go on one date and call it a day
b)	go on lots of dates and fall in love
c)	marry on a sunny day in June
d)	live happily ever after

30th January 2023
The Multiple Choice poetry contest
Sponsor - Suzanne Delaney
Form: List


Premium Member Going Down the Drain

Another Atlantic City hotel-casino is going away.
The once-esteemed Taj Majal closes its doors after Labor Day.
It has a big casino with tables and machines galore.
There are posh restaurants, a state-of-the art theater, and much more.
This place is truly a landmark at the New Jersey Shore.
However, it will be a part of history, and not around anymore.
The hotel still bears a presidential candidate's name.
In recent years, it has fallen into financial shame.
It's been awhile since that man has been at the establishment.
These days, he's too busy running for President.
Not long ago, he had four hotels in the city.
Soon he will have none.  Does that seem like a pity?

from a news story found on New York Daily News.com
Form: Rhyme

A Blue Sapphire For a Black-Tie Gala

Diamonds can be of stunning glittering white,
I own one and it's a blue sapphire I admire;
it doesn't cost more than a Ferrari or a Rolex watch,
I bought it after drinking half bottle of scotch! 

I wore it once at a black tie gala and I got noticed many times;
are diamonds, villas, cars, and watches the primary wishes 
of wealthy men, but not of ordinary ones? Do they mean 
a lot to them: when they lay lustful eyes are on gorgeous women?

I envy that guy filtering with an elegant high society lady,
she gives him all the attention of an Emir totally ignoring me;
hey, I'm wearing a blue sapphire I bought yesterday at Tiffany...
to get the attention of Lena winking at Paul, but avoiding me!

Do I deserve this expensive stone? Is it fit for my posh status?
I don't own yachts, or villas on the Amalfi Coast, I am not a guru!
I keep talking and showing it off, nobody cares even green-eyed Sue!
And angrier than an ignored clown, I turn greener than a cactus!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Came To Australia

i Came to Australia
by Bob Moore © 2020

I came to Australia a long time ago
as soon as I started to talk, they would know
you are a Pome, then they would laugh
your always whinging, and don’t like a bath

We arrived on a Thursday, at Pyrmont 14
and went to a hostel, in a black limousine
the only family who were going there
looked real posh, but we didn’t care

In my pocket two shillings, was all that I had 
with me, my three sisters, my mam and my dad
all else was back there, in a life left behind
with the hope, and belief, that a new one, we’d find

To a hostel in Burwood, that’s where we were bound
four rooms in a long hut, our new home we found
we made one the main room, with a tele and things
with hopes for a good future, a new start brings

Bob Moore
Form: Rhyme

The Near Past

A photo of the near past

The year is 19O1, a market on a muddy field
selling, God knows what, I see cattle, and children playing around
the muddy ground, it had been raining in the morning
but this does not dampen the excitement of the day; the people
back then did not bother with posh umbrellas.
The men wear suits that look like hand-me-downs from the rich
people on the hill, the women too, try to look elegant
wear hats, the children run around in long dirty frocks
they look happy living an alternative life among the adults;
not to forget the ever-present dogs.
At a farm workers' market, everyone has a half day off
before returning to work to feed and milk the cows.
On the scene rests peace of an unchanging world that will
Soon be shattered by wars, hunger and economic forces.
Nothing will be the same again as the 19th-century approaches.
I look at the photo and think, every living thing at the market
on that day is long since dead a few of them are remembered 
perhaps a faded photo of great grandparents as young is found
in a cottage for workers, due to be demolished for a new road. 
Forgotten is the life lived by farm workers of 1901
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Disillusioned Vows

Unfulfilled little promises that my people made to me.. 

My mother vowed me to buy a heart shaped dollar..
But she didn't
My father vowed that he would buy own house..
But he didn't 
My girl friend told she would teach me to ride bike ..
But she didn't
My best friend told he would offer me treat..
But he didn't
My partner told he would invite me abroad ..
But he didn't

I too made a promise but it's on tussle..

I promised to be a lifelong friend
To one of the girl who's posh trend
As our friendship grew high
I began to sadly sigh 
I analysed her personality thorough
As I slightly disliked it though
Managed to stick and adjust
Not letting her aware that am unable to ingest.
But still somehow I promised to be her affable friend
despite knowing one day she is gonna force me bend.
I need to maintain distance mode
to prevent from fight explode

We all do promises for one or the other reason

Once given away your promises
Lock it in heart's folder premises
It has to be consciously kept
Later not distressfully wept

Before you make
For someone's sake
Not knowing if they're fake
You need to ponder
Then later don't wonder

Finally when it is made
It should be saved
Don't allow it to fade...

30-5-2020

~DEEPA~

 Second place in the Contest.
Note1: *The promise poetry Contest*
Sponsored by Silent One
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

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