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Meeting friends
I am not a nice person I have little time
for meaningless natters and tend to be grumpy
and often I can be rude, and I'm not too fond of pomposity.
I{m unfailingly friendly with people who have fallen
on a hard time, there is a musician who came to Portugal he had
A job playing the guitar at a restaurant than the pandemic struck
and musicians were the first to go.
He prefers to eat outside well aware people think he is a tramp.
He has like me have travelled much, and we have a lot to talk about
I would not dream of giving money it would be offensive.
My other new-found friend is a man who looks like a retired diplomat
he had been to Sweden and Norway and was critical how Norway
had become too reliant on oil at the expense of other industries
such as shipping, fishery and farming
He asked me one day for twenty cents I gave him 50 cents.
No, he said I only need twenty to buy lactose-free milk.
He is slightly eccentric but very learned.
In the street where I live there are many new; rich people and
as such, snobbish and often intolerable beings.
But I have two friends, and it makes it interesting leaving the house
even if it is for a short time during the day.
She reminded mi of Liz thou prettier than Liz
She was engrossed in her smart phone... me relaxed
next to her chat chatting business... i could tell shes engrossed
not in her smart chats.... but in my chat with my buddy Sam
her enthusiasm keeps rising unable to hold it any more she joins
Albeit i an offhand sort of way.... Cynthia is in a quest
same as i... in our academic deans office at the varsity
Cynthia is on an errand.. she needs authentication of sorts
Her she is on an errand.. but going by looks i guess she is fun
fun to be with.. and now i do know fun to talk with am so wired
so outgoing is she...the guys at college call it the 'it' factor
it means the different between being labeled charming or...
outgoing, snob, geek, smart or simply amazing.. am not being
judgmental... and am not into labeling but into connecting..
connecting with... and Cynthia is already so connected
Delightful... a carelessly used word by them con artist
but am not interested in a con game but in the lady...
she isn't snobbish... as i do now have the precious number
if love were religion she and i followers.. we would fly on wings
delivered to the city of pleasure.. for keeping ideals of the faith
Of love and morals.. i guess well have to find out but am betting
betting on my mortal name and by the spark of flames in her eyes...
shes fun to be with and your's am not the type to be snobbish.. especially
especially when am dealing with such a pretty girl its till and until.. i know her
we part me thinking... that our encounter is.. for its the predestined path....
lewis nyaga
mku.. 1847hrs
a dedication to Cynthia
If you could would you give something of yourself to better a life of someone you may never even know?
Do you live for niceties, niceties, niceties or do you live?
Do you appreciate the weak jawed woes of education bought or education earned to make the life of somebody
Do you look down your nose at trade or honest hard earned skills because of the stupidity of breed?
Do you see the importance of or do you cut yourself away from the snobbish ancient rules of fools and their antiquated, irrelevant society.
Is social mobility a road only open to the clique of the variety of monies?
He’s an engineer, she’s an engineer
Does it matter if the degree was bought at court or within clubs or sold to someone who wanted a life, a hope, a dream to live hard earned, honestly and free?
Are the shackles of somebody’s ancestry a bind to how they could be?
Look at what we’ve got. The sheer elitist rot, tell me is that our lot or do we bend and break to deliver hope to the hopeless of their twisted, evil and archaic society?
Greed of all kinds, more for power n’ pelf
Drives men to play many a mischief
It enters our world like an invisible elf
Making one demean his esteemed self
Greed is like an uncontrolled steed
It might gallop in reckless speed
Any time it can kick you down to bleed
Sometimes even causing a stampede
Running after wealth is a wild goose chase
The snobbish, wealth can easily entice
Often they have to pay a heavy price
Greed generates greed and many a vice
Money is seen by some as master and Lord
Sad, they strive everyday to hoard
Even if a lot of wealth is procured
Alas, one never feels fully secured
The root cause of many a malady is greed
We witness the ills it does everyday breed
Minimize the wants and focus only on the need
Thus from monstrous greed, let us be freed
the avant-garde clan considered themselves intelligentsia
devoted to intellectual and cultural pursuits
wealthy?
yes.
intelligent? In some ways
but not intelligentsia.
true intelligentsia are illuminati.
advocates for social reforms
concerned for the less fortunate
builders, creators, endowers,
of hospitals and social services
this avant-garde clan was snobbish
felt they were better than most others
looked down at the peons
they lacked empathy, compassion and social consciousness
a friend told me that she thought illuminati means…
to sell your soul to the devil.
illuminati and intelligentsia are similar in meaning
these creeps possibly had sold their souls to the devil
their words were
me, me, me
I, I, I
not we we we
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavill - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
She was wild, free,
Everyone thought she was insane.
But he knew,
He knew she was just different.
That was why he loved her.
She did not know of his love.
She had not heard him speak of it
And she felt too modest to flatter herself with
thoughts of his
Undieing love.
He was quiet, shy,
People thought him snobbish, crude.
But she knew,
She knew of his intelligence.
That was why she loved him.
He did not know of her love.
He had not heard her speak of it.
He felt too modest to flatter himself that she would
truly be
In love with him.
They spoke but they did not communicate.
Their love was not seen through their words.
They would spend the rest of their lives apart,
Never knowing.
It's Harassment, Baby oops
By: Tom Wright
8/19/00
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
in these, I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed another's way.
Is today, considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do, don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride, intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering, too, is not allowed,
so put those thought's to rest.
Another's traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
nor take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat other's as you please.
In meeting, should I, not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say.
It won't be because I am snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.
I do not speak your language I said to the ghost.
I speak a better one, fancier than yours, fancier than most.
I speak American, taken from English and hillbilly.
Your language is stuck up, decidedly silly.
The ghost was astounded, confounded, incensed.
Old English had served him well ‘til this fence.
What is American he asked, in a haughty, snobbish way.
I immediately thought “tea time” and decided to play.
Have you not heard of the Boston Tea Party?
It was the day we took over your ship, hale and hearty.
We threw all your tea in the sea, ignoring your taxes.
He ran for his wood shed, his chains and his axes.
He came back empty handed, for he was a ghost.
Could not pick up anything, a crumb, maybe, at most.
We decided to be friends, we talked into the night.
Me and the ghost, on my lap. What a sight!
WILD NATURE
Far from squabble of snobbish sniffy people
I wish to visit a wild country
where loud amusement has no entry to disturb
simple innocent naive populace.
Bathed in soft Sun rays at delightful dawn
gazing at close by pinewood
I would like to lie supine not on smooth lawn but on feral grasses
on non-mowed meadow,
where light and shadow play hide and seek game.
I will enjoy crazy cattle grazing chewing coarse grasses and foliage,
or camels thriving on thorny bushes making barren field fertile.
I will walk on furrows of field of crops
Kaleidoscope of butterflies on flash and flutter of colorful wings
***** unfamiliar bird whistles to startle or croons in cadence.
My pleasure to pass through pathless wood
My rapture to feel fragrance of wild blossoms
I would like to venture verdure of verdant valley.
and watch wild insects allured to juices of agrestal plants.
I will feel offer of Nature as bliss in every limb
in the wild country.
I wish to escape compulsive constriction of city life
I will sleep sound in quietude on serenity of sublime solitude.
04/10/ 20
Fourth Place
'Wild' Poetry Contest by Anthony Slausin
First Place
-A Brian Strand 1092
Contest by Brian Strand