Short Debutantes Poems

VIOLETS IN SPRING

Violets in funereal sleep,
bonnie beneath Winter’s crust.
Breathless debutantes,
preparatory young virgins,
putting on pretty purple petals.

Virtuous violets gracefully glide
through the rich soil,
burgeoning intoxication,
the world’s first tantalizing taste
of their demure debutante smiles.


Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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Have we opened up Pandora's 
box
That we can't now seem to 
close
Secrets don't stay on the block
The price of progress I suppose

We have become a world of 
voyeurs 
Engrossed in other peoples 
dreams
Debutantes celebutaunts 
posers 
Athletes, actors and queens. 

Enemies, frenemies bffs 
Who crave the madding crowd 
Who appear to live with no 
regrets
Except no negative vibes 
allowed....

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Sunday morning sardines
Sing trademarked sermons
No gain, guitars must be clean
To harken out the predetermined

Donation cards in cursive fonts
A prayer for a new patio to
Crosses finished like their countertops
Their fair-weather faith up for review

This is for the poor Diet Coke debutantes
In Burberry scarves with lipstick grins
Money isn’t everything but it's all they got
Life is just so hard for those who always win...

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I want to see the clash of the classes

The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden 

wallow in the welfare 
 scream at those who don't care

soak up society
 revel in the rivalry

 step on the suited 
 smile at the smart

 vilify the antagonists 
 snore at the soporifics

 bleed in the gutter
 be saved by another

 turn out the lights
 smile at the night

 experience the extremes
of a midnight's dream

By Robert McDermott...

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It is fast becoming rampant,
The whole thing: perfect irritant:
Baring screened-off contents of pants
Guilty:  old dames and debutantes
And these pants are exorbitant,
Uncomplaining buyer brilliant!

Freedom continues to seeds plant
Crossed Christians turning militant,
Who would wearer waste or her pants,
New growing mistrust of fired rants,
Towards shaming violence slant 
No more to assaults an “I can’t.”

But what would women establish 
In pants that their contents publish?...

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