a lowborn weasel
slinking in verdant grasses
mice tiptoe softly
Categories:
lowborn, animal,
Form: Senryu
Now, quite suddenly Spring is sprung on us
with sunny fields of colorful flowers;
without the wicked wind, without the fuss
of princesses in their golden towers,
for even those in servitude will look
upon the riches strewn from Mother's love;
the melodies from yonder flowing brook,
the softly cooing music of the dove,
the purple hues of simple violet,
the yellow sprigs upon the hill,
the buttercup with wild red rose well met
in finest soil turned up by lowborn till.
Whether rich or poor both rejoice in Spring,
with bountiful blessings in everything.
Categories:
lowborn, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Harry was lowborn.
He felt ashamed and subnormal.
Hapless, luckless, useless his parents told him.
His self-talk was negative. Loser, fool, creep.
Sally fell in love with Harry.
She saw his goodness, his empathy, his compassion.
She did her best to build him up.
But he could not change his opinion of himself.
She was good.
He was bad.
It would not be fair to her, so he broke it off.
Sally could not build him up as fast
as he could tear himself down
He lived a lonely, sad, solitary life.
Living down to the expectations of his parents.
They always said he was no good.
Categories:
lowborn, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
My soul finds rest in God alone,
my rock and my salvation, He -
though arrows of the devil fly,
my fortress God shall ever be.
How long will sorrows plague my days?
Curses and lies assaulting me -
my soul finds rest in God alone,
my rock and my salvation, He.
O mighty rock! In you we trust,
and in your refuge we are blessed.
We pour out hearts of praise to you -
in you alone we find our rest.
We lowborn ones are but a breath,
unknowing of our length of days.
God is our loving source of strength,
most worthy of our highest praise.
Come end of troubled earthly days,
His follower's reward shall be
to find eternal rest in God;
our rock and our salvation, He.
Meditation upon Psalm 62
Categories:
lowborn, god, religious,
Form: Quatrain
gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster.
nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across.
with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts of imperial capital always have big deal to yield,
so august the majestic center, so wretched the lowborn hobos, ouster order seems to get it best addressed,
with wish we roil, for wish we toil, how come repayment of repellence proves us a foil to the soil sordidly steeled?
humanity they tread, hostility they breed, how bleak it is to plead for the creed they've professed!
empty as the firmament is, vast as the earth, no habitat for us o'er the horizon strides caste chasm.
much as we wail, much as public opinion vociferates, the sacrament highest held hails from their behest.
astray our kith and kin adrift our kismet, ashtray accommodates our enthusiasm, echoes with their gleeful spasm.
ouster order, peremptory, outrageous, sledgehammer; its wide-ranging aftermath ne'er to be redressed.
Categories:
lowborn, abuse,
Form: Rhyme