Snooty Poems

There was only a note
on the living room door,
and in lipgloss she wrote
'I can't take it no more.'
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Perhaps you have wondered
or even yet, pondered
words pertaining to 'nose',
and the list, it just grows.
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- Inner Realm -
-Wholeness-

Thou wert in my mind as pristine unity,
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This poem is dedicated to all those who do cleaning
of one sort or another.
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You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
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I guess I don't know when a poem is done,
There's no bell that goes off, no starter's gun
Which signals to me a new poem's begun.
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They say that she is a gem
A diamond in the rough,
While lacking all the social graces
Which some of us embraces;
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It just them, ahem, Northwest fools
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In Praise of my happy Dandelion

When I gaze beyond my garden gate my eyes
pause longingly, at the myriad of yellow crowns
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I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
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It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.
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I knew a woman with a pretty face
I took her to church where we said grace,
She also had such beautiful hair
Which all day long at it I could stare.
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I am one of the twelve chosen to decide another man's fate
If charged with the crime, the judge then decides the date,
It will be up to us twelve to decide of innocence or guilt
Then either his freedom is given, or his gallows will be built.
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Goats are the first to meet us:
Bleating, grey, brown, pied,
Cropping the thorn bushes beside the river.
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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°) . The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if we were strolling through a Rembrandt painting, where everything is defined by shadows.

The lavish breeze, coming up off the Mediterranean Sea, seemed compressed and frantic, as if trying to flee the choppy, sapphire water. Tall marsh grasses waved back and forth, as if to unheard music, reminding me of 60-thousand swaying arms at the Taylor Swift concert.
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Insperation is not a well to me
its my life the words so flippantly
passed with ease are to some
a bit choppy at sea.
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Driving in the moonlight, Cyd and Fred
embrace to strains of “Dancing in the Dark; ”
best way to get a girl into your bed
is drive her languorously through Central Park,
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There once was a lady named Palin,
she used hype and deceit by the gallon.
Had the Democrats riled
with her call from the wild
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Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Every hour or so a selfie on Facebook I post
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
Selfies with passages of time tasted like tutti-frutti
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the word sounds so snooty
academic, serious
a boring, mental duty
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If I had to be reborn
I would like to be a cat.
Why, you ask, a cat?
Well, then, do you not know
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They're holding a party
for the servants tonight,
so me and my Bertie
have decked ourselves right.
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He rolls with the modish local lads
In the olive streets of bustling Caracas
Taking fancy to the demure lassies
with the usual catcalling of flirting chicas
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By Stanley Collymore

If another nation attacked a British or USA Embassy or Consulate or, for that matter, any of the NATO member countries killing g diplomats and staffers within that said establishment, which in international law is part of its own sovereign country, what do you quite honestly think, and no virtue signalling bullshitting please, the country that owned that targeted consulate or that embassy, including your own, would do?
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Many symptoms of a woke mind
First of all do not be intentionally blind,
Know what is fake and what is real
And never surrender your will.
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It was not ever your job
To quieten every sob,
Or to wipe away every tear
That you ever did hear.
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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°) . The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if we were strolling through a Rembrandt painting, where everything is defined by shadows.

The lavish breeze, coming up off the Mediterranean Sea, seemed compressed and frantic, as if trying to flee the choppy, sapphire water. Tall marsh grasses waved back and forth, as if to unheard music, reminding me of 60-thousand swaying arms at the Taylor Swift concert.
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Children who eat the bogies they pick
Owners who let dog's poo lie
People who use shop doors to be sick
Horror movies where innocents fry
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I will never look at you the very same way
Either tomorrow or even the next day,
Nor next month or even next year
My eyes are now finally opened and clear.
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You matter beyond what you can do
You matter as much as them
You deserve the respect that you're due
You, they shouldn't condemn
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