SPOILT BALLOTS
During an election, winning hopes go uP
Other than postal voting it is a dilemmA
Usually, people use a pen with a fine tiP
Booths hiding if a cross or a tick is madE
Leaving both won’t count - it is either-oR
Each paper is posted so causes problemS
As votes are examined, a counting bluR
Can it be a tick, cross or nothing to seE
Resolved by someone recalling the RaJ
Offering a decision, accept it or ignorE
So, by the end of such a day so hectiC
The results are not worth making a beT
In dawn’s early light, a win to celebratE
Can it be normality, all pressure to enD
Categories:
spoilt, community, proposal, voice,
Form: Acrostic
Spoilt for choice, engulfed by desire
We lose sense of balance
Fleeting goals for which we aspire
Corrupts our innocence
The welcome mat is laid
Bliss within is readymade
If ego goodbye bade
Lost our voice
Spoilt for choice
21-August-2021
Quietus
Categories:
spoilt, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Spoilt Tee lingered in the house for three days
trying not to notice the bodies
of the people he had murdered
It was their own fault
they should not have made him mad
the stench was bad, but he had nowhere else to go
His mommy and daddy had always taken care of him
they were lying around seeping and smelling doing nothing
he wished he could wake them up and kill them all over again.
Who was going to fix his lunch? who was going to pay the bills?
He had not learned any of that, and it was their fault
All they did was bail him out of jail
and make excuses for his behaviors.
It was all they were good for when they were alive.
Now they were good for nothing.
Spoilt Tee kicked his father in the groin as he walked past.
Get up! He yelled at the corpse. I want some lunch!
I want to go to McDonald’s! I want to get an ice cream sundae!
I am hungry!
Categories:
spoilt, parents,
Form: Narrative
Darkness begins it's work hiding within shadows creep
moving away from the light tortured nature divides
uneven inside this plague nothing makes something change path
culling knowledge by brainwashing the masses sense the guilt
Unreal acts out of bounds demanding human sacrifice
first it attacks the innocent made in the image of God
then it works it's way forward to the vulnerable bodies
spreading this virus worse than a plague showing no mercy
Consumed by hate weeding out souls in order of value
those whom are deemed worthless by this state control
when you cross the bones of Adam claiming supreme rights
a journey begins with rotten apples poisoned by the snake
Blind bats by their nature twisting with loveless acts corrupt
the dragon has opened his fiery mouth once again
with destruction heartless beggars crush the poor
we all know the truth and on which side of it we stand
Categories:
spoilt, abortion, abuse, conflict, dark,
Form: Free verse
gaia on the run
beauty in shining armour
mother of all wars
02nd January 2020
Senryu on Mother contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Categories:
spoilt, conflict,
Form: Senryu
She was definitely a strange girl,
Many odd and weird things I have heard;
She dreamt of riches,
Silk robes,
Rich husband,
Deepest bag of diamonds,
High-priced banquets,
Treated like a princess.
From the church the bells tolled,
Her wedding was due,
Hip hip hurrah,
I met the spoilt bride,
She held her breath,
Balanced with fears,
Her man arrived in time,
She was only eighteen,
He was nineteen, fifty years ago,
Married three times,
Widowed three times.
Beside her he knelt with difficulty,
She looked at his wrinkled face,
His cotton white hair,
His hands shaken,
But he was made of money….
Who cares….
Her eyes blinked,
Who cares…
Ill-fated is this married life,
Ominous prediction for this wife;
Still he was rich,
She was a,
Birds of a feather,
Spurious and preposterous,
For she’s eighteen,
He’s sixty-nine….
Wondering if he manages this sexual position!
Categories:
spoilt, slam,
Form: Free verse
I met a silly little rose
So neatly beautified;
She spoke a few the words she chose,
By mother's breast she lied.
She had a smile, a pleasant smile;
Her petals hectic red -
She danced on waving breeze in thrill
And never did she fade.
But once a heartless dandy lad
Had wished to have the rose,
To offer to his flaunting love
And entertain her nose.
The love-sick boy did go to her
And stared in wanton gaze;
The rose had soft but catchy air:
He tore her struck with craze.
The beauty spoils on mother's breast,
The mother has to see;
But left in utter grim detest
She only has to see.
The rose, while offered to his love,
Was held with tricky mourn:
The lad on knees when raised above,
The tender rose was thrown.
'Tis heard till now if there you go
The rose where left in gloom,
She makes the air sweeten, lo !
She's yet no more to bloom.
Categories:
spoilt, rose, satire,
Form: Lyric
‘Princess’
in mess
Flicks hair -
Beware
Bad mood
Is rude
She whines
At times
She pouts
And shouts
Mummy …
DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!
Stamps feet
Retreat!
Can clout –
Watch out!
Prissy
Missy
Spoilt brat –
Hate that!
5th June 2015
Categories:
spoilt, anger, humorous, mother daughter,
Form: Footle
A soft spring breeze blows gently
across the open toes
of my Italian leather sandals.
Sitting on the weathered oaken bench
I can picture you swinging on those wooden slat swings
with your flowing hair pushed back in a ponytail
bouncing up and down off the top of your cashmere sweater
I imagine your little smile as you giggled with your girlfriends
I can still see that little twinkle in your eye as you caught me staring at you
I smiled and my cheeks turned a pinkish red
I remember walking over your way and asking your name
You said it was Spoilt Brat and I couldn't help laugh
We took a walk as all your friends watched
You were so bold, grabbing my hand and starting to run
We ran so fast and then fell helplessly in the grass
You touched my faced and pulled me in
and we kissed, oh such a wonderful kiss
so soft and light. you lit up my night
Such beautiful memories coming back to me
on this sunny spring day.
Categories:
spoilt, love,
Form: Free verse
For those fortunate and more prosperous of us today
as consumers we have too much choice
we are spoilt
and nauseatingly throw so much away
While so many have little or no choice at all
and face starvation everyday.
It seems immoral and unjust
that so many poor people who need it most
have little and life is tough
But the rich have too much and more than enough.
I often when shopping can't make my mind up
and buy things I really didn't set out to buy
out of frustration
with little hesitation.
I feel so fortunate I am one of the lucky ones
but I'm always mindful and try to help
for as for choice
have non.
With the rise of food banks the like little seen before
With large ever increasing cues at the door
While the greedy rich get away without paying tax
Many struggle to pay bills and have debt upon their back.
It's the same old adage as before
the rich get richer
and the poor get more poor.
Gandhi once said after coming to this country. ''These people are living in paradise
and don'y even now it''. when he saw how much we had.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march.
Categories:
spoilt, discrimination, food, society, stress,
Form: Free verse
Our Land used to be peaceful and fertile
Then was our flag rich in white and yoked in green
Thus did the Bees play with the Cows without stings
Like brothers would their sisters without strings
and soaked our children with milk and honey
Our People used to be lovely and warm
Young men and women moved freely with uncovered danglers
We were naked but not nude nor ashamed
Though unrefined yet not rude nor untamed
Moderately burdened by the bliss of our ignorance
Then came the white men
We tasted of their Eden fruit and our eyes opened
Alas, we saw the greener lawn on the other side
Little by little loyalty began to drift and slide
We drove them away too early out of greed
So, your fathers arose to save the day
Here we are worse off than when we first began
They being keen to lead and impatient to learn
Determined to achieve the lusts they yearn
set on a senseless sail amidst the fog
Our land is now loathsome and sterile
Playgrounds invaded by mosquitoes and church rats
daily drowning our children in their pool of blood
A body’s priceless price for a visionless head
Take this message to your fathers that I said
They've spoilt everything.
Categories:
spoilt, africa, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
I don’t understand them!
In their second homes.
When kids are starving
When poor adults can’t afford one apartment
Buying $35,000 earrings when kids are starving
Being spoilt makes you lazy, money greedy and non-compassionate
I have no love for the spoilt
Your money makes me sick to my stomach like the dirt under my nails
Your buying me gifts to make me happy makes me sick
Why don’t you be a real human being and spend time with me, I don’t want your gifts – I want
your friendship, don’t want to be friends? Then money doesn’t buy love.
Buy one house with one room for your children instead of two.
Then we can talk.
Categories:
spoilt, socialme, me, money,
Form: I do not know?
All of him is exacerbating,
Feelings, lies and pain.
All by him is exaggerated,
frustration or a strain.
Fussy and particular,
Nothing ever good enough.
Weak, lazy and exhausted,
Everything just too tough.
Vein, and big-headed,
Enamoured with himself for sure,
On top of all he got,
He always wanted more!
~Written in 2002 when I was thirteen.~
Categories:
spoilt, angst, brother, childhood
Form: I do not know?