Best Self Centred Poems
Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.
The kid came out of nowhere, stared Benedict in the face,
He tried to brake, then swerved, in the wrong place.
The scene was chaos, emergency services scramble into action,
Ambulance officer, Florentine put Benedict’s legs into traction,
loaded him in the ambulance and quickly whisked him from the site.
The bystanders hoped that Benedict would be all white!
Sergeant Skillet arrived on the scene, he was feeling a little queasy.
A witness came forward and told Skillet the truck went over easy.
Skillet gleefully took a statement, finally a case he could crack.
He poached a pen from Constable Quiche, wrote it down on his back.
The clean up took some time, it was a delicate operation.
The fire brigade, were walking on “eggshells”, had been since they left the station.
Scene commander, Dumpty, directed the crew from a nearby wall.
If things went wrong, he knew he’d be the one to take the fall.
A nearby, protest group, trying to shake loose the yoke of oppression,
were called over to help, clean the streets, for these young folk a good lesson.
It’s not all about being self, centred from the cradle to the casket.
And to remember the old adage, Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Categories:
self centred, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)
Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are not poetic
can feel them in a beautiful way.
I'll always hide behind metaphors,
as I'm just a zestful zephyr,
trying to bring calm among
a tempest of mood swings.
When fate floats like charcoal puffs,
a tender touch helps to release
suppressed drops of sorrow
so I ponder, why I remain
emotionally challenged.
Every night the moon glows among the stars,
but is powerless against them burning away.
I find comfort in knowing some transform
into supernovas, just like ink becoming a poem.
We all crave for enough fuel to keep us alive,
but there is always that unfinished thought,
which suffers from a premature end.
When I'm lost in a land of windstorms,
I yearn to have the strength of Zephyrus,
hoping my soft whispers are not
misunderstood among self centred gusts.
I'll always be an atonement of nature,
as everything I long to do is a curse of selflessness.
Sunrise is the most stunning 'hello,'
whilst sunset is the most magnificent 'goodbye.'
But you are never guaranteed daydreams at dawn,
nor clarity of compassion at dusk,
so I'll keep blowing like a gentle breeze,
as no matter in which direction the winds blow,
I'll keep hope in finding a way home.
Categories:
self centred, analogy, loneliness, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
When life parades a fine line
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.
In my dreams
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls,
as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun,
when a jealous mercenary moon manipulates murkiness.
Sometimes,
all I have is my shadow and me,
but it abandons me in times of darkness,
leaving me at the mercy of nature's invisible imitations.
Behind forgotten frozen gates of winter,
static stars have shunned black hearted skies,
refusing to flicker in their metallic beams.
I've become a nemesis
to the empathy of the elements,
personifying mimicking,
miming onyx coated raindrops,
sprinkling dust storms
with freckled shades of crimson.
Destiny drifts in wayward winds
towards contrasting crossroads,
hoping for soothing golden arms of dawn to uncloak
defrosting hearts with rainbow rays of gleaming light.
If the universe reversed its selfless role,
would some still be lost chasing clusters
within silhouettes of a waning crescent,
graphically illustrating illusions whilst crystal gazing?
Beyond where our fingers can sketch reality.
ignorance is consumed in our own
bubbles filled with hollowness,
reluctant to see the weariness
of the grey winged nebula.
Symphony of seasons are temporary like emotions.
Harmony harbours in harvesting heirloom roses,
among gossamer meadows of compassionate butterflies.
Colours of Earth's fabric never falter in a cocoon mind
resembling an eclipse's ebony and ivory tones.
Categories:
self centred, analogy, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Those were my green and salad days,
a time of innocence and play, where
marbles shone like pearls and
every trinket was a treasure.
The world was simple, a canvas of pure joy
school, home, and the familiar corners of my aunt's house
were the boundaries of my kingdom.
I was a prince, carefree and unburdened,
unaware of the complexities that lay beyond.
My father, the silent architect of my happiness,
waged wars against invisible foes,
his struggles hidden behind a veil of stoicism.
I floated through those days,
buoyed by blissful ignorance,
until a stark awakening came.
It was etched into my memory,
a moment as indelible as an inscription on copper
the day he sold his wedding watch to pay for my education.
For the first time,
I felt the sting of tears for another's sacrifice.
It was a profound shift,
a departure from the self-centred orbit of childhood.
Emotions painted the moment in vivid hues,
a portrait of empathy and maturity
emerging from the canvas of my youth.
For a poetry contest, inspired by a memory.
©15/09/2014
Categories:
self centred, for him, memorial day,
Form:
Free verse
Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred wolverine paralysed
Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day
waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye
Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who never complained
Filled his tank, with the world running dry.
Throws off the fatigues now, just too tired to fight,
He will walk to the beat
of another man's drum
sometimes valour's the best part of sin.
With a grin shoves his ring
on the pawnbroker's manicured thumb.
Now this story splits down three parallel lines.
My version, the truth and your lies
You saw him conversing with 12-year-old Jim
in myriad tongues, his back to the wind.
I found him saluting a girl in Key West,
Where admirals croak and malingerers lie.
We both know he broke each old, weary taboo
Well, salmon will leap
when they're straining to die.
Maybe Romeo Jaxx is of much sterner stuff
And never was swayed from some destiny's path.
Straight as a die
but the die is now cast,
the cast are now blind
and the blind are aghast.
Our Romeo sees that there's no one ahead
don't tell him, there's no one behind.
Categories:
self centred, america, journey, lost, military,
Form:
Ballad
Earth element
Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down
Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Water element
Lust and domination
Testosterone oversupply
Insatiable hunger
Danse Macabre
Brutal savagery
Plunder, rape, violence
Sadism at it's peak
I dwelt in the darkness
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Fire element
Head and heart discord
Chaos and uncertainty
Conflict and self-doubt
Desire entwined with fear
Anger and remorse
Striving for balance
I was blown like a leaf
Powerless but in denial
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Air element
A subtler realm
Of vanity and pride
Jealousy and dark envy
I was a black magician
Flickers of recognition
Appeared and disappeared
Whispers of conscience
Were sometimes audible
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Ether element
Art and poetry
Grazing the vibrant void
Flirted with the ethereal
Breath by breath thus
Right brain oriented
Selective empathy surfaced
In but not of the world
I had lost my bearings
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Epilogue
From gross to the subtle
As yet chained to form
The dance of polarities
Clouded heart and mind
Upon reaching exhaustion
There being no option
I plunged into the void
Relinquishing identity
Here within the bardo
Vaporised as a bliss mist
I became love's elixir
As a witness to myself
10-January-2023
Categories:
self centred, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
SONNET FOR LOS CAMPITOS TEAM
Orinoco flow to Andean peaks, the nation
Protests the chaos suffering and pain
Yet once more you young pilgrims made migration
To this distant shore from 'cross the Spanish Main
Not for refuge nor self-centred better life
But to represent beloved land with pride
Led with wisdom toward victory over strife
By a princess of the Nile who was your guide *
So let striving for success that's in your essence
Be revitalised once more for your return
Taking back with you your drive and luminescence
To a country seeking light for which it yearns
Your inspiring dedication may avail a
New resurgence and bring hope to Venezuela
* Her name: Aida
Categories:
self centred, courage, creation,
Form:
Sonnet
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Categories:
self centred, fate, fear, grief, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns:
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role,
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns;
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth,
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed:
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure,
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed;
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task;
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong,
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.
When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain,
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain.
2nd of October 2015
Categories:
self centred, appreciation, forgiveness, friendship, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
Categories:
self centred, animal, environment, perspective, planet,
Form:
Verse
Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter )
What is a man in these modern day attitudes and parlances of our times
harder now, I think to define a man than maybe it was
but then maybe not, considering how much we all have learned
Rather it should be easier for a man to define himself, as a man, in these days, than it
was in the past, but this seems not to be the case.
Ever it seems, men, cling to the ideas of “The Macho Man” ( which if you think about it is
so Gay.. trying to prove to everyone that you are not Gay, by being a “Man”….. how gay is
that ? )
Any “Man” that conforms to a stereotype, or the stereotypically accepted view of what a
man is “Is not” a man
But a mere shadow of one
Who by acceptance has agreed in his own conscience “not” to think past or beyond
a cultural definition of what he is
And therefore has not explored to any depth the idea of maleness and all its qualities of
personality
They have, to say, accepted a definition of themselves which is a blanket and an easy
excuse to explain what they are and how they behave.
I can count the number of men I have met in my life on the fingers of two hands
but I have encountered an innumerable group of brainless masculine gender defined people
in their thousands….
Firstly a man is or has the courage, “not” to define himself by stereotype
he becomes a wolf instead of a sheep and so to some degree an outcast. ( and so many sheep
call themselves wolves that it is laughable considering their obeisance to acceptance )
A man, does not use self-centred egoism as an excuse for truth or a replacement for truth
He will contend with any rationale that challenges his idea or view of his life or world
until it can or has proved itself to be better than his own
In which case it becomes his own rationale.
A man does not, by the use of any force, verbal, physical, emotional or mental, make any
person submit to his will, in order to prove that he is right. ( erroneously or not )
A man will use his physical strength to defend, not attack.
Categories:
self centred, lifelife,
Form:
Free verse
Yummy and gooey
Self-centred choc stuck to teeth.
Sugar high on me
Categories:
self centred, allegory, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
Incredulity
I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry
Life
But it is with a sense of the incredulous
In which I view
Human life
Separated as we are to self indulgence
Family units
Singular identities
Arrogant; self-centred; egoisms
Of division
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
And I have to ask myself
What has “life” been replaced with
Because “life” by this our modern definition of
Is a pitifully poor excuse
And a pathetic attempt
At living
And our banal self-sacrament
To something greater than this
Is a cosmic joke
While the isolation for us all merely deepens
We defend our own
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
These edicts of capitalist religions
Ply us with the answers to nothing
But keep us going
And ever entering the supermarket cathedrals
Of our faith in God and Money
We; the human commune
Are torn apart from fellowship
By the unrequited need to survive
In a world that makes us pay its price
For existence
And all, all are so enamoured of cultural surety
That this could be, the only way to be
That we drown and survive
Between riches and poverty
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
It is a sickened and dire state in which we find ourselves
Yet still clinging desperately
To our only explanation of ourselves
This feeding upon a planets wealth
To support our own twisted vision
Of ourselves
And beneath the black blood of society
The cancer grows
For deep in our hearts each one of us knows
The inalienable right
The potential of every Earth born child
I look on with Incredulity
At the sheer volume of greed and waste
That humanity accepts
As being “normal”
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry
Life
Categories:
self centred, lifesweet, earth, giving, life,
Form:
Free verse
Girl Talking :It was my fault! Well…
Stage Direction: Begins fiddling
Girl Talking: I’m not too sure; I mean I do remember what happened. I have a very big guilty conscience now…I mean I remember that night so well, it can be quite scary. I mean…Well I…Well she…ermmm, I didn’t mean to harm her anyway
Stage Direction: Begins crying
Girl Talking: Why could I be so feeble, so selfish, I put my issues in front, I never usually do…Why couldn’t I listen to Sophie? For once, I mean my burden isn’t that big hers was and I made it worse.
Stage Direction: Stops crying and fiddling begins pacing
Girl Talking: Arghhh, I’m so self-centred, why couldn’t I die? Sophie was perfect in every way, she had the smarts, the looks oh and that smile
Stage Direction: Stops pacing, begins daydreaming
Girl Talking: ahhh, everything was perfect but like usual I ruined it all
Stage Direction: Croaks up and begins crying
Girl Talking: She was, just perfect, I ruined her life, her and everything surrounding her, I stopped her, I strangled her with my evil conniving words. But that call…I mean, I felt nerves & guilt…I contemplated whose fault it actually was, I mean whose fault was it? That call at 2am, my mum telling me those words: “Emily, Sophie’s dead”. I wanted to scream and punch her but at the same time reverse everything I said. I just wanted it to end, my life not hers. I didn’t mean anything I said, she isn’t ugly, she’s beautiful, I just got angry, annoyed like best friends do. Sophie was my best friend, I loved her like a friend, she committed suicide and it was my fault, why?
Stage Direction: Crash to floor crying.
Categories:
self centred, murder, mystery, mum,
Form:
Ghazal
God,
In His infinite wisdom said:*
“Let there be light”
Then
He went on to create this spectacular world
For us to delight!
Man,
In his infinite "stupidity"** retorted:
“ Let there be darkness”
Then
He was set to destroy this marvelous world
With his mind's dim-witted starkness!
Now,
Man has the horrible consequence of his
Abominable crime to face
That no other is than the obliteration of
Self-centred human race!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 December 2015
*Genesis, 1:3
**“Albert Einstein said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”
*** Although I do not post these days I wish to repeat what I have said before for it is important for all of us to ponder, along with the rest of the world. In some cities, as Beijing today, one cannot see more than ten meters because of pollution. I know for I have passed seven months there.
Categories:
self centred, environment, paris, pollution, universe,
Form:
Free verse