Short Privileged Poems
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privileged clouds catch breath...
meadowlark’s song bridges gulf...
rain's tympanic leaves
Brian Johnston
November 11, 2015
Elitist school hovering;
Hummingbird-like wind laden migrating.
Evening mess hall dining;
Past the locked gate.
Privileged are those
born with kingly fate
No struggles,no sufferings
Born,just to rule,to rise
With power beyond the crowd
and destiny,as distinguished...
a privileged, coddled maltese
is so spoiled her demands never cease
eating only fresh fish
from a fine china dish
her sole friend is a smug pekinese
1/1/22
A poor
who became a scholar
and sophisticated by effort
produces further for humanity,
than a fortunate privileged,
erudite, sophisticated ...
but bored
by birth...!
Oceans of Opulence
Seas of Greed
Mountains of Monuments
People in Need
Privileged and Pampered
Wealth to the Skies
Gold in your Pockets
Death in our Eyes
cheap labour
the foundation of
large income
slowly killing
the less privileged
enriching the opressor
whose? foundation
is never solid
without? the grives
from
cheap labour
Form:
The canvas empty
The pen is sickly
Spewing emotional guts
Heavy weight lifted
Right hand is privileged
Leaving the paper nip-tucked
Eddie Merritt......."Alouette Your cleansing rite" Peace
privileged
sublime
surreal
dreams
strange
detached
zeitgeist
circular
bizarre
blissfully
isolated
translucent
labyrinthine
insightful
extravaganzas
of
eccentricities
Forgotten with dust in a showcase
Rest two pair of silver high heel
Memory of a singer
Winner of song prizes
Loser in her life
Privileged voice
Turned off by
A bad
Choice
July 30, 2017
Of course, there's life out there in the cosmos
Who do we think we are, a bunch of privileged trolls
So I'm celebrating early
Coz my days are short, surely
Could happen sooner, then who'll be in control
Do Not Boo Hoo
I live you so do not boo hoo
We are part of privileged few
God loved us from very start
Never have a change of heart
Prayers for us all you should do.
James Ambitious Religious Horn
Retired and Very Hopeful Veteran
Poetry provides portrayals of people,
as a privileged peek of a portraits premier.
Either words of wisdom written with wonder
will welcome the withered and worn,
or blossom the buds of a beautiful being
and bless breath to the bitterly born.
What a night!
What a beautiful night !
The changes we make
The priorities we put forward
The daily mess in our home
Reflect like a florescent lamp glowing all over the places
Oh what a priveledge it is...
To be mom and dad to our baby girl ??
Whilst are glowing in whose midst
For each fruit tree's
Flavours to try
The privileged sense of it
Passes we by.
Where each old world's dying wish
Celt's, Greek's, spear-dropped
Blew them, be us!
Faint, mythic isled; if yarded
Less serious!
I spy a rose I suppose
Just a little new born tender
Bud of a rose of a rose of a rose
Bud I I I I myself spy a rose
I touched
Its sepals and its Petals so soft and alive
Delicate, a rose
Its stem and its thorns
I I I I am privileged
I touched a rose
how privileged
are we
living on the lap of luxury
let me rephrase
we don’t have excess money
but we have enough
to help out...
which often
gets us
into situations
but still
it feels like the lap of luxury
because our needs are few
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
Valentines
Loves, they come and love doth go.
Soaring on gossamer wings, it doth glow,
as this universe, once knew Valentines.
So many beautiful and passionate minds,
that once upon a precious, delicious time,
I was so privileged to have called mine .
B. J. “A: 2
February 13th 2014
Save the poet shake up their soul,
their words will save the universe;
Privileged glimpse within the keyhole,
save the poet shake up their soul;
For you ink loses all control,
blending black and blue into verse;
Save the poet shake up their soul,
their words will save the universe.
I felt our hearts drowning in the sea of Love,
I tried to cover them with my palm's cozy glove,
Yet they drowned and I could feel it,
I am indeed privileged to see it.
We tried to manage in our mind's raft,
However, both our hearts finally drowned in that sea- Forever and Ever!
My shoe must feel privileged
My shoe must feel great
My shoe must feel happy that i'm taking him on a date
He better be a gentleman and hold the door
He better be a gentleman and keep my feet warm
if he try's anything on the first date ill return him to the store before its to late!
Damn your feet that crushed and squashed thousands of grapes in the pool!
While we only have eaten those purple drupes in our wildest dreams
And did you just say you would make wine from those feet-ground fruits?
Glenn Sentes
For Nette Onclaud's ON YOUR FEET Contest
01-26-12
*Adjudged 1st Place
A shabby shoebox on a shelf,
Lizards home have made for themselves
In the old box where sun motes dwell
And laid eggs inside gentle shells;
They waltz through scary shining days,
Hidden in a privileged haze,
Slight touch on the box and they`ve flown
To come back the next sizzling dawn.
Ageing,
like good sex,
good faith,
good humor,
and/or good politics,
seems to be a focused process
Of becoming less judgmentally rejected
for the traumatized company I keep
And more happily appreciated
for surviving
the predative
and privileged potential companions
I have prudently rejected.