#bragging
Sometimes
When you are too arrogant
You become stupid
When you are too incompetent
You become stupid
When you are too grandiloquent
You become stupid
When you are too belligerent
You become stupid
When you are too racist
You become stupid
When you are too egotist
You become stupid
When you are too insensitive
You become stupid
When you are too divisive
You become stupid
When you are too aggressive
You become stupid
When you are too heteronormative
You become stupid
When you are too xenophobic
You become stupid
When you are too demagogic
You become too stupid
When you are too narcissistic
You become stupid
When you are too misogynistic
You become stupid
When you are too negative
You become stupid
When you are too abusive
You become stupid
When you are too dishonest
You become stupid
When you think you're the very best
You become stupid
When you're a pathological liar
You become stupid
When you are too ******
You become stupid
When you are too extreme
You become stupid
When you are too obscene
You become stupid
When you are too selfish
You become stupid
When you smell better than fish
You become stupid
Sometimes
When you put other people down
You become a clown
You become stupid
As an example, Cupid
Was wise, humble and nice
When you are stupid
You pay a heavy price
You go down as the worst
In history, not the very best
It pays to be fair, respectful and just
All the gold, the glitters and the lust
Are not eternal; they do not last
With time, they get lost in the past
Let the people do the cheering and the bragging
The world is not dumb, everybody is watching.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
Just don't think about those people
Who have left you with no choice
But to think the reason of your aloneness.
Just don't hover around,
Those,
Making you feel unworthy,
Shut their door,
And don't worry dear,
It isn't ego,
It's self-respect,
Self-help,
Self esteem and
Self-love.
Just don't be with those,
Bragging about their victory,
By belittling your tiny beginnings,
And don't worry dear,
It isn't that you aren't worthy,
But the person is so unworthy
To witness your
Victory by stepping tiny it's.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
Don’t brag about your good fortune in bad weather
unless you’re ready to hear how theirs is better
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
I speak to myself to get an agreement, to hear what I wish to, things I dont understand..
But I never wrote letters
Never texted
Never blinded
I did try to hug myself
I did try to comfort
I did slap hard and stared at my response in the mirror..
I did hit the wall and whispered it hurts...
I did think I could, I would and I should die..
But I did love me, myself and I
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
Bragging about what an amazing guy you are is so much better when it’s to someone who used to know you. I get to explain that I, I have the best version of you.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
The first and last time I ever
bragged was in fifth grade
We’d been on a unit related to the
Ancient Egyptians
I was the only one in our class to have
gotten a good score
On the reading comprehension
Our teacher even
Announced it to the whole class
I was ecstatic
So, I tapped the shoulder of the girl next to me
Whose face clearly showed that
her result wasn’t as joyous
and I told her
The glee practically bursting out of me
“I KNOW!” She screamed
Red faced
A cascade of tears water falling down
Her face
That stayed with me
Even now I ask myself,
Such a pointless thing
It’s only purpose
Being
To hurt
Such a useless thing
Why did I ever do it?
And that is why
I never brag
Even to this day
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
No matter how hard you work...
No matter how much you make...
No matter how much it takes...
It is never enough.
Let me say that again!
It it never enough.
You live your whole life to make as much as possible.
No matter the cost.
Work 3 jobs, work over 60 hours a week.
Only to get a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment.
Because you have to have your own bathroom.
You have to have the best of everything.
You talk about your dream house.
Yet you can't even afford to fix up the house you live in.
Talk about how many people are going to leave you money when they die.
Why?
To talk about how rich you'll be.
Here I am.
Scraping by.
In a cheap apartment.
Barely afford to get groceries.
But you know it's no skin off my back.
I have something way better than being rich.
At least I have a place to live and a job.
I have a girlfriend who I would die for.
Some things are better than money.
I am glad I know this.
I am glad I don't run in circles for it.
Life is what you make it.
If that's what you make it about, that's okay.
I choose to believe there is more to life than that.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
oh such humility
is found here
not a cocky one
in the lot
no narcissism
or conceitedness
not a word about
**** so taut
not a one thinks
he's better
than any other
on the site
or in the world
for that matter
who thinks he's
always right
not one thinks
that he is
God's gift to
humankind
or that others
swoon for him
because he's so
very fine
at least most
don't write it
a bragging
load of poo
if you have to
write about it
it's certainly
not true!
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
what thief
has come to me
that his
bowels
be loose
who are you to steal much
that it may. be as more
what have we given
my looks to me
wagons burn
neck snap
burning
ropes
hang
an
man death assumptions
hang with me here
in
the
stars
instead
oh
we read how
they mock
my
how
sloppy
?
...
..
.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
I admit that I am like a kid
When I see what I just did
Sitting here alone at home
And writing a really fine poem.
I giggle and dance a bit
Like a rockstar with a hit.
I have to dance, I can’t sit.
I celebrate for a little bit.
I don’t need the world’s applause.
That's like waiting for Santa Claus.
But the approval gives me pause.
Writing is a good enough cause.
It feels so good, it’s physical.
In fact, I’ll claim it is lyrical,
Mystical, and very much musical.
Something like a literary miracle.
I have written down my soul
And that was my entire goal
To communicate is my role
And it came out strong and whole.
So, I write it up and send it out
And maybe mine is the only shout,
That is good enough to brag about.
And sometimes it develops clout.
Some of them gather many fans
Writing doesn't disrupt my plans
But my words have passed through hands
And I am happy with what I began.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Exasperation is the new season, flaunting it around instead of holding it inside.
Yes, these bags under my eyes are designer.
Help arrives in the nick of time, losing your unfiltered mind.
Bricks thrown, all sorts of sizes, too. Collecting and building, haunting your shrine. Hovering above is my denial. It reminds me why what I experience is such a trial.
Such a set back, run another lap. Farther and farther away…
Introduce me to the style.
Expired ideas are lightly sketched.
I gave up my sight of fashion when pressure popped out my eyes.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Endlessly lethargic
The power of sleep is great with me
A laggard sloth never wakes
never moves
but dreams with much creativity
slow moving somber slumber
How much I can sleep
drifting with ease into coma
how much easier it is with belly full
Falling into that dream assembly
drifting dragging drowning
Better than anyone I can promise
Can stay in bed for a whole week
How wonderful how simple
it is for me to sleep
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
You live to tell stories;
so that you can tell somebody important
so that they'll put you on a pedestal
to listen closely for words of amazement and admiration.
You live for the satisfaction of other people
base your value on their comments.
they determine your price tag
Tell me
what will you do when they no longer care?
Where will you go to be admired?
When the world is done with you
and on to the next and
all you have is the past
memories that only played fillers...
that meant nothing but
a trophy to you
they lose their worth,
wrinkles and scars mark your skin and your heartbeat slows
Did you live for you?
or the judgment of someone else?
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
I will miss you at college, I really will.
I won’t miss the wrinkled brows, at my too-heavy-eyeliner wearing face.
But i’ll probably come home make up free
with a head full of purple hair.
I know i’ll walk through the door sometime and you’ll be horrified.
And maybe you won’t want to sit in Starbucks with me.
And when your friends are bragging about their daughters,
saying mine got a full ride to Notre Dame,
or mine was recently proposed to,
you’re going to say,
“mine is happy.”
And maybe that will be enough.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC