Best Self Important Poems

have you not heard me?

borne upon the air at dusk, dancing ... I have whispered you in a million voices
    still, you descry not my utterance? Listen, yet, for all is precious ...
        in the...

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And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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All Stand

Here comes the President, of Our land, Our Nation. 
He is tall and smart, and speaks from the heart. 
Not always nicely. 
Not everyone hears him, some wish he would be quiet. 
Not everyone likes him, some wish he would resign. 

I don’t care....

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Don't by me designer clothes, don't give me precious stones, don't need none of that. Take me for a walk on the beach by the cove. I want to feel the rocks beneath my toes.

Don't want to live in a mansion where fake people dwell....

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The time has come your passing has happened 
Your desire to live was never dampened 
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I screamed yes, but the haggis of your heart said no 

The split of our nation represents the split in my...

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FRUITY      VOICE


Her voice reminds me of laughter barely suppressed
An energetic spirit tugging constantly at  the rope
A caterpillar turning to butterfly at any moment
Her  voice sounds like lifegiving fruit

Not serious, self-important fruit like geometrically precise pineapples
Or pompous, overfed watermelons
Too...

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Enjoying a placid lake, so quiet
Fox trotting, sniffing the ground-
   Then a loud, shrill scream of a
spoiled child.

Serene path, I walk as the guest of light breeze,
hand in hand strolling with my love
   Then clouds burst into a sprawling
northern freeze.

Dirty snow,...

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It’s a masquerade
A chaotic, hopeless mass
Imprisoned by choice
Waiting on a plane
Some are there on business
Others vacations
Some to bury the dead
But everyone is important
And everyone is someone
First class, business class, no class
We are all self-important
And thus meaningful
We need this validation
Otherwise we are just people
Like everyone else
But...

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Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.

Plotting the precise angle with penetrating gaze,
the slant of slice, just so nice, as memory replays.

With curt tongue and tireless ire, I shred the sages
Burroughs,...

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Across the cracked concrete slabs,
past a fallen dogwoods left lying like so much litter;
at the red brick base of the courthouse, the jurors strode.

Through the doors too heavy for a mere woman to open unassisted;
and their constant societal reminder of place, of strength and weakness;
doors...

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With a mag called POETRY, I spent time
Hoping to find verses sublime and sage
And for all I read, not two words that rhymed
Just chopped up prose splayed all over the page.

This left me just a little bit perplexed
So I decided to investigate
What I did find...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
   who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation 
  ...

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American Pies and Porkies

I’m not American though I spent a year in California the land of beaches Hollywood 
‘flower power’ ‘Big Sur’ with dopey dreams and have walked ‘bear’-foot in Yosemite
thus I followed the elections with a sense of comical joy and madness’ sadness hoping
someone...

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Where Is?


I read in poems and stories 
Where is bliss
Answer found in school class and in friends
Requires to speak with 

A maturity of belief 
And a source of love to each
Dramatically I rode towards age shadowing each

Incarnation of value to all
Never found jutted
In rich culture...

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We (me and the missus)
live in a decent
accommodations low income
quite modest rent,
which facility lacks no shortage
of gossip mongers

with mail delivery the major event
many old people smelling of unguent
faux superman thumping chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as former

triple secret double...

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