#grandiose - Hello Poetry

Slithering subtlety, the serpent saw a shard shaped slightly like his self. He gazed into the glass, seeing a reflection. "What beautiful feathers I have!", he said covered in scales. "What beautiful colors--- and wow! Look at my wings!" He mused to himself, (it's no wonder I soared so much higher than the others...They had no wings! No illustrious feathers! They only have scales, that's why they're different than me! They not like myself, or other birds that I see). He slithered sedated and satisfied with a sullen, sad and insecure of sense self under surface. Along the way he spotted a Gold Parakeet, he compared himself and said this through his teeth: "Your scales are ugly, and cracked, and dull. You slither with your wings from trees very tall. Why can't you fly, and be bright like me? You're unable, and there's something wrong with you, all the other birds agree." The parakeet parried the poisonous paragraph perfectly: "When you see me, you see what you want. You attack what I am because I have what you flaunt. But I soar high, while your words sink low. One day you'll be measured by the scales you show." The parakeet pondered puzzled at the python's reply: "I see only the reflection of the glass I passed by."

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Oct 14, 2020

Oct 14, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC

CMXIClement

The Snake and the Glass

Slithering subtlety, the serpent saw a shard shaped slightly like his self. He gazed into the glass, seeing a reflection. "What beautiful feathers I have!", he said covered in scales. "What beautiful colors--- and wow! Look at my wings!" He mused to himself, (it's no wonder I soared so much higher than the others...They had no wings! No illustrious feathers! They only have scales, that's why they're different than me! They not like myself, or other birds that I see). He slithered sedated and satisfied with a sullen, sad and insecure of sense self under surface. Along the way he spotted a Gold Parakeet, he compared himself and said this through his teeth: "Your scales are ugly, and cracked, and dull. You slither with your wings from trees very tall. Why can't you fly, and be bright like me? You're unable, and there's something wrong with you, all the other birds agree." The parakeet parried the poisonous paragraph perfectly: "When you see me, you see what you want. You attack what I am because I have what you flaunt. But I soar high, while your words sink low. One day you'll be measured by the scales you show." The parakeet pondered puzzled at the python's reply: "I see only the reflection of the glass I passed by."

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It's too early to bark, I told my dog The neighbors are sleeping, like a log Let's not wake them up, for a little while yet They like to sleep in, or did you forget Sleeping in is a challenge, for some, but not all I like to rise early to see that new ball Colors of the morning are often, grandiose If you sleep in you miss it, and I need that first dose Brian Hill - 2019 # 186

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC

halfpac11

Don't Bark...!

It's too early to bark, I told my dog The neighbors are sleeping, like a log Let's not wake them up, for a little while yet They like to sleep in, or did you forget Sleeping in is a challenge, for some, but not all I like to rise early to see that new ball Colors of the morning are often, grandiose If you sleep in you miss it, and I need that first dose Brian Hill - 2019 # 186

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Never let anyone tell you How ****** up a person is Pointing at Her or Him At them or here with Disdain dressed To look like despair God damns the Sanctimony of fools Black robes Far worse for the wear Let em point at me I have not a care Because just like them I am Jack the Ripper. I am St. Paul I sifted salt with Ghandi And I slit throats with King Saul I am the ****** Mary I hear the knocking on my door It may just be the neighbor A fiend looking to fix me Or to score. Either way We’ve all been here Countless times maybe more Its eternity that's calling Remember living forever? Before you were ever born? I've offered every solace I've mended every fall I’ve turned the other cheek And the pious broke my jaw My work here is near done And trust me I had a ball So shed not a tear Nor curse me to befall For soon you will be me And I will be you all.

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Feb 22, 2019

Feb 22, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC

GeniousHChrist

You are All

Never let anyone tell you How ****** up a person is Pointing at Her or Him At them or here with Disdain dressed To look like despair God damns the Sanctimony of fools Black robes Far worse for the wear Let em point at me I have not a care Because just like them I am Jack the Ripper. I am St. Paul I sifted salt with Ghandi And I slit throats with King Saul I am the ****** Mary I hear the knocking on my door It may just be the neighbor A fiend looking to fix me Or to score. Either way We’ve all been here Countless times maybe more Its eternity that's calling Remember living forever? Before you were ever born? I've offered every solace I've mended every fall I’ve turned the other cheek And the pious broke my jaw My work here is near done And trust me I had a ball So shed not a tear Nor curse me to befall For soon you will be me And I will be you all.

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I'm having thoughts of grandiose things. Pain filled lives always sing for less rain Your body comes and goes Used up like a vacant hole There are so many cigarette butts lying around Polluting the ground, like you did to my mind I'm trying to remember the light and asking myself, "was it always this bright?" It always seems like nothing matters to you - and I guess you're right Right now it seems like all you want to do is fight.

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC

ngwrites

I Can't Help but Feel the Grandiose

I'm having thoughts of grandiose things. Pain filled lives always sing for less rain Your body comes and goes Used up like a vacant hole There are so many cigarette butts lying around Polluting the ground, like you did to my mind I'm trying to remember the light and asking myself, "was it always this bright?" It always seems like nothing matters to you - and I guess you're right Right now it seems like all you want to do is fight.

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*What be more grandiose than poetry, expound at your own discretion, bottle sunshine, save it in a jar, tie an affectionate knot, spread it around flood desert mirages with flowing spirits, speaks kindly and murderously about love, can tempt winds to uncoil temptation's gist ****** upon or written asunder desperation relentless in its seizing of human behavior, magnifying moonbeams or star's decimation perfumed magnolias to winter's cruelty, call of the wild midst sweetness of fresh rhubarb pie, infinitely vast in its incalculable grasp of predication, beyond limitless infrastructures 'neath fancied significance*

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC

poetessa-diabolical

More grandiose than poetry

*What be more grandiose than poetry, expound at your own discretion, bottle sunshine, save it in a jar, tie an affectionate knot, spread it around flood desert mirages with flowing spirits, speaks kindly and murderously about love, can tempt winds to uncoil temptation's gist ****** upon or written asunder desperation relentless in its seizing of human behavior, magnifying moonbeams or star's decimation perfumed magnolias to winter's cruelty, call of the wild midst sweetness of fresh rhubarb pie, infinitely vast in its incalculable grasp of predication, beyond limitless infrastructures 'neath fancied significance*

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