Best Conceited Poems

arrogant and proud
nothing ruffles his feathers
train of eyes watching

*The peacock’s tail is known as a train


Jan Allison
8th April 2015...

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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...

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I look in your eyes 
what do I see
A shell of myself
who I used to be
   A minuscule fragment 
of who I was...

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Senseless

What is it inside the heart of man
That cannot appreciate another’s suffering
Were we born with this senseless implacability

Is it from life itself we grow these...

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Standing in a foreign nation, fragrance from a fresh cremation
Lost and long forgotten by the beasts that roamed my home
Nights are dark and gloomy but...

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You say, my hair is too kinky and my nose is too broad
But I see perfection it’s your vision that’s flawed

Complexion of mahogany , defined...

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Britain's Prime Minister, with charm and appeal
   Visited Trump to work out a deal
 But in a gesture unplanned
   Trump held...

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again we found the illness 
through the man that his faith is to be condemn 
they feel beyond the honesty in every little piece of...

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Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble.
Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy.

My pen’s prophetic,
authentic,
inadequate.

Hazel eyes that ponder divinity:
See the world.
See God through the world.
See the people.
Empathize with...

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I wish not to see such disgrace,
As that which humankind has conjured
Greed envelopes all into stout fingers
Lust embraces passionate youth
Envy breathes in the minds of...

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The Most High way, Abba Father,
your hands are full, always a-bless,
never ending- your palms of grace.
You are love…ing in a pow-er-ful way!

Hallelujahs forever born.
The light...

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For many decades now
We- your unfeeling and spoiled children- dear mother earth,
Have been mistreating you
Each second
Each minute
Each hour
Each day
Each month and 
Each year 
Causing you...

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'twas  the night before any Christmas...

And all over our any town,
Lonely seniors tried so hard to forget,
What life was like in a land long ago.
When...

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“In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped...

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There are no sons of Eden
only descendants of The Fruit.
They do their best with what they can
as Able still lies blue.
Long cast out of Paradise
they...

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