Best Conceit Poems
The Rooster
He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud,
away from all the bustle of the crowd;
the other roosters in the yard felt cowed,
to him they meekly stepped aside and bowed.
Rhode Island Red to others he was known;
the yard’s top bird, to all he wanted shown.
One day a pullet walking on her own
approached red rooster standing all alone.
“Dear sir you’re quite the standout in this room
all smartly clad and dressed in bright red plume
and standing by yourself may I assume
you’re unattached and lonely, I presume.”
Replied the rooster, “Dear cannot you see,
that others always step aside for me,
and I’m the one, I think you would agree
that any hen I wanted, it would be.”
“Oh, really,” she replied with snarky grin,
“then why I ask your party seems quite thin,
and I’m the only caller who’s within;
perhaps it’s time that you and I begin.”
“My dear young hen you’re simply not my type;
you’re far too ordinary is my gripe,
and I prefer a hen who’s much more ripe
for I must always live up to my hype.”
“I see you standing proudly in your frock,
and I can see you’ve been around the block;
you’re nothing but an old conceited cock,
and you deserve a nagging hen to rock.”
June 27, 2019
Confined within the steep banks of a narrow mind
is a cryptic river where men stumble in and go blind
They construct reinforced dams that hold them back
from accepting the candid truth; white is not black
Like the slow moving current of a trickling stream
their thoughts are clogged and clot like curdled cream
What chance do the recalcitrant ones have to accept
reality if they allow no vision of being circumspect
of taking fault and blame for having a closed mind?
These are the ignorant, the foolish ones aptly defined
as those destined to stagnate until they decompose
It's the subsequent end to the stubborn who oppose
a new premise or concept with which they don't agree
They rot inside prisons of conceit; a human tragedy
What is a dream
if not reality's conceit?
What is reality
if not a shadowy deceit?
The dream circle was unsealed
when we were born
and dream-time filled our lives
from night to early morn.
The circle grew ever wider
in our youthful days of yore
with unbounded dreams of glory
on some far distant shore.
But then the circle tightens
when our days near to a close.
Dreams replace ambitions
as one's mortal body slows.
So our dreams in poems we'll write
hence when we disappear,
we'll leave our mark in some small way
to show that we were here.
And in some far off time we hope
someone will read our verse
and a dream that was a part of us
will shake the universe.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
John Burroughs
bursts of anger once ruined me,
my hopes and dreams, fear and doubt stole,
leaving pain as deep as the sea,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
pride, the pleasure of vain conceit,
ruined the truth that did console,
more smugness than love could defeat,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
ego preyed on my soft yearnings,
dimming the light that made me whole,
masking warmth with lavish earnings,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
tempting me were life’s possessions,
felt like greed had taken control,
selfishness brought bleak impressions,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
still, I had only me to blame,
fighting my pride, knowing my goal,
when I failed, feeling so much shame,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.
Bryant’s Necropolis Conceit
Silent halls of death so cometh
William Cullen Bryant
Thanatopsis supremeus now
A sepulchre awaits us all.
Dour darkness and shroud forever
Thanatopsis-Phantasmus
The spirit world so beckons us
We all shall so wither and fall.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 15, 2015) (Double Dactyl)
hubris,
worst blindness,
adoring own monument,
clay tower upon sand,
conceit.
Lolita’s Conceit
Obsession defined
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
An accursed passion
Love’s true abomination.
Literary allusion
Tintinnabulation
Sounding moral oblivion
God’s sure condemnation.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Sam walks like an ox with his gunny-box,
Naughty children count the holes in his crocs.
Some say there are ten large spots,
Others say they're like gun-shots.
Sam thinks they are praising his oxen-walks.
23 June 2021
If you are someone who WON’T compromise values,
Then tell me my friend how this makes you a saint?
For Bible, the Holy Book, you claim to worship,
Proclaims to the faithful that we all have taint!
Humility, brother love, mark of a Christian,
If you’re sure you’re in the right how is that you?
And different ideas suggest something’s fuzzy,
If you won’t discuss them, you’re no brother too.
Hypocrisy always the mark of the fallen
And judgement temptation of devil himself,
Though sad, disagreement with brother, not world’s end
And compromise good way to move off the shelf.
Could Tea Party leaders be truly satanic?
Self-justification can send you to Hell,
Our take on the Bible can never be Gospel
And questioning God sign you’re faithful as well!
The Bible says faith is the stairway to heaven
But claims you’ve no doubts suggest your faith is dead!
God’s Grace is not earned but the gift of Christ Jesus
Your pride in His gift must not go to your head.
Long Tooth
July 16, 2016
I am a proud girl,
proud of achievements and work,
of family and country.
But, sometimes I lean
to arrogance- to much pride
to accept a helping hand.
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October 28, 2018
Poetry/Choka/Pride
Copyright Protected, ID 1060-031-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A Pinch of Pride
A pinch of pride in the journey of life,
Just like a pinch of salt in a food,
Is an essential ingredient to make
The journey or the food to taste good;
It raises the spirit, sharpens the mind
And leads to the pursuit of one`s goal
With a sensible sense of the sublime.
Yet an excess of pride verges on conceit
Swells the ego and tarries the mind
Just like an excess of salt in a food
Leaves an unsavoury taste behind;
The faltered mind gnaws all humility,
In a human soul and in a lapse of time
Drives him to fall at the altar of vanity.
Let a little pride steer the human tide
As one moves along the journey of life
To reach one`s cherished goal in a stride
And not allow an excess of ego
To whirl the way to shame and damnation
But permit a pinch of pride to goad the path
To one`s destination and salvation.
Written on 12 February 2023
Bible Proverb 16;18 says, “Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.”
Bhagavad Gita Chapter 18, verse 58
Translation by Swami Mukundananda:
“If you always remember Me, by My grace you shall overcome all obstacles and difficulties. But if, due to pride, you do not listen to My advice, you will perish.”
the joy of
the unexpected-
a cryptic
riddle
a surrealist
allusion
naive
yet lucid
with hint
& subtext:
a dreamlike
fallacy
a perfect symbol
in quiet
pathos,
a touching,
vivid
footnote
to my story
I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.
Dawn
How to begin this day?
We all begin it in our own way.
Some frenetic, some memetic.
The worst way is to listen to
news.
So unconcerned about killings
of Christians and Jews.
But dedicated to do anything
for ratings and some shillings.
All in the name of ratings winnings?
Listen to their voices,they think they
are thespians!
Stressing drama and violence.
Never a word about goodness in
this world, it's all been silenced!
Like hungry guppies, we need
that morning dose!
You know exactly what I mean,
That somehow each day is just!
a curse!
Ungrateful beings, we..so
drunk on our own poetry.
Do any of us ask God:
"What do YOU want me to
do today."
No, we do not think of Him.
And scratch our heads..why
is it then...that this world so
full of conceit and sin?
August 15, 2019
In the mighty town of Stern,
Non-cake makers, were thought of
as lowlier than worms?
If a pre-made cake was bought,
Shamed were they and thought of
nothings and naught!
I am no humungus fan of skullduggery.
Nor will baking ever be my ecstasy!!
6-11-2021