Best 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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Back Stabbing Betty haunted the cemetery
It was Halloween night and it really was scary

She saw Big Willie’s tombstone and wondered why
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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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Yes, yes, I remember you,
Though not your name,
How do you do.
Me, I'm doing very well,
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Yes, yes, yes, I remember you,
Though not your name,
How do you do.
Me, I'm doing very well,
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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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Goats are the first to meet us:
Bleating, grey, brown, pied,
Cropping the thorn bushes beside the river.
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Chatsworth Estate
In an airy corridor
Duchess Georgina laughs from a painting
A grand society beauty broken
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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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Sitting quite snugly,
Perfection said smugly,
I won' t mellow, as I grow older,
I'll continue to expose what I see as ugly,
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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 pluperfect is a type of verb form, generally
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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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I don’t like doing the extra work of your soul,
Laying out tattoos for my fingers to needle on your thoughts,
The voluptuous insects secreted with your tears,
The menagerie which glows when you are in the dark,
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I’ll dress myself up as a gentleman,
And you a society lady,
And buttoned in our new finery, we’ll
Remove ourselves from the shady valley:
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English teachers, with professorial elation
Teach their students correct conjugation
They explain how to properly conjugate verbs
So their written creations would be more than just blurbs
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What don't they get?

'Reality.'
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It can get a bit nippy.
And a little cool as expected.
But there is nothing pretentious,
About the signs of Winter.
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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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Even her shadow shares her beauty,
Insomuch as it shows us her form.
A gentle lass, not proud and not snooty,
Her laughter so kind and so warm.
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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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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 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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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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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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Write in the language you dream in.
But this had never made sense
as far as I remember, I’ve never dreamt in nouns and verbs,
but always in huge boxes,
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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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Dress up real fancy, go out to an upper crusty snooty place
where they pay attention to everything, but
dwell in nothing, and do this:
Strike up a very engaging conversation with your partner, when
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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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Watch your step there, young woman. This is a treacherous spot
in the roadway. I've traveled this passage many times before;
many times have I seen someone slip, someone make a misstep.
And slide among the stones, down into the flowing sewer there.
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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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Sea lions are not like seals, the fools,
They have articulated flippers,
Go to private boarding schools,
And wear expensive slippers.
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Snow covered mountains lay within my vision.
Covered white and gleaming,
God's supreme decision.
Never have I seen or heard-
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What's in a name?
Oh seeker of fame
She calls me friend!
I'm her latest trend
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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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Who do you love? Who do you love,
when the man you married goes off

for months on end, quelling rebellions
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Genius is seen as a disease;
dreaded like the sting of bees,
by those whose attitude is snooty,
by those who cannot see its beauty.
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South Padre Island is the place to be.
I'll be back here often to see,
The good times to come and the people I meet.
I love the weather and my tanned feet.
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Sitting around the table gloriously rich
in fake money. Colorful notes in
citrus with a mini Churchill handing out
second chances and standing in for
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Pressure mounts as the due date looms overhead,
What it amounts to is being seduced by my room and my bed.
Up for hours, the king of writer's block
Has my mind and pen in a fighter's grip-lock.
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Don't you realize how you sound? How you look?
Maybe you'd learn something
If you picked up a book.
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(A stranger named Alex on my FS account started sending PM's and delivered judgmental comments. I took his ruse and fell on writing these passages.)

Aanhin ko ang guwapo (What do I need good looks for)
Kung sampu naman ang kaagaw ko. (If there's ten of us in a row)
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Why am I seen for this supposed outer beauty
My inner self is ignored by ones so snooty
Thinking of me as merely a piece of meat
My soul they ignore, abuse and cheat
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Elitist wants the world bent at his ever fattening waist. I’m better then you yet you think your richer then I. A telescope reaches an eye to the stars, but eyes grow weary of sights so far away. Hearts, crashed into a hoopla of fast talking salesmen
The feet wait to walk
Preacher sells the good of god, and the atheist steals it right back.
They are both taxed by eyes of innocence. Forgetful of this, the talking never quits. Living a life of nonsense makes the most. Thinkers stumble on their minds mended steps.
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When I think of Santa Claus
A traditional image comes to mind.
But when I shop in some stores
That is not what I find.
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Join my party


Oh, all is black at a jester's graveyard
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I ay' longed tae read yer stuff
wi' beautiful words written off the cuff.
O' nature, o'war, the deil and love
wi' wit and banter tae nae say enough.
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Who is this person.
this person who is well hearted
who is def not easily out smarted.
mostly patient but can soon be impatient
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the word sounds so snooty
academic, serious
a boring, mental duty
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My governess was a wise woman
She taught me things I didn't know.
To wash and iron my own clothes
And to properly eat
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I went with my family to Langkawi in Malaysia, and we took a boat ride through the mangrove swamps. In this poem I wrote down all that I saw and felt.

Warm golden sand moulds countless feet,
Salty waves caress your every heart beat.
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She flirts with Death,
licks the arched blade;
but it skimped, snooty
of this self-centered wit.
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the sunflowers rehearse their growth
in my lawn, the intermittent tenant
to the grass; loathe the West,
all curve their snooty heads.
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There is a purpose to the shoes,
we're glad that there are pants,
a shirt, we're mostly glad for that,
almost everyone is fond of sox,
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Sinclair was a well bred lad,
Of upper social standing,
Whilst Charlie was a commoner,
In manners - undemanding.
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It was the Peacock Parade in the Ballroom,
The male dancing demo before Full Moon.

Each male acted out his Filmstar role,
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The house was clean and peaceful and I was so grateful. But then Christmas morning arrived and I would be frowning. I would wrap for hours and hours and all they needed was five minutes to unwrap all those gifts.
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You want hit
Lite it up
Pure ice
All up on its cure
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Wine. Instead of beer
Tonight, I’ve decided to challenge myself
Berringher.
I once saw my girlfriend’s snooty little sister’s snooty little boyfriend make lasagna
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the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itself

some flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primness

in their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick wind

the large daisy is happy to be slapdash
is not snooty about the company it keeps

it does have a flair for being noticed
it's the way it lets its petals out (ragged

and not wanting everyone the same)
that appeals to nervous garden sufferers

(weary with pretending flowers per se are
god's gift to the dull earth and somehow

the human race is privileged to be there)
the daisy knows everything there is to know

about not taking yourself too seriously - about
relaxation and how to be naturally yogic

how to be part of the rough common stock
yet have a whiff of the immortal about you

a patch of such daisies growing artlessly
contains the dreams of all good health
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Snooty morning dew,
On the edge of leaf;
When glares in light,
Forgets light is trap of sun;
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HE EAGER-BEAVER AND THE FLIRT

The dilemma in determining a ' come hither look '
Flippant or earnest- '- is she playing by the book '?
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And then floods
catch us unaware
flash
enters rooms, houses
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Historical gowns circus clowns
Dressed up with nowhere to go
Lord of the manner bought for a tanner
Desperate to go to the show
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I know a route where now no traipsing traveller trails,
Between the red-brick, red-faced prefab bungalows
And seamy semis, shamed and scorned by snooty stares
Of mouldering mansions, precious, pompous, haughty halls.
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I never thought I could ever be
Close to this man who is so snooty
No nonsense, serious, seldom smile
He is a guy I once despised.
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What have you done,
strange believing one?
Is this your duty,
or have you more, right snooty?
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Sweet lass in a pretty yellow dress,
Eyes cast downwards, daintily seated
Looking lovely in her new yellow dress,
Does she not look a little conceited?
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ive of them i Fell for hard and fast
five that took and captured my heart
all except one now in the past
I would forget them all if I was smart.
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I am sinful, not trying to be saint,

Just want to live, not to complain.
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I am sinful, not trying to be saint,

Just want to live, not to complain.
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It’s been raining non-stop
since ten o’clock
this morning; what a
day to forget my umbrella.
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Dave Cork and me behind the chicken shed.
‘You show me yours, I’ll show you mine’ he said.
Some of his Wrigleys for a flash,
that was the deal. (I wanted cash) !
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Your eyes are baggy, apply a concealer
You have thin lips use a filler
Your whole face is covered with scars
Treat them or they will leave permanent marks
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The two sides
Like
Head and tail
Good and bad
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within forest fly around
cleaning from nest to nest
trying not to make a sound
in a bit i'll have to rest
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My darling, for long I miss you, you are charming, and you are always disarming.

I love you my beloved, I can start gloved, but will that keep me loved?
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somersaulting sommelier
savoring
tasty
prized
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Though aye haint no athlete, nor a cosmopolitan mwm,
this bloke dislikes capricious adrenaline rush
to prove without a doubt
at least to whomever announced
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Significant Rings Of The Olympics
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The women of the house
could no longer embrace
the squatting wooden thing.

They needed something
more solid than fluting
something that did not desire
a polish every week
something
that did not need dusting
between vine-leaves
and flower whorls.

The Godrej
steely-straight with no deceptive
dirt-seducing curves
arrived in a cart
with much pageantry.
Various men in sweaty vests
pushed pulled shouted swore
until it stood tall and grey in
a snooty little corner
all by itself.

It flaunted
its cursive name and soon became a womb
for aging silks, perfumes, powders while the
wooden thing sat barren by the bed with only
fake chiffons for company.

The new almirah was cold and cranky,
demanded silence while it creaked and
croaked and could not be opened when
babies slept. In hushed tones people

talked about how clothes were no longer
cared for by crunchy neem leaves but by
the miniature-snowball splendour
of naphthalene balls.
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Turn not just one way
And not just to browse.
Heads, as much inquisitive
With the raised eyebrows.
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Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...

Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
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