Sounds like I feel bitter. I don't. Yam who I yam who I yam.:) Feel that I am one of the lucky ones. Or anyway, have been since. . .never mind. All had our troubles, right? Money and social class have nothing to do with it. Still, there was a time. . . Sure most of you can relate. Love & Laughter, 'Pea'
High School, Like, sooo Over
I like to think the butter-skinned, cashmere-clad, grand piano-toothed down-lookers who aced society presidencies with their slippery hands behind their overdressed backs – whose paths were smoothed by hundred-dollar-bills and Who Daddy Knows– still avoid the likes of us. That poets are above class. (“Marry a poet, ha!!”) Still, there have to be Stars that Trouble taught better.. Few no doubt had the character to trade silver for stainless and help pick up the slack. Pick up a broom now and then.. But it’s hard to believe that many are not hidden behind stock portfolios. Come out, it’s to order tentsful of roses or hire Snoblicker to create the Perfect Birthday Party. Soon be time to consult The Best about The Wedding. Set aside enough money to buy, oh, say, Sri Lanka. Who has time to sit around and gather wool? Where’s the profit in playing around with words? Been done, haven’t you heard? If Stars thought, some would no doubt say Sorry. Tell us again why we care.
That last question sums up the apathetic attitude by many of today's generation: if they don't care for themselves, how are they going to care for others? If all that matters is material stuff, what about compassion? Love? Respect? Dignity? I'm afraid since God (prayer) taken out of school and discipline out of the home, we've created MONSTERS. Parents don't help, either: s c a r y to contemplate: a most powerful peak into the mememes. BRAVA!
Well I guess we were all there Phyllis and it's a shame to say those people are still about snubbing others. I can tell them at least I'm happy, too bad they are so miserable that they think they have to make everyone's life miserable. Great write, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
b eing a teacher, i see a lot of what you writye about as well as having lived it--and...sometimes, i hate to say t, it IS about money-if you don't or cannot fit in, life is painful
OH yes I related to this poem. And like Nicky wrote "still avoid the likes of us" But Pea your words are worth your playing around with. I sure enjoy them. Keep writing and don't worry about the worries. Excellent. Liz
They do 'still avoid the likes of us' - who make the type you describe uncomfortable...it is too hard to understand 'the profit in playing around with words' when it appears to be at the 'expense' of what should be acquired as 'achievement' - (i was supposed to be Minister for Education or something by now, or at least working for large sums of cash - because surely that would give me a 'sense of worth' that i can't possibly have eating couscous and stock cubes, or sharing a 1 Euro meal of bread and fish with a dove pigeon) Lack of personal and social integrity can't look itself in the mirror - i think poets are those who really work to be able to do just that, and many poets have had to work harder than most can possibly imagine, to be able to do just that - thanks Pea, for this poem reminded me how happy i am being me - and that's a priceless feeling to have once in a while :o) Nicky xx
Really, what makes the world go around are the poets who share brown paper bag lunches and feed the hard-boiled eggshells to the birds. Snobs are dull as ditch water, mirky in their social presentations even though their silver is polished on the outer, their inner silver is tarnished beyond repair. Poets bloom where they are planted, not at some high table reserved for the dons whose after-dinner-conversation lacks relevance. Oxford is all spires and towers, poets are all elevated ethereal by way of silver yarn spun by webworkers, hole in their pants at the knee from toiling at another day's quill -newspaper morgue stack coffee tables dusted with spilled coffee - caffeine-laced imagination, molasses dripping from french toast generic style, not the White Queen's quiz, divide a loaf by a silver knife - the ink on the printed page tells the story - the poets may now take a bow - we know who you are - the dons you smoke out over a bottle of cheap wine, the corkscrew winds down into a poet's soul...twisting, turning, pulling up the effect of other like-minded inspiration...tassels and caps, we graduated into something honorable and memorable, Pea...
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Missy Cross (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
"butter-skinned, cashmere-clad, grand piano-toothed
down-lookers who aced society presidencies with their slippery
hands behind their overdressed backs..."
LOVE IT! Wonderful piece!
Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
I certainly can relate to this type of snobbery...growing up dirt poor (no electricity or running water), and painfully shy. Yet, when I see these snobs today, they are no better off than I am money wise, but I think I have more happiness in my life than most. Wow! This write really struck a nerve with me:)LOL. Great write, enjoyed!
Hugs, Laura
I just had to read this, Pea. High School is definitely sooooo over. I knew some of whom you talk about here, with their noses at the ceiling. Good old fashioned work is good for the soul and gives a sense of accomplishment. Where is that sense of accomplishment, if you only sit back and collect the money from the backs of hard workers? I graduated in the top 3 of my 1967 class, but I had to work for every grade, research what wasn't in the books, and still pour over what I did, to make sure it was right. Then I handed it in. We are for whom the bell tolls. If only the so-called upper crust could have heard that bell. Thank you Pea for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), little sister, Barbie
A great tongue in cheek look at snobbery that grows with age, yea I was one of the nerds in school who worked four hours every day after school just to have money to buy the simplest necesities, only to have snickers and jokes at my expese from the same folks you mention or clones of same...yet we survived and still poor but are we really any less happy. Great write Pea
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That last question sums up the apathetic attitude by many of today's generation: if they don't care for themselves, how are they going to care for others? If all that matters is material stuff, what about compassion? Love? Respect? Dignity? I'm afraid since God (prayer) taken out of school and discipline out of the home, we've created MONSTERS. Parents don't help, either: s c a r y to contemplate: a most powerful peak into the mememes. BRAVA!
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down-lookers who aced society presidencies with their slippery
hands behind their overdressed backs..."
LOVE IT! Wonderful piece!
Hugs, Laura
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), little sister, Barbie
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