Short Elite Poems
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As Joe’s voice sours and may fade
A candidate parade and trade
Could upgrade our choice!
We'll sweetly rejoice
If lemons become lemonade
Number of Elite
Number of elite
All of them that trump may meet
Led to his defeat.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I am a Prestigious Professor of Philosophy,
At a quite Elite University.
I get generous grants,
To sit on my pants,
And write books that nobody reads.
Form:
Wildly
Outstanding
Mothers
Energized
Naturalists
Able
Ready
Elite
Highly
Evolved
Resourcefully
Emotional
Noticeably
Opportunistic
Winners
Prepped to become political fixtures
mirror practice would reflect their picture
elite hand jive
making signs
first one taught was rock paper scissors.
9-30-17
The mighty crests
Are elite sparkles
Glimmers of light
Is a diamond show
Focus intensely
On the gorgeous waves
To see the shimmers
Embedded within the sea
Russell Sivey
A banjo picker elite I once used to be,
Now my nose is the favorite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
The pickin' finger it soils
Let alone getting snots on my manly goatee
Pride myself as a giggle maker elite
Putting smiles on your kissers, I'm at your feet
At your service each day
To happy up your way
Enjoying life's ups and the downs to beat
Political Elite
Protected Class
Ivory Towers
Deceitful Cast
Foolish Games
Wasting Time
Dirty Swamp
Committing Crime
Above the law
the fodder be
of course it's you
of course it' me.
Sahafat kar magar asool Kay Saath,,
Baran baran crore Kay bunglay na bana,,
Qatil group Kay khilaf awaaz to utha,,
Haq Sach ko jhoot say na Mila....
Note.syed iqrar ul hassan shame on you....
Ships of the deserts, ancient as life itself
Camels are our friends when water is scarce
A pack animal elite
Never bothered by heat
Aboard these guys tween their humps in pairs
A banjo picker elite I once used to be,
Now my nose is the favourite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
My pickin' finger gets soiled
Let alone snotty dripping on my manly goatee
Elimated Plate To Eat
There were the elegant, elaborate elite,
Who with many morons they may meet;
Are hard corps;
Exist no more;
Eliminated by poison all up they did eat.
Jim Horn
,
Pride myself as a giggle maker elite
Putting smiles on your kissers, I'm at your feet
At your service each day
To happy up your way
Enjoying life's ups and the downs to the beat
Trump Mustered Out
We met Trump at mustering gate
And see him we could hardly wait
Failed having bone spurs in feet
Now is part and parcel of elite
How can a moron others educate?
Jim Horn
The FINA ruling makes such sense,
I first assumed it was the Bee:
Transition by the age of twelve,
Or swim the “open” policy.
Trans swimmers will no more compete
In women’s races deemed elite.
Regards,
Elite
Genuine,
And
Righteous,
Dearest,
Soupers
Clever
Handed,
And
Really
Lovely,
Enchanting
Stories
Maybe
Everyone,
Sharing
Soup,
Is
Nice,
Absolutely
Form:
Where Elegant Elite Do Meet Defeat
There are always those elegant elite,
Who are in White House we may met;
In thick and thin,
Always ugly as sin;
Defeat purpose and repeat and repeat.
Jim Horn
"Judge I just don't get it pleaded Pete,
Owner of Heavenly Escorts Elite,
Given the economy's plight
And with no relief in sight,
We’re just trying to make ends meet"
Copyright Paul Thomson 2009
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Children of a lesser God
not chosen by the elite
color codes as well as creed
not accepted by their God
Fie on dieties
Children of a lesser God
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April 4, 2020
If I had to feast on one last treat,
I wouldn’t think twice.
Palate pleasing plunge, elite -
Farewell dark and bittersweet.
Mayan, Belgian, Swiss -
Adieu to all spice -
Chocolate I will miss.
The best slaveholders most certainty,
are they who have convinced their slaves that they are free,
and today we are all enslaved by the rich super elite,
who bind us all in chains with their absolute control of money.
Intellectual larceny
the academic elite
Immune from indictment
inured and effete
They swing their false knowledge
like weapons to maim
The truth left in ashes
— their lies to inflame
(Septa R5: February, 2024)
Do I mourn the falling leaf?
Does the rose feel the pain?
Does a rose a rose remain?
Can the rose be a rose again?
So swathed elite adorned
Though the leaves are mourned
Yet the rose a flower all
Until the rose it'self will fall