Best Self Defeating Poems
Planning your demise is like
tip-toeing on a tight rope
realising there's no net
challenging a
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old
self-defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction
till you're finally out of time!
Weighty sins grab me;
Crippling me from what I seek:
Close proximity.
On my own I fail,
without any scrap of worth.
I'm self defeating.
I scream out to you
with rage that strips my voice bare,
hoping that you hear.
There is no reply,
as if you abandoned me
to rot in my state.
Be swift to save me.
Be ready to lift me up.
Be quick to forgive.
I still feel the pain,
and hot anger tow-ard you,
though you are my health.
Replace my raw filth
that devastates every word,
keeping me from you.
Please don't hesitate
by delaying my rescue
because of my pride.
Your grace is life's breath.
Without it I suffocate
with it I'm sustained
Please answer my prayers
and forgive me of my sins.
Have me feel your love.
Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick,
makin’ sure it sticks,
slappin’ it on like lotion.
“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best
even though
it ain’t true?”
back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise
is a blatant way
of cheating.
“do unto others”
but don’t lie,
to boost their ego.
misleading them
to raise their hopes
should clearly be illegal.
no need to read
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs
bare.
skimmin’
skippin’
scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical
warfare.
poets thought to be adored
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn
lit
missile.
feeding on lines
with hidden agendas
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find
copy n’ pasted comments,
your hopes
are sadly floored.
how about
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of
feedin’ folks a line of crap
laced with praise
and “atta-boys!”
...a tribute to Hermann Hesse and his novel 'Narziss Und Goldmund.'
Two friends in early childhood when their lives were worry free,
each pursued his own direction to fulfill his destiny.
One was tempted by the devil to devote his life to greed,
debauchery, dissimulation, he embraced each sinful deed.
He ingratiated himself with the wealthy, bedding courtesans and Queens,
all the while maintaining strict discretion, gaining riches by deception and guile.
From palace to palace he traveled, always escaping detection,
'til he tired of all of the cheating and lies, and spent time in devoted reflection.
Much older now, his skills were not the sharpest,
no longer did he yearn for wealth and fame,
he became disconsolate, and longed for peace and solace,
a return to the village where they called him by his real name.
Meanwhile the other spent his time in isolation,
became a monk and took a vow of silence,
as part of a brotherhood he was content,
rarely, if ever, was he called upon for penance.
He left his cell each afternoon to tend the Bishop's garden,
tilling and weeding the flowers and plants,
in the evening he could be heard singing,
embroidering the hymns with soaring descants.
Asceticism is a doctrine that requires self-denial,
taken in excess it lays a burden on the soul,
a burden which in retrospect is seen as self-defeating,
what steps can be taken to ensure the soul is whole?
The two men reunited in the village where they spent
such happy times in playful animation,
examining their practices they sought an end to their excesses,
too much praying and playing required a strict examination.
In the midst of life's continuum to maintain a happy medium,
play and prayer and work and everything in equal measure,
the Greeks had a phrase for it ~ 'Nothing In Excess,'
a phrase we would all do well to contemplate, and treasure.
I wrote these five rules which grew out of some uncomfortable ‘life experiences’. Because of these rules, I am not a victim.
Rule 1. I will not bow to the mindset that feeds me the idea that I am a victim. My perception must be that of a victor, not a victim. The God in me
Disallows defeatism and victimization.
Rule 2. Although I realize that I cannot go through life unscratched, unhurt, and free of disappointments, I will not allow myself to develop a self defeating ‘me complex’.
Rule 3. If I discover that I am in someone's ‘line of fire’, I will simply distance myself. I will not develop a paranoia that tells me that I am constantly the subject of someone’s target.
Rule 4. The ‘poor me, they did it to me again’ attitude will not get me anywhere. This type of attitude will not achieve anything except a basket case on the strap heaps of defeat.
Rule 5. If I take the proper Biblical steps and keep Christ at the center of my life, it follows that I will not have a ‘victim mentality’.
(Originally, entitled The Victim Rules, written in1993) 09142016PS Contest, Victim Or Victor, Nayda Negron
Our lives are but a breath
so minuscule in the vastness
of time and the cosmos
that insignificance that dresses our life
is barely realized by those
seeking to define what is being self
and the paths of humanities dichotomy
desertion of all worth and depredations unconcealed
to superfluous self exaltation
its a wonder the species
has survived even to this time
a continual examination
of embedded frailties that are self defeating
but in whose apex
will surrender one’s own life
in order to preserve another’s
and not meaning the kind a government demands
also the ability to sleepwalk through life
with so few moments of clarity
that Jesus could pronounce
“Let the dead bury the dead ”
One atom alone contains enough energy
to obliterate a multitude
of cities upon its release
yet our bodies contain billions
of those little energy factories
but the amount of all that energy
in the cosmos is beyond all comprehension
I should be moving at the speed of Light
but I prefer a snails pace
Or how easily our ability to think
submits itself to ideological shackles
imposed by the self appointed masters
of the bastions of a caste system
that plagues every strata and path
and highway threading the lives of “humans”
A species so full of darkness
where the divine spark is nearly dormant
you are what I Am
Go and learn what that means
Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.
Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.
Psalms 39
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
...a tribute to Hermann Hesse and his novel 'Narziss Und Goldmund.'
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Two friends in early childhood when their lives were worry free,
each pursued his own direction to fulfill his destiny.
One was tempted by the devil to devote his life to greed,
debauchery, dissimulation, he embraced each sinful deed.
He ingratiated himself with the wealthy, bedding courtesans and Queens,
all the while maintaining strict discretion, gaining riches by deception and guile.
From palace to palace he traveled, always escaping detection,
'til he tired of all of the cheating and lies, and spent time in devoted reflection.
Much older now, his skills were not the sharpest,
no longer did he yearn for wealth and fame,
he became disconsolate, and longed for peace and solace,
a return to the village where they called him by his real name.
Meanwhile the other spent his time in isolation,
became a monk and took a vow of silence,
as part of a brotherhood he was content,
rarely, if ever, was he called upon for penance.
He left his cell each afternoon to tend the Bishop's garden,
tilling and weeding the flowers and plants,
in the evening he could be heard singing,
embroidering the hymns with soaring descants.
Asceticism is a doctrine that requires self-denial,
taken in excess it lays a burden on the soul,
a burden which in retrospect is seen as self-defeating,
what steps can be taken to ensure the soul is whole?
The two men reunited in the village where they spent
such happy times in playful animation,
examining their practices they sought an end to their excesses,
too much praying and playing required a strict examination.
In the midst of life's continuum to maintain a happy medium,
play and prayer and work and everything in equal measure,
the Greeks had a phrase for it ~ 'Nothing In Excess,'
a lifestyle we would all do well to emulate and treasure.
Copyright © 2016 Keith Bickerstaffe
The scream assaults my ears,
rips open my heart.
I catch Petunia, fat cat hunter,
and snatch the baby bunny
from her mouth.
Strong and determined,
she jumps free,
goes after her prey.
Repeatedly, I force
Petunia's jaws open
to release the terrified bunny.
On the third try, my grip holds.
Baby bunny flees
toward the distant tree line,
tiny legs pumping
like mechanical pistons.
Petunia sulks,
tail switching in anger.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
"He'll come back," hubby says, smiling,
"when he's grown,
and eat your flowers."
Do you think it possible to smash stone cases with a pillow?
You would be wrong because stone vases can be knocked from high places.
It's the same with our facade halls of celebrity and wealth.
Leaders leading death race with ungodly pace behind detached faces.
Do you think it's possible to learn whats not written; deaf, dumb and without vision?
You would be wrong because experience is the stern and the sandman, the precision.
Educate what's must; learn to conform whilst system distrust avow.
Observance not of with what, but action with gut and learning how.
Do you think it's possible for a branch to fall and never hit the ground?
You would be wrong because a thin slice climbs higher from whence it was found.
It's the same as a babe born to the dirt, who's cry is unsatisfied.
We claw for what feeds us and struggle until we've died.
The impossible thing is simply an idea that weakness gave up on.
The burden of guilt every person has shouldered in abject failure.
Impossible is just an idea. A self imposed life story trailer.
Its all a ridiculous circus of self defeating false behaviour.
You can be a pawn or push back and find that you endure.
It's a practice I fear; something I can't get right.
Sometimes I have flow. Sometimes I lay in fear at night.
I started to write with no clear thought in my pen.
I am not sure what I think now or what I mused then.
Maybe, I write as a reminder to myself on a different day.
Convoluted advice for you, a light for my feet when I've lost the way?
.....perhaps.
-Angel Fatale-
I will count no more those wasted tears
as gambled wages spent
for all my days in toiled years
were worthy of every cent
It's sure, not all my dreams came true
and love it came and went
but for all the trials and all the moods
like a staircase it mapped my assent
For in wisdom gained abides these three
reflection, limitation and experience
through alterations I couldn't foresee
they crushed or bred resilience
Reflection remains the wisest call
where limitation magnifies humility
experience is the worst of all
bitterness can be self-defeating hostility
As a child born to a wandering sea
I board the ship of pearl
and bind myself to reflections plea
as ties of error unfurl
Before me now is the cost revealed
wisdom has taught me many a truth
It's sunless crypt has come unsealed
and taken in exchange my youth
Wife Driving Me Crazy
That is exactly what she is doing
More of it appear to be ensuing
Both Hillary clothes and her hair
Should thrown away some where.
What she needs is fresh new start
So President can play the part
And not into a deep well be dug
When her clothes look like a rug.
Needs a change and new direction
To cover up her whole midsection
Clothes style and hair we are meeting
Both of them seem to be self-defeating.
So to appropriate people please forward
So that Hillary supporters can look toward
That up to standards of modernization
She will look like after further examination.
Forward this to appropriate parties and
associates this would apply to,
I have been trying @chriscuomo
and haven't had any look and know
that I can depend upon all of you experts.
Jim Horn
Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that?
I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality!
People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!
I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright!
Touched by you, I am
Eclipsed:
Wanton, we gather superficially at the
Center of warm flesh,
Decoding one another's fractured forms.
I feel, for all purposes, in a
Self-defeating sense, Desire
Of tidal proportions, an Oceanic
Onrush, only to be drowned in.
"Eclipse"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
It sneaks up when you're unprepared
And pulls the rug from under,
Full knowing you would not have dared
To fight to save your thunder.
For, unlike fog, with cat-like feet,
Exhaustion isn't fleeting.
When age and too much action meet,
It could be self-defeating.
A younger soul than I might last
Until that fog has lifted,
But time's been moving much too fast;
The balance might have shifted.
At first we had traumatic stress
just being born
and later shock of near death,
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
lack of health
and unsafe, messy wealth.
Then traumatic cultural stresses
grew up into a global syndrome
of sad neglect
toxic fueling chronic depression,
multicultural repression
caste suppression,
cognitive and affective
double-binding dissonant
multigenerational dissociation.
Then post-traumatic historic stress syndrome
swept up panic attacks,
disabling shell shock,
invasive violent cultural shlock,
long-term victimization locks,
criminalization ad hoc
legislated abominations,
violent domestic and national monoculturing schools
of semi-thought through
flowing pure and healthy imaginations
creeping toward chronic creepy anxiety,
lose/lose de-nihilistic codependency,
mutually assured destruction
in bloodless
micro-annihilating pools.
Now we have pre-traumatic herstoric stress syndrome
for ever more biocultural pathology
in internal
and external climates,
venues,
lyrics and lessons,
narratives of unraveling devolutions
inevitably heavy self-implicating
stiff-necked stubborn scales
In-between disempowering monoculturalism
monopolistic monotheism
ego-privileged anthro-supremacism,
economic ecological lack of co-invested empathy,
And enlightened EarthPatriotic resonance
anxiously anticipating
polycultural revolutions
sustaining robust health care
ecosystemic wealth.
Why does it matter
if we sing or dance or call
"Make American Trauma Again"
pre- and post-suffering
the greatest response of all?
Isn't trauma of unrelenting win/lose competitions,
of StraightWhiteMale aggressive monoculturalism,
mono-egotheism,
monopolistic theology,
a culturally devolving climate trend?
Inside and outside,
before and after traumatic birth
and death of isolated individuals
swimming in a hegemonic
demonizing atmosphere
of win/lose capitalist self-defeating wounds
at risk of overwhelming all empowering lovely acts
and pre-post-enlightened passionate hearts
For resilient
ecotherapeutic stories
of positive
multiculturally cooperative
green peace
health care wealthy resonance.