"peon" poems
A mere peon in the universe.
I collect the power for words.
I am way more than diverse,
more than feathers of birds.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Gliding in air
was an eerie delightful hue
hanging high above violet and blue,
for eons no one had knew,
the peon pest probing around
the howling zoo,
rhyming and roaming
hiding and hoping
flighty the ronin
ran,
groping every moment he could come to
as a token to his gallantry
the guidance to his apathy
decided to devise his only strife
to live happily
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
Stuck in skirmish of working this
retail
I'm intricately plotting my escape with detail
Now see well
it's time for an alternative path
One that I believe, achieve then kick ***
This ***** whack
working hourly wages
I'm Turning time into sand,
with people who won't make it
Reality is a series of obstacles
Let's face it
My sanity is slipping like
Like **** on black latex
How can I ******* break this
I've become a statistic
a realistic typical stereotype
I fantasize on the daily
wishing I can take Ariel flight
How can I steer clear of these mundane communications
slab-faced coworkers &
there basic conversations
I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it
I'm done with it...
No more giving a ****
Now it's time to resist
These urges of being someone
Who settles & simply quits
I seek to strive for more
My motivation is too legit
My skills are beyond eons
I will conquer with fist
No more being a peon
Dance then do a flip
Celebrate like I'm Deion
For this year will test
my patience & true potential
to many years guiding this pencil
Into oblivion
Blank spaces and synonyms
Wordplay over wordplay
Metaphors for my residents
Letters create earthquakes
Echoes create resonance
I from art in sentences
This residue is my evidence
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
A toe-tapper with dapper deities dancing amongst my dreams, whilst whispering the seeds of hidden keys
Interloper of the thieves
Charmer of the fleas
A Powerful peon, seceding from the teams
Daring to believe in the sea, swallowing the cities in its grief
Dare to achieve the belief of flight and fly away
Contemplate and fall in over thought
Just do not
Stop
Doing the undo-able
Fate is renewable
Outwardly controllable
In what you think you see in the deplorable hues from the hopeful news of better days, lead astray in satisfaction to the complaints of saint-less ways
I debate creating another other place, and drifting away through space, but hey, maybe its a phase and i'm just late to the show
Last to know your nothings
Im [Spinning]
In place
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
It's all that matters you poor ****
Now step away from my gold ring, menace
Nothing makes you feel so
[small and helpless]
than not having enough change
to buy an outfit
one that'll show the world you aren't
passé.
Nothing out there can make you feel so [stupid & less]
Than having to pick the "cheap one"
Forced; *****
And then you go home...
You think you've escaped
You turn up a ****** radio
Watch some show you videotaped -
But it still persists. The knowing.
You're nothing and you know it
Day in day out, you, the rabble
Peasant peon misfit,
Nothing makes you feel so
[tiny & invisible].
$$$ is all that matters.
you, anti-tycoon
you don't have any money
the demon of noon
is coming for you.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
It’s not okay, that your friends came to ask me what my name is, and then they tell me that you love me.
I don’t I will never understand how you just like someone without even knowing the basics of them.
You stupid person, I am trying not to judge you, but are a immature little ****
Who thinks getting facebook display picture with shades and ultra attitude quotes is cool,
But I don’t like south park, I’m a Simpsons person, you have liked this page called I hate books,
Well, honey I am nothing without books, you like to quote Eminem’s old song, "hello people of the earth, look at me, I am the boss", funny how that’s you only rapper you know you peon,
And I don’t like dragon ball z, what are we in class 5 again? You have like 1000 friends on facebook, which screams desperate to me
And I don’t want to be ****** and rude, but you could have told me yourself, that like me or any alternative, I didn’t want to hear that from all your friends giggling at me the weird way, you could have manned up a bit ;
It’s sad to me you actually don’t understand the meaning of girlfriend, you think they are for a week only and to boast about it to your friends that you have got a senior girlfriend
That the most funniest thing is that you are only a year younger than me but how it feels like to me that you are 3 years younger, and to add to that,
You think you are such a stud, well you look like **** news flash.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
It's odd to be a peon.
To sit in a grey Office.
Blue tucked in button up.
Red tie.
My opinion is irrelevant.
It's hard, it's rough.
It's not safe.
I am disposable.
All face to face is false.
My red tie doesn't help me.
It only stands me up.
I look left and find a man
both dressed and sitting down.
Whiskers ***** from his chin.
Teeth behind them smile.
A bit lip, a burnt tongue.
From the coffee on his desk.
He doesn't seem to have a soul left.
This cubicle has leeched it away.
I too have bit lip and burnt tongue.
From coffee on my desk.
I too am dressed and sitting down.
Am I doomed to a similar fate?
I wear the costume, blue shirt, grey slacks.
I look like I fit in.
But I add a flair to my uniform.
White and pink bunny ears.
Not too silly
Just enough.
My foot thumps the ground at excitement for my call.
My nose twitches at the smell of strangers as they pass.
I may not nibble carrots or hop around grass.
But I'm the call center bunny.
I'd much rather be different.
It feels wrong to fit in after so many years of being different.
I need to be looked at, laughed at, loved.
I can't be cookie cutter.
But I can cut cookies and hand them out.
Being ignored just felt so wrong.
If i do this right. They'll remember me.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
*Sea of money, green wave it crashes...
...take it peon, take all your lashes!
Homeowners, taxpayers, nation, investor,
my hands on it all, everything; for I am molester!*
*Ideology, philosophy and ego,
entering your hearts, your minds; the Sea Goat!
All of it for my class, the world is our pile...
...now I choke off the spigot and wither you Gen-tile!*
Money subjugation, adorn it with laurels...
*Banker am I!
The man of no morals!*
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
you have come
to me,
this early evening
with
a need,
to worship
at my *******
and who am i
to deny a man,
in his need
you bare
my udders
to the world
and sigh
in adoration.
before your
thumbtip
traces the
bluevein river
that arose during
the suckling season,
years ago
and has never subsided
you are fascinated by it
for me it is a blemish
upon the milky hills
your where your fingertips
trek and wander
those same hills rise now to
ripple and bump under
your roving sheperding skin
and your tongue asks,
seeks, direction in the vale
between
with pressing lips
and murmuring breath
that thumb
intrepid leader
of the pack
has found a peak
and with rubbing
caress has claimed it
for his own
not to be outdone
your lips grasp
and flag the other one
but be careful
my wonderful
mountaineers
i feel
an earthquake coming on
as you quest and worship
at the two peaked temple
i sigh and mewl and groan
some goddess i am
when i am the one who begs
you the peon for mercy
but soon the peon
shall become the god
and the goddess,
a pilgrim.
then i begin
a sacred sojuorn,
in the southern regions
as i worship
and love and own.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Charity, you say
I should be grateful for a free meal
I earn a “living” wage
No longer a minimum wage peon
Thanks to my unpaid student debt
And yet, still
I eat from food banks
For my lunch break each day
No longer than 30 minutes
I watch others go out to eat
And I eat my PBnJ
That ****** congealed jelly falls mostly into the bag
And I decide it’s not worth the effort
Last night’s dinner:
Another cake or sugar-laden death note
Given graciously.
I just skipped dinner instead
Grateful, I should be
For a week’s worth of food
Only allowed to be rationed once a month
Variety is foreign to these faith-based organizations
Shelf life is king
Taste and nutrition are optional coincidences
Thanks to them I will never eat another raisin or can of tuna
I am sick of trying to make 2 lbs of ground turkey or a pack of hot dogs stretch two weeks
With 1 lb of rice
I’m grateful
I’m eating
My 5 year old is
Grateful all the way to my rising cholesterol, impending diabetes, and rotting teeth
I make too much for government sponsored insurance
And not enough to pay for what I need
I am the gap generation
Slammed into a stress walled coffin
Between homelessness and eternal devastating debt
Grateful
Because I am overweight and out of shape
Because I don’t look poor and starving
Because I “get” to sit all day behind a desk
All it took was 6 years of letting the government forever make me their indentured servant
Grateful,
That at least I’m not dead on the outside yet
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
I prostrate myself before thee
With a sheepish plea, to no longer be,
Because I swear to you, I’ll never foresee.
So you smile and you laugh and you cast a man back
Find love in all you see? Empty words!
You never spoke to me.
This ground, it trembles
With fury it quakes
And how the knees do fall to curse this fate.
You’re the face of the faceless
The crux of all matters
The infinity of wisdom
Yet all you’ve ever given
Are the gusts of wind,
From flightless wings.
You don’t stir or shift,
Your distance? It’s a gift.
Your tongues of flame shall here find no domain.
Still you’re still
It’s so hard to breathe
I can’t take a step in this hate you’ve given me.
Now and forever all there shall be,
For you it’s my back, it all you’ll ever see
Payment in kind, need I remind?
But with a nerve that astounds, you turn me around.
Coward you scream, and coward again
Thunder roaring with your violent retort
Worthless peon lost in your wordless poems,
Oh, fate and fairness have never been so close
Rightfully, they’ll coalesce in your ghost.
Furnished with nothing I throw not but rage
You smile and withdraw from within this cage
Adamantine its walls, the door swings closed
My whys and my how’s are all I have left,
You take both with one last quip.
You deserve it.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC
MINESTRONE NIGHTS (on the summer of 2018)
Deep in the incubus of fantasy
As torrid painter makes its art
Rips a flash of an epiphany
A plaintive whisper of the heart
Hobgoblin summer full of slobber
Beget febrile reveries unkind
As dance character’s macabre
A three-ring circus in my mind
Each minestrone moldy night
When body craves boreal slumbers
Akin cat on hot tin roof I fight
Dank sog my sleep encumbers
Comes morn aft time eternal
Half charged at start of day
Abscond sodden dreams infernal
Tormenting orb is up to play
I was hot before I even knew
Never really did cool down
Too warm again, for morning dew
Vague slumber’d avec frown
Haven't slept for an age or eon
Cadaver tacky to the tepid touch
Arise, trepid to perspire, like peon
Labour in this broil is just too much
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
previously
i would of said
love was the purpose
there was a heart to this universe
and it circulated
meaning
to every extremity
but now i wake
to toil
silver and gold pockets
finally a son to profit
my father was right
we're all just a number
and we cant add up to
lofty goals
or life plans
you're not a doctor.
i'm not a police man.
dream
no more my sweet
those are shores
we'll never meet
ithaca
is no more
and never was
and i'm not the kind of king to be waiting on
a prince, a pauper, a peon
i'm only a man in an argument with God
but its a problem
that is often
never solved
life is getting
what you dont want
and making the best of disappointment
oh penelope
it may be 10 years
or twenty
but i'll make it back!
i swear i'm coming back!
with money in bags
and cloudy eyes
'how're you?'
'oh, you know me
i'm making
it by
and by'
'but you're not you
you're not you anymore'
and we'll both get by
not really happy
but, hey, thats life
maybe one day
i'll wreck upon your shore
and your suitors will meet me
and my sword
i can string a bow
and keep my word
all at once
oh penelope
wont you wait for me?
wont you unweave
this burial shroud?
because
i am not
no no no
i am not
dead
yet.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 1:05 AM UTC
They still stay being death
But
We live with their burdens
And
carry on with them like peon.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
Little peons slave and toil
To afford their bread and oil
Think themselves independent
Enriching landlords with their rent
‘Never mind’ their want to say
‘I’ll soon be on higher pay’
But rich or poor when clock does chime
They see how slight they have of time!
Still they plod on the machine
Ruled by bosses, sly and mean
Stuck in themselves they cannot see
‘Oppression don’t happen to me.
It hits brown folk in lands afar
I’ve a wife, a house, a dog and car!’
But halt ye peon, stood alone
How much of your self do you own?
Naught! The rich man rules your fate
Steals your labour for his estate
By the time you’re thirty, grim and worn
Your dreams are dead, hobbies all gone
Your soul is grey, your hope is lost
To feed a parasite your cost
All for that foolish arrogance
Pushing down those without a chance
You gave your life to corporate *****
Whilst mocking those on benefits?
Ha! How cruel this web of law
And the warped logic you never saw
For all rulers are ****** after wealth and fame
And you got played at their power game.
So pull your head out of your ****
Stand by your fellow, and your class!
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
The most dedicated, obedient, one who rings bell,
One mighty who formulates sentient of time shell
By ringing school bell, making us aware, alert and knell.
Vijay, our peon, a smart, vigilant but never did yell
At teachers or students who bugged in room or cartel.
Fair looking Vijay is a joyous lad who got never expel;
Nor did he remain quiet in vespers nine to spread his spell.
Caring, gentle, cherishing, poor but self-efficient in nutshell
Can be told about him in this Monorhyme – describing well?
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
-Oh no
She saunters by
The air stiffens and falls, mountains bow,
All kowtow, or at least they should
-We’re not worthy
She looks over her dominion
She rules all that she sees
None standup to contest
She has me too, I confess
-I like it
She looks through me
Another face
Another peon
Another nothing
-HEY!
-*…Place your hopes here my lad
-No, I am better than this. She will see ******
LOOK AT ME*
Not another tidbit for the
Proverbial chopping block
Her neck turns; time stops
Clocks tick without their tock
-We get so lonely
Or is it for her? She tops me
Swivels slowly, no stop
A slow-mo accident waiting to be replayed
-*Oh God please
-Oh God no*
She cuts the room in two, parallel lasers
Heads
roll
and
smile,
they
cheer
for
me
-*You got this Tiger
-Steady man, steady*
She sees my eyes with hers
Dull brown against the firing squad
-Ready boys! Aim
Her lips part, chest slightly rises loading the bullet
She locks on her target and she never misses
A bead of sweat rolls on past
It asks
-What have you done
They look to her
-Take the shot!
And she does with a smile
-Hey
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean
to expound upon nagging , yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,
no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean
older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen
with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay
no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray
thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,
hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney
finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today
meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay
at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
There is a sinking discomfort at my core
my ego falls into a pit of quicksand, lost forever more;
lost to the lingering sorrow--for tomorrow will be
as it was today: languishing, writhing in emptiness...
To trust the world, my mothers breast,
as if the heart of man were best,
suited to the freedom that nature blessed
her children of the wild quest,
is folly of the highest order:
poverty and disorder
corruption from the roots to the fruits;
and the starving of this world abound
unseen and unnumbered.
To feel hunger, to know the dark dimension of despair;
this the tyranny of society perpetuates upon itself:
to be a pauper, a peon, a peasant, a pleb under the rule of another;
to work as a slave to someone else's cause and convenience.
To be individual instead of indivisible,
to be alright with the starving children in Africa
if it means I can buy new shoes.
Hunger does not begin or end with you.
Hunger is the slave master of a thousand and one kingdoms.
Hunger is the gatekeeper to the kingdom of heaven.
Appease him and the world will know peace.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
I pour these words on paper
When everyone's at slumber
I dream when everyone's awake
Like a serpent dutiful for one's sake
I slither, I toil, I breathe, I devour
All it seems for a tiny glasshour
My antidote is mercy not love
A crow as white as a dove
Salvation will not reach me for an eons
My busy hands are as tired as a peon's
Darkness is light, when it is solemn
My chains will forever be broken
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed
to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,
and even how my existence came about
since the presence of human race
whereat random
evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
to skien woven of sateen lace
via some invisible hand weaving
world wide webbed warp and sub woof
fur wrought primordial miracles
ranked (within schema by human primates)
as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo
weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
unable to escape original weeknd update
with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via **** Sapiens
will lose role as topdog
ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace
forced to relinguish role,
sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
not needing tubby policed.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
I guess you work
Until you die
In the meantime
Waste away on tablets
Sell yourself
Until you're dry
Only hope for life
The love of another
Rather than of all others
You work and then you cry
Because you realize
That all you ever did
Was make someone else money
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Soft Spot
Together we make a toxic blend,
Too potent to mend,
Too powerful to end,
Pretend, happiness, waiting for a god send,
Hurt, hope, horror and abuse,
Yet, I call her friend,
Who dangles dollops of devilish emotion,
A dizzying illusion of love,
Opening eyes, I saw clear as day,
Guilting me betrayer the day I sent myself away,
Her venomous words strike my mind bitter,
Bled, bruised, bounced in mental bouts,
Careless whispers caress my cold clouded heart,
Made numb, feeling dumb,
For giving into her another night,
Hindsight, I should’ve tried to fight,
Not let her and indentured demons eat my light,
Wasting another fortnight,
Zero reason to stay a loyal peon,
Each day endless,
every month an eon,
Her word, her law,
A self proclaimed queen,
Adored and feared in esteem,
Using those close,
She lives in a dream,
Bowing to no law, woman or man,
Her wrath boils water into steam,
I blame myself,
Not listenings to red flags sound their alarms,
Created by abuse, lies and emotional self harm,
Her tumbling prickly mind a maze,
Screaming at her demons in empty hallways,
Her partner in crime we poisoned each other,
She’ll stay by your side forever and always,
Crafted chimera we sought another,
Our toxin together brought the most powerful to dismay,
Eyes finally opened,
I began to rue each day,
Feeling more and more horrible,
How could I stay?
Through her I bared many scars,
Yet my mind brings her up a lot,
Though enemy, awful and evil,
Who bore me problems and pain,
She still remains, a soft spot,
Bruised, and remembered with distain,
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
exposing hypocrites
that hide in
the darkness mark this
day and aeon
far from a peon
can't fade the Don
the only one feelin'
holy but no holes in me
never will I die lonely
enemies be my crony
follow me why don't you
allow me to introduce to you
my gun crew
we got mr Mack 11 mini 14 double m 9
givin' visions of a flatline as ya rewind
the stages of ya life
bumpin" out strife
standing with pride
like Malcolm X
who's next to plex
catch bullets in they chest
peace to those who rest
my enemies I see in a flee
cuz they know the soldiers never plea
**** the courts of course
taking elites down under
no corpse
cuz I'm burned em all
downfall
to Babylon and their imperial
clockin my own serials
revolution two point 0
busting at the systems
cuz I can't take no more
pain suffered since I was kid mayne
puffs of Mary Jane
to keep me sane
can't let the vision go blurry
when I die
I'll be face to face
with hells jury
full of fury
thoughts exposed on a tv screens
makin me a villians
out of everything
cuz I see the way
the world and it really is
**** puttin in the bids
it's all rigged
numbers reserved for yo ***
don't be a *****
chasin the cash
cuz you cop out no doubt
america on verge of a shootout
with Russia and North Korea
ain't hearing ya
no fearin tha
dark side cuz the powers that be
two faced like Jekyll and Hyde
feel this ****
as I bump in ya ride
soon to be homicide
ain't no testing no guessing
guised as a blessing
to the systems I be stressing
trying to bury me
but they don't scare me
citizens arm yo weapons
get ready for Armageddon
huh it's seems like they gonna breakdown
leave em in a frown
as clown with my hallow point rounds
punishment for sins
is back in town
fool as I get around
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC