Best Self Satisfied Poems

MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing canopy
Each arm like a single tree of temperate terre
Forming structure a living city in the air

Great parasol once shaded tiger...

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courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger 
assistant property agent.

One benefit living social 
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.

After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The...

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Long before dawn
we find
the most incredible
silent energy.
A line of cars
and trailers
packed with
questionable treasures
idle, 
waiting for their
booth assignments.
In the field,
in the light of headlights
hushed merchants
set up their tents
and tables startled
only by an occasional 
tent pole striking
the pavement.
Some, self satisfied,
have been set up for hours,
these are the...

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Google Maps told me today
that my Phoenix to Tucson drive
would last an hour and fifty-seven minutes.
At excactly two-nineteen I would arrive.

But surely it is folly to assume
How could Google get this right?
Even with up to the minute news,
a machine has no foresight.

Plus, Google assumes the...

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I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin's wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.


FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding 
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we do
and do not know
what we are nutritionally together,
sometimes toxically apart,
too...

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Part 2.

Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.

This then the watchman must do:

Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower faces,
These flowers must not die.
--


The conquistador arrived.
He gazed at the...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image we all should know.

A shallow pond residing in the middle...

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You 
will find
 your 
next victim.
You 
will be
 sexually attracted
to her.
At First:
But you 
will soon 
get bored.
Then 
you will play 
the game
of tearing 
her apart.
Because 
you will
 have
Utter Contempt
and 
Pure Hatred
 in your heart.
Then 
you will 
start to
 suggest
that
 she kill 
herself already.
Because 
in your...

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Who are these? 
Pinstripe assassins, 
That stride; self satisfied, 
The world is theirs, 
To do as they wish. 
Sipping coffee, 
From little white cups 
Guardians of the system. 
Soldiers of capital, 
Unreal....

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an attentive passerby can hear the full bloom raucous
gardens have been awakened by the iridescent sun
tulip orchids, with their gray-green leaves of glaucous
heed to chimes of silver and blue bells, rivalry has begun

in full flower, cherry blossoms bask in their self-satisfied beauty
exotic birds of paradise...

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My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!

He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXI

IF you pull a long lagging-behind face
You deserve your copycat status in more than one way
Marco Polo brought back cracker-power not to powder face
Noble Savage Injuns and Indians shuddered and gave way

Now if you pull a long...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite functional purpose, 
Such as that which I'm 
Scrupulously concocting at...

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It existed, backwoods,
Since the peaceful childhood;
Where only tranquility,
Warmth and tenderness 
Bordered our intentness.
However getting into life..
Absorbing experience,	
Getting well-known to what's novel,
Taking hard fortitudes,
Contributing all accessible chances
Attempting for a better eventual,
Leading for a self-satisfied grownup,
Are snatching it from me.
Whatever authorities were,
Hard decisions must be picked up.
Requesting...

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i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre hair remind me of sunshine*you are perfect but its just...

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