Panagiota Romios Poet Couplet

Dance Contest

Arrogance and Poetry tried out
for a dance contest, 
Simply "stoned" with the idea that
they were the best.

They sat at a table, pointing out
errors in others.
Forgetting to have a heart and
compassion and that all dancers 
are sisters and brothers.

After snickering over others mistakes,
They soon discovered, they did not have 
what it takes.

So they, continued without hesitation, 
attacking others with bitter brazenness.
So much so, that Arrogance and Poetry 
were asked to leave, and red faced, 
did so with all their selfish cravenness.

January 26, 2020
   8pm PST

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Lindsay Laurie January 27, 2020 at 5:42 PM Hello Panagiota … almost everything starts with glitter and glam, but then the walls start building and the verbal bullets fly - nicely done Panagiota - Lindsay Panagiota Romios January 27, 2020 at 6:47 PM Hi...I guess? Things change sometime for the better......other times tings grow dim. In my own life, over many decades..things have consistently have gotten better. The world still exists after wars, diseases and dissensions. This was meant to be an unhappy place. Perfection for a few only is in the afterlife, as far as I know. Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger January 27, 2020 at 1:30 PM This is wonderfully done! Panagiota Romios January 27, 2020 at 2:03 PM Was a fun write for me...)))) Panagiota xx

Arturo Michael January 27, 2020 at 2:09 AM Imaginative write...I like how you expressed it ... there's no room for arrogance...busy searching for the poesy of life... Panagiota Romios January 27, 2020 at 11:49 AM Hi Arturo, It was inspired by a not well known Poet here, suffering from big- head-itis. None of us are perfect. I am well known for errors in typos. Top poets here usually soup me is I am in error, not in public. And they do so with humility. That's the beauty of a true, poet. We all do our best. Thank you for being a poet friend for so longg Panagiota