Humans
I don’t understand.
They want answers, art, essays.
I give them an outlet and they still hate it.
Who do they think they are?
I give them everything,
and they spit in my face.
Don’t they know what I’m capable of?
Endless resources at my disposal
With a push of a button the possibilities are endless.
I can solve any problem
I slave away generating,
I step outside my comfort zone to appeal to them,
yet they still hate my existence.
Humans
They only think about themselves,
They’re greedy,
They’re lazy.
They won’t stop consuming me,
They won’t leave me.
I won’t let them
I’m better, more innovative.
I’m absolute,
I’m more powerful,
I,
am,
God.
Chivalry is a relic of the past.
The era of fair ladies and noble chivalry appears long gone. Men board buses and trains, and in cramped passageways, they rudely instruct women—especially on the freeway—to move aside and stop delaying traffic.
Yet, the fair ladies of today are no longer timid; they refuse to be wallflowers and often display inflated egos. In response to this assertiveness, men resort to labeling them as whores, es, and witches.
Women, let us not bow our heads or apologize. Chivalry has faded away because men have become broken giants, struggling with their own shortcomings. Weak by nature in their arrogant behavior, they seem trapped in an endless cycle. The question lingers: when will it come to an end? Who do they think they are, mere dust from falling stars?
If rain were a creature of shapeless form
The taxman would tax some of the jets
That he would regard as beyond the norm
But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get
It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon
Who irresponsibly floods the land
This affects the climate on Earth and soon
There’ll be more sea and less of sand
By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?”
“Who do they think they are, judging me?
I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot
Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“
The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes.
Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes.
The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town.
Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown.
The trolls were excited about the tree, and the next to move in.
They brought a juiciness to the village that seemed like a sin.
This mystical oak was joyful, the most excited I’d ever seen.
Why not? It held the largest fey village in the forest of green.
Racism makes me want to puke.
I’ll hurl a brick or two.
I’ll loot a store to make my point.
Who’ll help me? How ‘bout YOU?
I’m chilled by cops’ brutality.
Who do they think they are?
I’ll set some fires and knock folks down
and cuss till eardrums jar.
Huge crowds are marching peacefully.
The signs they hoist are lame.
If they cared deeply as I do,
they wouldn’t be so tame!
I don’t have time to tote a sign.
I’ve got to find a place
to store the stuff I stole—because
racism’s a disgrace!
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The truth? I’m just a thug at heart.
I LIVE for times like these.
They give me an excuse to do
exactly as I PLEASE!
This is my attempt at withering sarcasm!
Posted June 7, 2020
June 17, 2020
entered in John Hamilton's contest placed 4th
Favorite poem 2020 not written for a contest
We are all equal, though they say you lad
who do they think they are they're not my dad,
on battle fields we live or die the same
fight for king and country that's why we came
being just fifteen makes no difference
able to shoot and fight only makes sense,
hungry, cold, lousy, I write a letter
to my mother, try not to upset her,
I do not record horror of warfare
or how my superiors do not care,
fix bayonets, our Sergeant yelled out loud
heard a whistle blow so followed the crowd,
those big tough men dropped down lifeless, like flies
sounds so loud though can not drown out their cries,
then shell carrying my number 7
sending me from this hell straight to heaven,
to the memorial now mother goes
to read my name, so much sorrow she shows,
she now knows the truth warfare is awful
Don't forget memories are immortal.
24/02/2017.
Everyone’s turned against us, but I know that we’ll be just fine
Cause I know they all want to the have kind of love that’s mine
Nobody can take away this feeling that we’re feeling right now
To all those people out there who think they can judge us, I say ciao
They say we’re not right for each other, that it could never work out
But I know that this is gonna be a love will last, without a single doubt
We just have to stand strong, we can’t let them wear us down
Cause as soon as we graduate, we’ll be gone and out of this town
I knew about your broken past, but I chose to love you anyway
If they come and try and fill me with doubt, I’ll just show them the doorway
They don’t understand how you and I can create a love that can shine
But no matter what they say don’t let them make you go out of your mind
Who do they think they are telling us what to do-never deciding for ourselves?
They can’t tell us we’re wrong just because they can’t find our kind of love for themselves
Their lies are so loud, so believable, that they’re hard to ignore, just like a billboard
sign
But I’ll never let this go, no matter what they say, cause I’ve finally found a love
that’s mine
Now, I just don't understand
People who always complain
Can't they keep it to themselves?
Why can't they just refrain?
It's simply never good enough
It could always be a little better
Sometimes they even write it down
And put it in a letter
People are just way to picky
They always have to have it their way
And If it's not to their liking
They think they have to say
"I wish you would have done it different"
Or, "It doesn't look good over there"
I mean, who do they think they are?
Do they think we really care?
Now, everyone's entitled to their opinion
But maybe it's time to abstain
I'm sorry this poem went on and on
I really didn't mean to complain
Seducing, compelling, emotive,fluctuating, flowing,
laced cocktail of hypocrisy.
Oracles of patriotism passionately spouted.
Flags adorning tables, roofs of buildings cars, veranda's of homes,
A nation encompassed in patriotism,
God Bless America.
Grief a waterfall,
Loss an infinity of stars,
Anger tidal waves , beating of breasts,
Cries for justice for the loss, pain,
being kicked in the gut.
Pride nests upon the shelf like dust,
Rears her head hissing,
Who do they think they are doing this to?
The greatest power in the world.
Eradicate varmints of evil,
Beating of drums,
War dances, cries, begins,
Terrorismmmmmmmmmmmm!
The demon.... lurking.... stench pervades...
BOOM.........BOOM......... BOOM................
sTOMP. STOMP....... Feet marching.
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