Short Privileges Poems
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A special birthday party
Imagine being ninety
Guests sang the birthday song
She slept through it all
1/25/16
To run, to leap, when others
Once dropped, catching breath
Drag them, chased by Death.
Among the many privileges
Granted whom anew
Grateful their lives view.
The darkness within the heart,
The flaws of human nature,
The negativity from superiority,
The imbalance of rights and privileges,
The repercussions of unjust acts,
The soul is drawn into the maelstrom.
April 13, 2025.
—all this.
You'd love it,
but you lost
personality privileges
when you bargained against
the middle of my chest,
never starting
compressions
even though it was you
who shocked me into
an arrest.
I'm still
trying
to break free of—
I desire privileges
Of loves greatest perks
Nothing can compare
To the feelings it creates
Fill my heart full
Let me feel everything
All the souls desires
In one joyful plunder
Everything hinges
On loves every bow
May one day I feel it
Absorb its very power
Rusty
A Monoku - To Embrace Womanhood
WHEREFORE, A girl’s womanhood should not be negated by today's women desires for power that manifests privileges not given by God.
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Verlena Sexton-Walker
07/30/2016
Truly it is not a human being
a creature on earth it is not
yet it claims to belong here
urging me to enlist it as citizen
but a bleeding ghost it is
Humanity stringed in my brain
deserving rights and privileges
under the armpit of my wrath
makes me a weird and naïve to
grant rights to a bleeding ghost
The power of persistence,
ponders on perfection,
poverty pertains to people,
with partial privileges,
possessing parallel postures,
pursuing a proper position,
practicing profitable participations,
putting this potently poetically,
pursuing to press on powerfully,
penalty and punishment preoccupy
prisoners of pain.
Finality
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
As days surrender to tomorrow,
They become captives of our past,
Forthcoming is No parole, no pardon,
Just short visitation privileges.
As our past enlarges, finality grows closer.
One breath sets-apart, today and tomorrow,
And each has a destiny with death.
Hunger
Red-gulletted, it can eat up a man
A five year old could defy it at will
And reject a bite that comes once a day
Hunger, its wholesome milk ,and all the food
Hunger dies before it could kill or maim
City-fathers, priests, self-styled do-gooders
And plenitude-promising pot-bellies
There is only extinct humanity
Amidst your existent privileges.
Grandparents are raising grandchildren all over the world.
And especially in America.
Because their children
Could not
Or
Would not
Or
Did not want to.
Some of their children are on drugs.
Others are just plain selfish.
I am so thankful that I get to be a grandma,
With all of the grandma privileges to my
Own grandchildren.
It is so much easier than being a parent.
Each blink of our elegant eyes
Constitute the visual enveloping of aspiring sceneries.
Each empathetic and energetic smile
Conquers the empires of earthly fantasies.
Not every nod is good
And not all words aren't graceful;
Designing against the dreadful
Can deviate us from any pathetic cause.
So, direct your mind towards the privileges
Of astounding goals and astonishing treasures.
State of upside down
In upside down
No morality code
Principally no dignity
No mercy
Only profit making
In all boom
In greedy some is taken-
In taking all
And left
In scarcity
Almost all
Entirely dying
Obesity a killer for some
Definitely for mass of others
Empty bowl
Privileges of upside down state
We all
Die no doubt
But who in selfishness
Of suicidal act
The loser of all
Form:
The voice of one
Crying in the Glade:
We are not safe,
We are being molested
And assaulted sexually;
We are not safe here,
We have sex without consent;
Angry dogs in the society
Have taken away our
Sexual prerogatives:
Our marriage privileges
Have been profaned,
Our future is in jeopardy:
The girl child screams:
Save us, oh Lord!
Protect us from the
Hands of these angry dogs
Betrayed by my own body
My sex inside
not who you see outside
Not gay, not straight
just different, many say weird
Belonging nowhere
Insiable hunger
Desperate need
Unquenchable desire
Unspeakable pain
Aching for every day privileges
enjoyed by most people
My soul crying
for what feels lost
Lifelong grieving
for what I don't have
My label is transgender.
I am fascinated by the creeping
Numbness that loosens my fingers
And tongue and words
Are unleashed upon the unwashed
Masses of unsuspecting people
I am but the stuttering holographic image of truth
And I speak it not now either
For I have my mind beside me and against me
It threatens to wrestle the liquor for driving privileges
But Gin won
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Don't tell me to write when drunk. This happens.
Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage
Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage
For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights
Defund the police, let NYC’s streets flow with blood every night
O, how excited New Yorkers are about this fresh-faced progressive
They won’t dare complain about everything there will be less of
From texts to translations
moments are no longer free
consumed by noise
and opinions
the enemy is waiting
waiting for that free moment
to penetrate the boredom
and occupy that space in my mind
I do not have control
the media owns me
I can put limits to my madness
but I know ways to circumvent them
What happened to conversations
and eye contact
The enemy has taken these privileges away
A strain of breed
Which I find best
Humbly accepts
When put to the test
Never asking for more time
Nor any provisions
Special privileges
Nor any conditions
For this breed to serve
Is always an honor
The chance to be wise
Proper and stronger
To face the storm
With a deep hearty laugh
Knowing full well
It could tear you in half
So raise your sails
And leave safe land
For glory and triumph
Be yours to command
Christians are given special privileges of being
adopted into his legal society family of faith through his
heart for all needy families that believeth in all comfort
of prayer. A_men
Christians are adopted through the grace of asking,
bringing you closer to the alter that was first built by
stone's were "God" first spoke about his special
love that shall feel like a mayor. O _ men.
6/1/06 copyright by: MIKE MILLER
We're members of the Gardens;
We pay our yearly dues.
Their parking lot, though (15 bucks!)
We have to pay to use.
They toss in several passes
Each year when we renew,
But why make members pay at all?
I haven't got a clue.
This policy is bogus
And another thing I hate
Is on those chintzy passes
There's an expiration date.
A membership to something
Should have privileges and perks,
For what's the use of joining
When that rule no longer works?
America, my home, where I have been blessed
For almost eighty years, she has given me her best.
I have had privileges unknown in faraway lands,
Enjoyed her vistas from mountains to the sands.
She has rewarded me with freedom and liberty,
Helped me to become the best that I could be.
These are random thoughts that came to me today
On the eve of Independence Day in the U. S. of A.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written July 3, 2021
Brian Strand's "Fourth of July" Contest
I heard the voice of the Lord
Speaking clear as a record,
He whispered softly into my ear,
To believe in him and have no fear.
I’ll send you seraphim of virtues
Your guarding angel of mercies,
The lord said, come walk with me
And capture the incredible view,
Of the intriguing heavenly place,
Your soul will find sweet release.
In privileges, you do not have often,
Come without money being spent,
Join angels flying in the moonlight,
Don’t be afraid, just walk in the light.
Regarding the alleged naughtiness of Lord Sewel, former Deputy Speaker of the House of Lords and Chair of the Privileges and Conduct Committee...
“Order, order!” he shouted “We’re all out of line”
“I’ll see to that” quoth the whore
“And if you’re a good boy we’ll do three in a bed,
You can snort off my ti**ies and more”
Oh silly old Sewel you poor addled old fool
So clearly misguided and randy
That the question of cash and the secretive flash
Were obscured in a cloud of nose candy