I stand accused of a deep-rooted narrowness,
a blatant superciliousness.
I admit I can be quite silly at times
but nothing that could be contrived as “super silly”.
I view the “world” with a jaundiced eye
as it is filtered through my experiences,
scraped of its barnacles by my dreams,
polished on my outlandish hopes.
All that I know, all that I do
is tinted, not tainted,
by who I was.
It has been refined
polished
by who I am.
©6/21/2021
Jaundiced Eye Poetry Contest
Categories:
superciliousness, growth, life, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Done! - with the salted
Escape! .. to the dilute?
Like a lust temporal,
tames to river-quiet
Agreeable is a delta ~
Autochthonous rage of the sea,
dies in a landmass meandered
Venturing uphill's a slower viv...
Egos marine learning to abide
No superciliousness in sunken
trees and/ predictable current
United wills, to leave a bayou,
reach toward a snowy-topper
Echoing heights of water pure
(1/22/2021: Inspired by 'Watered-Down Juice' Contest and '98 Carver 350 Mariner, Bethel, Dec 2020)
Categories:
superciliousness, age,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Superciliousness in Norway.
“They crap in our forest,” an angry man yelled,
Roma people had pitched tents near the forest
where people of this tolerant nation go skiing
in winters. They came here to find work but
was meet with scorn and mistrust, they came
in hope of getting a part of our largesse; the rich
do not know this word. When people who used
to be poor suddenly see they are better off than
other countries, the first reaction is pride and
an unbecoming arrogance, like it was their
cleverness that brought oil up from the bottom
of the sea… Now instead of being humble having
had such luck they become reactionaries giving
advice to less fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic
nation that due to undeserved richness has lost
contact with reality and human kindheartedness.
Categories:
superciliousness, places, satire, people, people,
Form: Blank verse