Either she had skipped a class,
Now in lecture halls with Glass
Or had merited The New
For The Quite Brilliant Few:
To no longer mow down grass
Mean labor prefects bypass;
What All Former mates treasure
And strictly take for pleasure
Like Ice-cream-recharged leisure!
It is an Immunity
Not in University
And that’s The Adversity,
For others she shall pity.
Categories:
prefects, devotion, education, encouraging, environment,
Form: Rhyme
My dear Miss Peach how lovely!
Your table boasts so fair
You've chosen the finest bubbly
Best porcelain plates and crystal ware
Your handpicked guests are perfect
They know just what to say
They are prefects without defects
With no real opinions per se
Your parties are full of boasting
With braggarts, blowhards and egos
Pomposity excels in what they are toasting
Meaningless, pointless placebos
So Miss Peach I beg you not be stilted
Or try in your best elegance to change
What manner you provide is boring and gilded
And matters not to bourgeois talk wearisomely deranged
October 20, 2020
Completely Your Choice (30) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
prefects, hyperbole, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Grand Slam
God Damn
What a Sham
Devoid of a Plan
And who will be left to hold the Can
When we have shot everyone in the Foot
And none of us can walk to the well
To Tell
The Robots
No 1 is listening anymore
We have reached an impasse
The glass houses are imploding
On the corrosion of self
The mirror's are stuck reflecting
Mental health in skin so thin
Long passed caring
Thanks for sharing
My toe's are done curling
The shedding thread
Caught between the window ledge
And garden hedge
The blown washing
Has come to rest
Trying to escape the slam
Of every door that shut before
Come what may
Letting up
Is not giving up
It is progress
In costly
Designer Dress
The Reflex
Of the Prefects
Categories:
prefects, slam,
Form: Free verse
2.
No Golden Honour
Golden in the class
Honour certificate
No problem
But mademoiselle
Was to cry
Something changed,
Who knows when?
Something changed,
Even I don’t know why.
3.
Tiny, Capricious, Impish
Tiny, capricious, impish,
Perfect imitations of head prefects,
Nearly got caned for it,
Get your hands out of your pockets!
Cackles of laughter before grace,
Up before the head prefects,
Endearment to the seniors,
Friend of all the tough guys,
The most popular bloke in the third form,
Constantly in trouble,
Ingenious smile on an angel’s face,
Tiny, capricious, impish.
Tiny, capricious, impish,
Perfect imitations of head prefects,
Nearly got caned for it,
Get your hands out of your pockets!
Categories:
prefects, cry, england, hurt, london,
Form: Free verse
This misty sky
a reflection of our misty life
in its sucked up, clouded vision
without any sense of perception,
its hopes, its desperation, its life,
clinging, slipping, dropping away
from view, from all of us,
droids and prefects alike,
too numerous
to see through the mess,
too brain dead to think aloud,
to escape from this sick world
of profits in money not in hope
or dreams or love or life,
created by our bosses to protect
and huddle us from the harsh
realities of unknown centuries
and create our own 'civil'isation,
our life our hopes hanging on their walls
The misty sky is all in our sight
I want to be on the star shining bright
Categories:
prefects, philosophy, political
Form: Free verse