Best Arrogantly Poems

Stop being so downcast!
Stop feeling so blue!
And please, stop caring about how many here like you!
On this planet we have but a short time here.
Don't you understand this basic truth?
There is nothing to fear!


Don't come here to be a comment collector.
Reply to comments for heaven's...

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To wake each day, alive and whole!
Verily a gift for all to behold.


We assume, we will see another day?
Anything can happen, petition....pray.


Going to bed and not thanking the Lord?
You are here now and were spared Death’s sword.


It takes but a minute or two, to be...

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The Land Where the Lemon-Trees Flower

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where citrus fragrance lingers after a summer shower.
In sun-sweetened India, lemon-trees radiantly bloom,
flourishing unfazed by tropical monsoon’s gloom. 

Glistening with dew drops, greeting each sunrise,
lemon-trees thrive beneath heaven's azure skies.

Exquisite five-petaled flowers of...

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A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...

Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of evil pungent sulphuric devil greens,

Speaking like an uncast angel in...

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My vacant stare was sure to be 
a giveaway to anyone that saw . . .
I was a Pilgrim there to the land of techno-jargon,
of icons, Help instructions meaning nothing,
and a world of young and savvy operators.
Our teacher wasn’t there. 
Certain that the worksheet explaining...

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it’s difficult to begin to comprehend
the concept of eternity
when life is bustling around us all 
arrogantly pressing and urgent
so full of self importance

sometimes
in rare moments of silence
when the whole world seems asleep
without warning time stops and hovers

i get a glimpse of what could be
the thread...

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Silent is the echo as pride shouts
   selfishness causing pouts...
      self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts 
         self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
         ...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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"Artificial Iris"


Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar, 
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school 
were aptly ignored - 

however, 
our Overlords were seen 
not to be feared, but très cool

sleep no longer...

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Please don't condemn me
For whom or how I pray
I sadly pray for the souls of all others
That I come across every day

I pray wholeheartedly with the feelings,
That are felt from within my heart
Also for those who think of themselves above me
As they arrogantly rip my...

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I saw a note pinned up today
that sheepdog trials are underway
I thought, at last, there's justice for the flock
I imagined my fine elocution
as witness for the prosecution
denouncing deeds by doggies in the dock.

Two-leggies might not have the smarts
to see through arcane canine arts
and arrogantly think...

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There is an old saying....
keep your friends near, but keep your enemies even closer...

This is a poem about a very smart Chick...
Who was very resourceful and very slick...
Rumor had it there was a Wolf, and he had a way...
Of taking advantage of everyone on any...

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How has it dawn on us so soon when we hadn’t even achieved much?
Why has the marketplace ceased to buy and sell so scanty the streets wither away
The clouds becomes more darkened as smokes ascend randomly our fields are on fire
We can feel the rain...

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As a child and a teenager I used to attend a mission-hall, 
Which had an outreach to the homeless of Edinburgh; 
And every three weeks until I was about seven,
They would give the last call so that god could your soul deliver. 

They said at...

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