Best Self Interest Poems
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
Come close, come closer ...
let me bend your ear, my estranged countrymen
It don’t matter to me
if you’re a Democrat or a Republican
Your political persuasion
is of no concern of mine
Me be a global citizen,
parochial politics, I’m not so inclined
National jingoes
don’t make me do patriotic monkey shines
Us free thinkers,
we got an elevated state of mind
Listen here citizen Democrat,
don’t be no left-wing party socialist cheese eating rat
Listen up citizen Republican,
don’t be no right-wing party capitalist mice eating cat
It don’t matter to me
what your politics be
It don’t matter to me
if you’re a Republican or Democrat
Independently speaking,
neither party got any good stats
So vote however you please,
it simply don’t matter to me
I’m a global citizen,
don’t have no national self-interest
What’s good for humanity is what I want best
Are you listening citizen Democrat,
are you hearing me citizen Republican?
If America is one body,
how is it that the left and right hand ain’t shaking?
They both don’t do enough compromise,
they both love to spew party propaganda lies
History just repeating itself,
another divided house destined to die
Fighting against each other
Civil War
Brother pitted against brother
Rich against poor
Democracy now seeking cover,
done voted themselves a dictator lover
But none of that matters to me ...
I ain’t no Democrat or Republican
No, my friends,
I’m a practicing voter vegan
Don’t have no red meat party allegiance,
got no partisan politics infecting me
I’m a global citizen, 100 percent absolutely
So whatever your politics be,
it don’t matter to me ...
I’m above the fray,
I’m free thinker range-free
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
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You never hear a person say:
“True fascism has never been tried!”
But when it comes to Socialists
you hear that nonsense all the time.
From Venezuela to Russia,
from China to Europe’s east,
I see the death and must conclude
they are just as bad as Nazis.
From slave camps of Stalin’s regime,
skeletons of the Holodomor,
China’s ‘social credit’ evils,
the murderous Great Leap ‘Forward,’
Khmer Rouge killing those who think,
and Rocket Man letting them stave,
to Cuba with its boat people,
so desperate they would swim through sharks!
And still people cling to this crap,
claim that they would get it right,
amazing how ideology
can make fools of even the bright.
When something’s tried time-after-time
and always brings the same result,
To claims it just needs ‘one more chance’
is to play with a deck not full.
The very basics of the theory
are built on a foundation of rot,
you must make work profitable
Otherwise folks quit and walk off.
Appeal to the good of society,
they’ll work a weekend, then they’re done,
put a gun up to their heads
and they’ll give you the bare minimum.
It has to be worth their while,
give them the power to buy and sell,
try to take self-interest away
and society goes all to hell.
Socialists claim they’ll build a ‘new man’
who’ll work without caring for pay,
but thousands of year show profit’s point,
that there is no other way!
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The barren feed the barren
and empty hearts alike in manner seek
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep
within the marrow of the meek.
They blame the cheerful and cast
them far beyond the realm of consciousness,
while targeting the joyful with sorrows
that would spoil true happiness.
Strength will master self-contempt,
reduce to ash the all-consuming flame
of ruinous self-interest and sow
the seeds of gladness once again.
My Plea
This my plea O world
That drags the dream of peace
Through the mud of wickedness
Rise
From the egotistic slime to wash away
Self-centered muck
Loosen
Your profane feet of clay
From self-absorbed quick sand
Break through
The entitled self-interest of the arrhythmic heart
To the steady beat of the heart of all hearts
Release
Sludge filled veins of self-importance
To freely flow with innocence’s compassion
Lift up
The hands smothered by erupting ashes
Of the shameless vicious with sympathy
Immerse
Self-seeking vanity of the starving soul
Into the Samaritan’s fountain
Transform
The narcissistic selfie flower
With unfettered grace
This my plea for peace, O world
Sing the dream of dreams vision
Pray the prayer of prayers hope
Speak the speech of harmony
Live the life of peace.
3-29-22
Contest: Your Peace Message to the World
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
When all squabbles and wars shall cease
As for the complete world, we will create peace
Individuals ought to be more socially adept,
not scolding one another for being incorrect.
Contemplation involves ample guidance,
and eradicates our pretentious contrivance
We might also switch the soul's floodgate
Recognizing that we harvest what we create.
War arises as a struggle for power and land
People at times just need a helping hand
Avoid self-interest and under-mount sinks,
And pleading for humanity to peace winks.
Kindred children are resilient and vitreous
Loss of candor led them to become igneous
We might limit our focus to pursuing peace,
Our voice ought to reflect love, not decease.
My spiritual self serves as my divine guide,
Seeking understanding is a process inside
I buried my treasured self hidden within,
where it will be safe against earthly sin.
I place my trust and faith in the Lord above,
Who has convinced me of the eternity of love?
and perseverance that leaves doubts behind,
I aim to induce peace by myself, but inside.
We should all aspire to coexist in peace,
People suffer when there is such a decrease
because it is profoundly ingrained inside,
With our peace, we are inextricably tied.
Written: January 29, 2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
If we all tried our best,
To do everything we can
To make the world a better place
And to embrace our fellow man
Our skins may be of a different colour.
Our brains form the same.
We are all human beings,
With different cultures and names.
We should celebrate the differences,
That adds interest and intrigue
To a life that would be mundane
Full of self-interest and greed
How would we survive,
If we were all the same?
Our education would be limited,
And some would go insane
Because of intermarrying
One of your kith and kin
What a state of affairs
It would put the world in.
Whatever race we are
Be it black, white, red, or yellow
Our inner core is the same
Born a girl or fellow
War makes unrest
It never makes peace,
If this were so
Wars would cease,
Individual inner peace
The peace that calms the soul,
War solves nothing
It takes its toll
In every facet of life
Causing bloodshed and strife
So before we crumble and fall
Individuals, one and all
Give your best
And The Almighty will do the rest.
It feels like the best day,
When our hearts spend the moments,
Sharing smiles and kisses, a warmth,
Beyond what thoughts have promised.
It feels like the best night,
When our souls spend the evenings,
Sharing hugs and hopes, affection,
Breathless moonlight joys.
It feels like the best relationship,
When the two of us meet, our feelings…
Soundless as the wind, calming,
Like the soothing of a spiritual healing.
It feels like the wonderful,
Brought to life in hearts who believe,
Life is meant to be shared, to be united,
By love that never seems to stop giving.
It feels like the blessing from God,
When we reach beyond our self-interest,
Discovering the music of two hearts, two souls,
Aching to be a part of one hope, one dream, one love.
It feels like the kind of love I want,
When I think of the way that it is between us,
When we come together, joined by this light,
That keeps our hearts beholding love’s reflection.
It feels more beautiful than I can hope to explain,
This miracle of a love that is filled with gentling,
Love that reminds me – my heart has found its peace,
Love that restores me – so that I’m complete!
Clarity. All great thinkers lack it. Self interest is the only means necessary to conquer your one and only kingdom; - The kingdom of self interest.
I am a selfish person.
I do not like that trait in myself,
But I know it is there,
Lying dormant until such a time,
As I may be refused something
My heart may desire.
I cannot correct it, not entirely.
I cannot banish it to some shelf hidden away
From which it cannot creep forward, again
When my wants are not fulfilled.
I can only chastise myself
For my feelings of self-interest,
While I force myself
To feel,
To say,
To do
What I know in my heart
Is the right and honorable thing.
I tell my ego:
“Be silent. Be still. I will not hear you.”
But those whispers of Want
Never fully take leave
Always leaving behind their
Traces of resentment and hurt.
I have learned…
Only time heals the
wounds of my will
And the knowledge that God
Steers my heart in the proper direction.
The times have fallen hard now, to scenes played on 'unmade' roads
Without my volition, and despite intentions, goals;
Indifference took precedence; a lust of life was part,
The key to understanding then, as now,Was placed a piece apart;
Carousing life held quietude.?
Whilst roles to play stood by, as unready future partner,
For when times would come rushing, all arrived..!
I've striven with understanding, and carried in part its lode,
Found 'light years' were really heavy... .’
Did some things that I was shown.
Now still I face an uncertain future, as a world in conflict roils,
Self-interest & self-importance, still… the poison in its ‘coils.’
I have observed full many persons from cooks, to magistrates...
Who have introduced first their credentials,
The institutions they'd attended, then put on the desk their brass name plate.
No, the magistrates, not the cooks..!
I’ve seen it happen thus, and I see it with world leaders, and the media making fuss..!
The Olympic Torch was taken to heaven; yes they showed it on TV..'
I wondered at the gestures value, for Gods sun gives all the light we need?
Still I 'spose he must have seen it, and all the 'special peoples' smiles,
WOW look at what mankind’s achieved yet still raw conflict boils..!
Perhaps a little more understanding..? And a lot more less of 'ME'
Coupled with acceptance of human mortality, and His death upon the tree..!
©Joe Maverick 30-11-2013
THE STATE OF OSTRACISM
Excommunicated by popular vote, I became isolated in a world chosen from birth.
Priests came to convert us, but we were practicing the Baptist faith.
Through mediums, they would include themselves.
They desire for power was great.
Ostracized, my mother stories told about not being liked by others.
We were atypical to her as mixed and mutated blood from the bands of a country formed by origin, immigration, and enslavement.
As time went on, my mother focus change to a more distinct way.
A way of life was seen that was the way of a nation conceived.
The new deal was for welfare states.
The entity that administer the benefits.
The races stated to be the demographics were Black, Brown, Mixed, and White trash that flattered the rich self-interest.
What blarneyed was a poverty index.
White trash became low income to middle class.
Socio-economics manifested.
A state of ostracism is thematic test.
Family not liked, I was given poetry.
My mother stated this to me.
She said snubbed those that are not right with your pen.
Next, embrace who is worthy with profound philosophy.
See and hear the cold-shouldered that wants you to be nobody.
Speak not but write prolifically.
Topically, I relate as writer and creator of the spoken word.
Via vision and a mission stated, I am an author of poetry.
To initiate hope, I speak about my belief in God.
I am the thoughts that possess and a method that uses the vocabulary.
The words are there to line the attack...
Yet, they are also there to move mountains.
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Written August 28, 2016!
In this new world, the reality of insanity
Elicits frail morality, losing deep values
To cuthroat urbanity. We thirst for quick fixes
And dismiss gentle formality although life
Grants humanity its spirit’s wholeness—
How can greed and power allow us to ignore
Kindness, simple vitality borne from Hope,
Our birthright amid mundanity? Is man’s dream
Caged in temporal inanity where success
Is appraised by materialism or arrogant fame?
Such brutality! We forget the path of compassion
As time forges on in despotic volcanity, while
Children grow imbibing a mentality that existence
Lies in crude profanity based on self-interest…
Where is love in this equation?A doomed fatality
Of modern times , perhaps. I wonder.
Contest: Word Challenge for Silent One
1/27/2017
Born in a world of sin
A world filled with evil from the very beginning,
Greediness and selfishness,
With the existence of poverty, unemployment, crime and disease
Caused by our own human nature,
An inevitable cycle that continues from the past to the present future
Due to the prevalence of social class segregation,
Whereby the lower, middle and upper class fights for social status elevation
In order to achieve upward social mobility,
These social classes will fight in pain and hostility,
An ideology of who is best suited to reach the top
With one class that is, (proletariat) continued to be oppress,
While the bourgeoisie continues to be the dominant class to reap success,
A society filled with greed and self-interest
Every person wants that recognition,
They will always battle each other to reject sorrow and oppression,
That’s the reason why the world will always remain in war, famine and terror
Due to human beings error,
A world divided in segments of continent,
With different nation or countries having differentiated political style of government,
As well as structure, numerous types of culture and upcoming new subculture,
With every one wanting that one thing riches, prestige and fame,
A reward which symbolizes their name.
Demeter Edwards