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"egotistically" poems
Why do you love the one you do? Arrogant as he lives Intriguing minds have not a clue. He cheats, he lies and receives your endless forgives Security he cannot propose Financially, spiritually, emotional or otherwise. Love unfaithfully he bestows Disguised as Christian he justifies. Smothered in the cocoon of his limited sphere, Hinders flight for the beautiful butterfly, Egotistically the coward oozes insincere. Sadly pondering, inquiring minds ask Why?
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Why
Three-legged spider on a ***** tile Eyeball rolls, clean in hand Massive metal door opens, up top a hill Graveyard of ever-ringing cells. What's real creepy to you? Enclose the city, lock us out ..for good Condemned as doomed, living dead Big guns survive in metallic domes See the crass ******** shoot us down! Wanna talk about what's creepy, huh? Plunderers now lay down new laws Can't fight the sick, red sway Random acts of violence bay Armoured eyes see all from lofty towers. Creepy autocrats hide the truth, right? No soaring when blood runs rivers Tripping over rotting corpses Decaying stench of hope dying Help will come, we must believe! Do you believe lies to your face? Infrastructure's down, no services Power's out, no more flushing Car carcasses aflame on every corner, yet How come big brother's eyes still move? Are the gullible ones really stupid and feeble? Sun shines, but nothing grows Rain seeps red away into sewers Crops of twisted metal, hoards of guns Skeletal trees adorn our landscape. Why hold askance your glance skyward? The gates will open to let us in Surely, they witness our hardship! There must exist a life beyond this strife Uproar, bombard, gas, artillery....then no more.... Can you ever cease to have temerity? In face of adversity, calamity and injustice We should NEVER cease to be exasperated! Hope must prevail; faith must live; Thoughts expressed; love and respect must survive. Can you afford your spirit just to let go....? Think about it. Creepy autocrats eternally rank ... Chronically..........Insidious Repressively........Deleterious Egotistically.........Inadequate Eruptively............Odious Pretentiously.......Tedious Yucky...................Scum! S T, 31 May 2013
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
Creepy Autocrat
Three-legged spider on a ***** tile Eyeball rolls, clean in hand Massive metal door opens, up top a hill Graveyard of ever-ringing cells. What's real creepy to you? Enclose the city, lock us out ..for good Condemned as doomed, living dead Big guns survive in metallic domes See the crass ******** shoot us down! Wanna talk about what's creepy, huh? Plunderers now lay down new laws Can't fight the sick, red sway Random acts of violence bay Armoured eyes see all from lofty towers. Creepy autocrats hide the truth, right? No soaring when blood runs rivers Tripping over rotting corpses Decaying stench of hope dying Help will come, we must believe! Do you believe lies to your face? Infrastructure's down, no services Power's out, no more flushing Car carcasses aflame on every corner, yet How come big brother's eyes still move? Are the gullible ones really stupid and feeble? Sun shines, but nothing grows Rain seeps red away into sewers Crops of twisted metal, hoards of guns Skeletal trees adorn our landscape. Why hold askance your glance skyward? The gates will open to let us in Surely, they witness our hardship! There must exist a life beyond this strife Uproar, bombard, gas, artillery....then no more.... Can you ever cease to have temerity? In face of adversity, calamity and injustice We should NEVER cease to be exasperated! Hope must prevail; faith must live; Thoughts expressed; love and respect must survive. Can you afford your spirit just to let go....? Think about it. Creepy autocrats eternally rank ... Chronically..........Insidious Repressively........Deleterious Egotistically.........Inadequate Eruptively............Odious Pretentiously.......Tedious Yucky...................Scum! S T, 31 May 2013
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*A feeling Is not about who is best Art Is not a contest To insist on a victor Is an ego that has broken Showering hate upon the lives Of hearts that are open* What may or may not be poetry Is instead the heart of our family You commented rather pointedly About your superior ability And eloquent verbosity Most likely derived from history Of the friends of Neal Cassidy And other written eccentricity Yet you forgot your humanity And instead introduced a monstrosity An ego steeped in personal vanity Insisting on being treated royally Demanding your subjects bow immediately As you crashed into the sea of tranquility Planting your flag of superiority And crushing our words spoken so plainly But heartfully Because the letters are unworthy To one who is challenged emotionally Unable to live peacefully Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully About a craft you have reserved selfishly For yourself and those you deem to be equally As adept as yourself in the vagary Of references you declare to be wholly Fresh and newly Minted by your ability To walk around the cliché so gracefully While we repeatedly Use words such as lovely Or heavenly Or tearfully Or holy So we beg you openly To understand what is primary In a place for the novice to publically Air their emotions unapologetically And speak candidly And unconditionally About how painfully It is to live freely In a place so worldly Where men think judgmentally ******* the life from those who live meekly And wish to exist thankfully Amongst those who understand brotherly Love and who affectionately Praise those who tenderly Open their hearts to humanity Giving mercy To those without the gifts you egotistically Bludgeoned us with so artfully But failing miserably To impart insightfully Your wisdom for those who willingly Would receive daily Your transcendently And insightfully Spoken songs of serenity But instead you callously Reminded us unfortunately That mere man is weakly Empowered to exist commonly And instead arrogantly Cuts the rose greedily Leaving the thorns sadistically
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Criticism
*A feeling Is not about who is best Art Is not a contest To insist on a victor Is an ego that has broken Showering hate upon the lives Of hearts that are open* What may or may not be poetry Is instead the heart of our family You commented rather pointedly About your superior ability And eloquent verbosity Most likely derived from history Of the friends of Neal Cassidy And other written eccentricity Yet you forgot your humanity And instead introduced a monstrosity An ego steeped in personal vanity Insisting on being treated royally Demanding your subjects bow immediately As you crashed into the sea of tranquility Planting your flag of superiority And crushing our words spoken so plainly But heartfully Because the letters are unworthy To one who is challenged emotionally Unable to live peacefully Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully About a craft you have reserved selfishly For yourself and those you deem to be equally As adept as yourself in the vagary Of references you declare to be wholly Fresh and newly Minted by your ability To walk around the cliché so gracefully While we repeatedly Use words such as lovely Or heavenly Or tearfully Or holy So we beg you openly To understand what is primary In a place for the novice to publically Air their emotions unapologetically And speak candidly And unconditionally About how painfully It is to live freely In a place so worldly Where men think judgmentally ******* the life from those who live meekly And wish to exist thankfully Amongst those who understand brotherly Love and who affectionately Praise those who tenderly Open their hearts to humanity Giving mercy To those without the gifts you egotistically Bludgeoned us with so artfully But failing miserably To impart insightfully Your wisdom for those who willingly Would receive daily Your transcendently And insightfully Spoken songs of serenity But instead you callously Reminded us unfortunately That mere man is weakly Empowered to exist commonly And instead arrogantly Cuts the rose greedily Leaving the thorns sadistically
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At the risk of egotistically bragging I love when my poems start trending. I love knowing when I post a rhyme That it’s not simply a sort of ending. It tickles me to see that this one Will still be in the universe out there And won’t just be words that slip away; The world at large isn’t unaware. I love that so may people like the words And so often react with love and sharing Whether my poem is funny, or even sad And perhaps sometimes extremely daring. Sometimes it’s because I have written What has long needed to be said, And often because I did not leave Ideas in my path as if they were dead. Other times, I just take a chance In the fervent hope I am conveying Something brand new and exciting; Something that really needed saying. It reinvigorates me to keep on writing And authorizes what I am feeling. It boosts up my self-esteem so much That it sends me senses reeling. So thank you, my readership all, And take this sentence seriously, I read every comment through. Sometimes I laugh deliriously. This kind of acceptance from you Affects me more strongly than a drug. Please take my heartfelt thanks And a great big literary hug.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
TO MY READERS
Do I escape here To my cave My therapist My priest An ear Does anyone hear Listen Care Is it just minutia words that get moved around the page like dust bunnies swirling in the noonday sun why do I want you to know what goes on in here inside this cerebral mass why do I want you to witness the excising of my existence the vomiting purging lancing of these boils the expressing of **** glands emptying the dark places only to fill them up again I have always wanted to write down my feelings what I see......emphasis on “I” I always have felt that I see it differently than you Not egotistically speaking, but that I see it the way this mass of cells called Larry sees it Hello It is me in here The one speaking to you now And if you are reading this Thank you for listening
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Thank You For Listening
Am I more than just bones and blood and skin? A device of wires and cell-ements? A jester’s motley plucked from some King’s bin? Or bolts and gears, a cluster of junk Divinely tossed together From what? The dump’s tickle-trunk? Nay, better yet: pearls for eyes And a mass of sinew’ed sand Torn-roots for legs, Venus fly-traps for hands? All oversimplifications for this, my assigned vehicle Assembled in such a way, inexplicably strategical This drawn by these dextrous digits Deftly delegated by this complex cerebral contraption Which egotistically instigated this imaginative introspection
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
The Sand man
Now your fighted lightening brightens defeats Your off-White Knight thunder frightens me This hiss from those lips of this person I've missed Tightens kissing fists of a ****** horizon seen Mist heightened I do not wish to be enlightened I do not hope to hear your throat excitened Around sounds that expound my stuttering ground Or surround a thousand profoundly aroused frowns By all counts by now they hound My surmounting cloud My sound impound Say stray failures are bound round  brain behaviours Claim they wound down your feigned brave nature These sharp verses start to form  disturbing curses Hearts should favour a saviour of more deserving or curbing regalia Critical, it's **** literal It's typically, empirically, egotistically pivotal I pine to hide inside a hurst of worse design I am not diacritical I cannot align my mind with a realistic vine Of my own bemoaned confines And now this line of finely timely chides I'm dumb and undone Numb hums begun When this thunder does bedizen you, The lightening does enlighten, true But the prices are not my vices rightened for you, I've surmised a prize of a more biting view It might be right to lose sight Of the delights of tonight's plights I slight fights I blight contrite bending But this ripe, spiteful spate of trite infights trending Indicts a tending Benights, invites, ignites a new intending A descent now rendered impending; an ending
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
The Camel's Back
Back then, I was strong, So confident, But now I don't even know what that means, Had good self-esteem, But not egotistically, I would use it to help girls just like me. Guys would say hey, And I would say hi, Then they say you're full of beauty, But then i don't know, If they're looking at my hair, Looking at me, Or maybe its just the clothes i wear, Back then. All the confidence, All the esteem, But now this is me, Non-egotistically , Back then.                                                                                     Jonesy 2016©
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Back Then
Manipulated by a pursasive tongue Ignorance that crowds a clear mind Savagely hoovering on your prey Egotistically having multiple personas Ruthless to an innocent soul You
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Misery
It’s always about the games we play, isn’t it? Always about who comes out on top, Who rakes in the most attention. The eyes have it. They always have, windows to our souls, How deceptively they can let a friend down, How egotistically they can take advantage of a loved one. In the end, how can you determine the winner? Who keeps track of all the points you’ve raked in? And most importantly, how can you tell a heart’s broken from the outside? Shalini Nayar © 2005
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Games