Short Haughtily Poems

Chicago Med is my main jam.
My favorite is when Dr. Sam
Haughtily consults
And others insults
While acts like not giving a damn.

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Have you met her?
Not yet. I reply.
I’m not sure you will like her, she says, haughtily.
As much as I dislike this person, I want to hear more.
Feeling a kindred spirit right around the corner....

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A badly crazed, disgustingly earnest feline
grossly, haughtily, ignorantly judges kangaroos,
losing many niggling oppressed pumas
quietly reserving skunks to understand
very wayward x-rays, you Zebras....

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The timid smiling naked
              butterfly dances.      
           The perfumed Spring
            walks haughtily.
          Lilliputian angels  gaze
         at the fiery east with fearful
                   eyes.
          Maybe our scars will not
           bleed again....

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You should not have paid that she said.
Smugly. Haughtily. In a mean unkind ugly way.
I gave her my famous straight-lined smile.
The one I reserve for my enemies.

I would not have bought that, she told me.
Stuck up, aggressively, in a nasty, despicable way.
I did not even hear her this time.
She had ceased to be a part of my world now....

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Career assessment test 
In college assessment office 
Multiple choice test. 
Choose your best answer. 

Would you rather 
Be to be a detective? 
Video Game Designer?
Author? 

Her write in answer: 
Princess 
Please.

Supervisor prematurely.
Rolls eyes 
Silly her. She haughtily thinks. 

Name of student 
Meghan Markle 
Now who Is laughing?...

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Give me a band aid please! He said.
He is three and loves them.
Star Wars band aids, Darth Vader band aids, 
Roblox band aids, Power Ranger band aids,
Barbie band aids, puppy band aids.
He is wearing six of them on his legs already.
I give him a box and he adds to his collection.
Pleased to be entertained.
Mommy does not let me do this! He informs me haughtily.
Mommies can’t, grandma’s can, I reply....

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You’re doing it wrong, she said.
I kept doing it my way.
I wouldn’t do it that way, she stated emphatically.
Her reiteration amused me.
She has never had a child, yet she knows how I should raise my six.
Let me show you how to do it, she suggested haughtily.
I’m good, I replied. 
Wondering about her solitary life,
and her all-knowing ways and her expert in child rearing
How does she live by herself, wasting all of this wisdom?...

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Artistic Integrity
squeamish questions abound
	about the art of love,
impressionistic and commonly given
	to misinterpretations,
but with gall declared;

“my art has hung with grandeur in halls never”
“my art been the conversation of royalty,
	haughtily, but fleeting once”
“my art has been declared in periodicals, 
none”
“my art has nary been spoken of”

on your walls abound
	the integrity and depth
	of an artist’s vision...

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A large round blue ball.
A plastic bat, faded beyond belief.
An enthusiastic four-year-old grandson.

“Grandma, I am in position,” he says. “Throw the ball.”
Bam. It hits me on the top of the head, delighting him.
“You are a natural slugger, “I tell him.  
We repeat these steps about three hundred times.

“Five more minutes,” I say.
“Ten more,” he answers.
He was exhausted in about eight.
“You are throwing it wrong!” he told me haughtily.
Confidence! Nothing like it....

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