My Seven ''Deadly'' Sins
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Oh pride, pride, I do have pride
Pride of my country, pride in my siblings, and my nephews and niece
I am proud of me too, I am a survivor, proud of every single word that I pen ~
Think, if one had zero pride what would we be
So, to me a certain amount of pride is okay
Cloud my judgement not head up in every downfall able to stand proud . .
Oh greed, greed, it can be excessive
The need for material things, such as money, cars, symbols of wealth
I work hard so I can live in this nice Victorian apartment ~
Have food to eat, even indulged in a big screen television
Does that mean greed? No simply, rewards for hard work
An always seeking putting things before this life the need is endless . . .
Oh lust, lust, that sweet desire for love and power
Within each of us is this need to love and to be loved, to have
For me lust is fine as long as it is two-sided ~
Not directed at someone who does not return the love.
That is just unnatural, and the need for power, being number one is wrong
Oh I recall him the deep love and sweet passion at his tomb I weep . . .
Oh anger, anger, that wrath that involves many feelings
It is a useless emotional response, a hurt
We feel violated and it triggers the fight brain response ~
Wanting revenge with hasty and sudden responses
Thankfully in my life, I just walk away
Negative feelings silence poison pen gossip I just turn away . . .
Oh gluttony, gluttony, over-indulgence
Guilty at Christmastime for sure, I over did it at dinner
And I did gulp down that box of chocolates given as a gift ~
But that is not everyday and I do give food to the poor
Well maybe me and my friend did gulp down buttered popcorn at the movies
I saw a man lost and gave him my chicken meal I had more at home . . .
Oh envy, envy, you green eyed monster
If it creates hate that is bad but it can create striving to be better
Make one want to be better, do better, accomplish more ~
To envy and admire another is fine, but to want to topple them so wrong
Go about making a plan on how to defeat them, is wrong, wrong
Outdo and undo deep emotional thoughts be happy with you . . .
Oh sloth, sloth, that is definitely me on days off
I am physically totally inactive, so guilty of doing nothing, NOTHING
Loving my respite from work, guilty of snail behaviour ~
Lazy and idle as a snail, that is me on days off from my high stress job
Just love the stillness of home, the tranquility of nothingness
A lover of sleep a dreamer of dreams and dreams sweet serenity . . .
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January 20, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/My Seven "Deadly" Sins
Copyright Protected, ID 16747-496-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The Deadly Sins,
sponsor, John Lawless
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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