Meritocracy Poems | Examples

Sweetest Lie

You may not believe me
But I know it so well
Every lilac tree
Has its own special smell
This I fail to describe
Its expressless to me
Each tree has its own type
Blooming easy and free
There's no equality shared
No familiar democracy
Lilacs fragrances spread
Fugitive meritocracy
Flattering you with the one
Sweetest lie
You are still fair and young
If you give it a try.

Life is like Reality TV

Hyperbole hubris

Venal penal

Avarice abyss

Bucolic tonic?

Ironic…sardonic

Or

Vitriolic bliss mate!

Mendacious salacious

Algorithm schism

Audacious outrageous

Vicarious or nefarious

Whatever geography

Clever hagiography

Moderate.. no berate

Generate..venerate hate

Casting various sordid spells

Schadenfreude morbid void

Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)

But

Despotism urges Nepotism

Surges of Plutocracy

Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy

Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy

So

Resist narcissists trysts

Reminisces.. enlighten..persists

Sagacious benevolent gracious times

Redolent without malicious vicious

Murky mucky malevolent mists

INCOHERENCE

         


The rich are getting richer,
the poor are getting poorer...
they call this meritocracy
and they still ask for and win votes...!

BIG HOAX OR FALSE MERITOCRACY

          In flashs and dances
      all immemse merits drown -
         pure vast empty minds.

We Believe in Diverse

  We believe in diverse in our universe
    Our government’s a meritocracy in reverse

  Red folks, brown folks, yellow and green
    Indigenous Indians, Asians, Orientals, ‘Mar-sheens’

  So despite constant breakdowns in communication
    Multicolor anger and fury benefits all nations…

  We also support workplace equity
     All employee reviews must be ‘A’ or ‘B’ 

  And of course there’s inclusion, finally
     For violent ex-felons we bend the knee 

  All told, with our universe we’ve given birth
     ~ to a bigger mess than Planet Earth

A Phantasmagoria of Nonsense

I searched in vain for inspiration.
I even climbed the sacred Parnassus
Where all the muses reside.
I danced with them
Engaged in endless discourse.
All in vain.

Then I resigned to my fate.
Oh Pythagoras? How I refused
Ever to believe in your metempsychosis?
Alas that meritocracy should be reborn
Reborn to write again,
Reborn from darkness and void
Reborn to mock myself again.
With a splash of painted words,
Disjointed, without sense.
A sickly morbid earthling
Fed on the slums and dregs of earth,
Pampered on deadly drugs.,
Only to be haunted by a thousand empty dreams.


Now I solely scribble:
A mass of oddly disjointed lines, 
Words upon words, a phantasmagoria of nonsense, 
While ashes fall upon the yellow pages 
Scented with nicotine of stale cigars.

The Sentinel

"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"He pits the parties
To perfect His will
In His heavens,
And on His Earth!"

"I trust Him to do the right thing 
More than I trust my own judgment."

"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"Their moral high-rank 
Is only a Mirage,
Tricking a thirsty soul
That its way is safe!"

"I trust Him to guide my footsteps
More than I trust my own eyesight."

"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"His powerful help- 
Irrelevant crutches
In their blind pursuit
Of deceitful wages!"

"I trust Him to keep on winning
More than I trust my own profit."

"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"The Savior loves you-
But there's no such thing
As acceptable sin,
Because it ruins!"

"I will trust Him and His choices
More than I trust my own reason."

"He comes, He comes!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"With Heaven's Armies
And all His holy ones
To keep His promises
For those who trust Him!"

"I trust Him to keep His Word
More than I trust the Meritocracy."

Hour Glass

Rumbling thunders but wounded voices were more distinctly heard… Pouring wonders for my eyes flutter more than that beautiful bird….

Innocence blinded me to see hidden malice…Building Avenues for hope is the only solace… Well, this hope also doesn’t hold any promise!!

All that’s Lurking my mind uninformed about the time… Life isn’t a meritocracy of counting days it’s got no meaning if joy delays with the loves ones!…..

Like a cusped dandelion spores are blown… I choose to stay away for it’s okay to feel alone rather to be felt thrown….though I mourn and mourn…

Time is passing, days are crawling…. Life is moving… But the sand in the hour glass isn’t falling…

Tell Me No More

Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more about trust,
For trust is a barren risk,
A naked wire,
With no remorse or warranty
Tell me not about truth,
For truth has become a figment of imagination...
Truth has become propaganda, slander and mobbing 
Tell me not about justice,
Justice have become solstice

Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more...
Tell me not about conscience,
For it is more than an open wound
Tell me not about decorum
What we have is audacity
Tell me not about knighthood,
What we have is dishonor 

Friend,
Tell me not about meritocracy, 
What we have is kleptocracy
Tell me not about love,
For love is cash and carry

My friend,
Tell me not about pain,
For without pain,
There is absolutely no gain

Northernwhitemale Privileges

Some people 
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.

So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.

So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.

So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.

So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.

So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism

So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.

Turquoise Hat

If God's divinely polyamorous will
is not a health-optimizing meritocracy,
an economic
and politically cooperative 
democracy
of regenerating multicultural wealth

Then may She eat Her post-climatic
degenerating
desecrating
hat.

Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin.

Ameica's Newsman Tells You

I love my country with all loyalty
I love our ideas and democracy 
I enjoy my freedom all too well
But recently America has made me say what the hell
A news-man on TV once told me, 
That this country is perfectly fine We live in meritocracy
Based off talents, hard work, and a working based currency
I replied to the screen, haven’t you seen
Plans of bailout, political corruption, and CEO fiends
He interrupted my statement to say, 
If you disagree with our government you live in an un-American way
I said well hell that’s unfair; I criticize our government constructively because I care
I yelled I just want see change, I just wanna help this country through my minor things!!
The newsman then said, believe what I say support current system or else bad things lie 
ahead
My roommate walked into the room and said, this man knows his sh-t James his books I 
read, 
I said oh hell America might be dead.

Almost

As the juices pound against the confines; of that which is he
Neither escape nor point of release is apparent; there are only but small trickles.
And it sits inside the confines of the illusions; amongst the too, too many.
Expression is restricted to hopeful displays of intellect; often construed only as clever.
    Through a window of opportunity comes; a small flow of outpouring;
    Written word formed in rhyme; abstract stories provoking ones mind;
    Mere overflow of expression; the matter recovered from a skimming.
    And the depths of creativity remain untapped; as opportunity slips by.
Plucking at the strings of melody even then; only potentiality emerges;
And the curse of meritocracy ever pollutes; as hope fades into acceptance.
Needles pierce the hand; much like nails; and life crescendos to its climax.
Soon gone and yes soon forgotten; color it pale; so as to demonstrate the bright

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