Best Self Seeking Poems
The warrior lays her weary head,
With heavy heart she cannot bear,
Burning tears stream down her face,
As whispered memories touch the ear.
Her armour tarnished by remorse,
Her battle-cry a wimpered row,
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude,
Will never know forgiveness now.
The song began two score ago,
When two came knocking at her door,
In need of refuge from the world,
Of that, and love, and little more.
Forced to fight for every smile,
Her only solace found in song,
She longed for love to rescue her,
And plant her where she could belong.
Jealous tongues are seldom kind,
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love,
The caged canary only sings,
When coaxed to praise from up above.
For the steely spine that now I own,
Forever shall I grateful be,
A gift from her, and from her own.
Courage mounted inwardly.
I'll not forget how I have loved thee,
And youthful memories I will prize,
Til on the shore of His forgiveness,
Whereto now, we both shall rise.
Behind the Veil of Friendship
Your friend, walks very slowly behind you.
Seeing the harm coming your way.
His sword out, he protects you back.
And you know nothing, you are not even
aware of the coming whacks!
You have innocent dreams, that people
really do like you.
He knows far better, how bitterly some do
despise your poetry, too.
While you dream of the goodness of man.
He goes sleepless, in your defense, doing
all that he can.
Nobody will listen to him, in their expensive
pajamas.
But then, they are soulless, possessing
no trained nashama.(soul)
Thank God, for a friend so abundantly blessed.
Who far surpasses any meagre, friendship test!
Both evil and good, exist in man’s veritable soul.
My friend, is one, so courageous, hardly a gross,
self-seeking, popularity mole!
12/5/2021
"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it.
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:
My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses. My temple
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality
on a child-like face.
I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my
strength with no remorse. It's a color of authority and power as stylish and
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.
I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple. I make all my flaws seem accidental.
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental. It only makes
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.
Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a *****, audacious bird.
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.
My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high. Promising me a
productive future and a thrill of a ride. So the next time you happen to stumble
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your
dialect of linguistic strings.
Signs of humility is so very hard to find
so many pump up self think they're swell
but they forget God who constantly looks
for humble hearts, of themselves won't tell
Everywhere there are people caught in pride
Focusing on their own self-seeking desires
Never thinking of the ways to give tender care
Not reflecting on all the things that love requires
Look around everywhere to see signs
most love self, love others to beat
where's humility like Jesus would display?
Be last like Him washing others feet
Signs of pride in the heart is an easy discovery
Most of us seem to know about selfish conceit
We look around and see hearts living in defeat
Because they most often try hardest to compete
October 24, 2019
Introduction by collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
"And now abideth faith, hope and charity,
these three; but the greatest of these is charity."
The Bible, 1 Corinthians 13.13
Charity is called agape which means love,
with this in our soul we will live a good life;
our true essence 'till we dwell with God.
Without faith we are lost in a sea of nothing,
and faith without love is cold of emotion;
we must believe and not question our destiny.
Without hope we cannot move forward,
and competition is good and never is it boastful;
for love and charity is always our center.
With these three magic words entwined in our souls,
we can and will accomplish all we wish and more;
and will touch the hearts of all we meet in life.
Remind yourself to have patience, and kindness,
never envy, never be boastful, rude, self- seeking;
do not be easy to anger, and always forgive.
Never seek revenge, or hold a record of wrongs,
do not delight in evil plans but rejoice in the truth;
that love is the way- the answer to live a good life.
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October 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Faith, Hope, and Charity
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-244-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ist Corinthians 13:13
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
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
Collaboration by Gordon McConnell and Regina Riddle
Signs of humility is so very hard to find
so many pump up self think they're swell
but they forget God who constantly looks
for humble hearts, of themselves won't tell
Everywhere there are people caught in pride
Focusing on their own self-seeking desires
Never thinking of the ways to give tender care
Not reflecting on all the things that love requires
Look around everywhere to see signs
most love self, love others to beat
where's humility like Jesus would display?
Be last like Him washing others feet
Signs of pride in the heart is an easy discovery
Most of us seem to know about selfish conceit
We look around and see hearts living in defeat
Because they most often try hardest to compete
At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries,
Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light,
Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth.
Thirsty souls gaze towards the sky, begging for drops of eternity,
On the edges of doubts, gardens grow - guardians of lost meanings,
A journey to the core, where shadows are fragments of incomplete answers.
There are valleys where echoes intertwine with the whispers of ancestors,
Under the vault, a chorus rises, a melody of boundless quests,
A sacred song - only the heart carries in prayer, spread by the birds of silence in their flight.
In the inner temple, at the unseen altar, unspoken hopes burn,
In jewels of darkness, the brightest flames take shape,
And each falling star is a devotion, a metaphor of the hidden, ignited dream.
The mysteries of underground rivers embroider a river of consciousness in the depths,
Sketching in sacred caves icons of thought, the holy mirage of wisdom,
And each rock from which water bursts forth is an altar, a gateway to infinity.
The seeds of reality get lost in the sands of time, on the path of initiation,
A carousel of meanings spinning among the stars, in a dance of wordless songs,
And when night shares with day the cosmic secret of passage,
Mystical auroras reveal that the true journey is not towards the peak,
But in the spiral of inner ascent, the mystical ascension of being.
At this altar, the unknown reveals itself to you, and finally,
You remain with your name carried on the lips of the wind,
In the siren's song of the infinite, weaving a mystical refrain,
Though its sparkle is hidden from worldly eyes,
What grows in every soul is a never-ending story,
Narrated in the silent language of the heart - this is the hymn of those who journey within.
So long, so very long, since the coal has burst to flame;
I have trained with restraint the green eyed monster cursed to flame.
For love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy ...
I would not have my love for you eternally accursed to flame.
I lost you, yes I lost you, and I often wonder if ...
jealousy displayed by me, betrayed me, was coerced to flame.
As your eyes left mine, as your soul sought hers; I burned.
Yet, love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth; it bursts to flame.
In love, for love, I banked my jealous flame in eternal ice
for love's not proud, not rude, it's not self-seeking, so I put my worst to flame.
My memories of you, a gift freely given, and so released
for I hope, and trust, we'll be blessed and love will not release the curse to flame.
Corinthians 13:4-8
Sunlight beams on streets so mean..' As Love reaches out.'
A lonely widow toils unending, till day it fades then shares a morsel with her pet..'
Love aspires... a lust rages, and goals are pursued.' As Love reaches out.'
A man beats his family unmercifully..' A sweet rain falls, and tears flow..
Mists shroud the land, a baker makes dough fires an oven as Love reaches out.'
People plan wars, lies are circulated money is apportioned, deaths are reported..'
Storms batter, economy's teeter politicians smile sweeter. as Love reaches out..'
Women cheat on their partners, inflation is raging..' As Love reaches out..'
Love is patient, Love is kind, it does not envy it does not boast, it is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs' Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth, it always protects always trusts, always hopes always perseveres..'
All children, all people..' require true 'Love' in order to grow as individuals to attain
their best potential, why is it the world is a consumerist, indifferent model at best
and at worst a short selling warring divisive entity, and yet we have highly educated people running things, purportedly for the benefit of all, what's missing here.?
Is it the innocence of true Love..?
Green fingers
Morning light crept it's long laughing fingers
Around the edge of heavy dark curtains,
And cocooned, my chakra of pain lingers,
Not willing to welcome more of her sermons.
Pain, violently sweeps my darkened room,
Fingers scratching shards of glass, laughing,
And cocooned, my eyes tightly shut, I moan.
In this crowd of sorrows, I hear only her nagging.
Fingers, tear my hair, combed with heartless banter,
Her laughing words remain starkly imprinted,
And cocooned, tears flowing in vain, faster
Through sunken tired eyes, spiraling downward.
Withdrawn, into my inner self, seeking
Peace from those laughing fingers, weeping.
This whimsical notion he's not in the wrong,
He uses pity to manipulate and control all along,
Once he plays on your heart strings, he draws you in,
And if things don't go his way your at fault for his sins,
Apologetic, yet right after, he must throw back in your face,
All of your problems, all your mistakes,
All of your reactions to his ignorance and meaness,
His control happy ways while lying to himself in the process,
So glued to his ego, his own lies become truth,
This man is far from humble and completely self consumed,
When he says I love you, it will go unheard,
Because his character speaks louder than anything of his words,
All he knows is manipulation, and yet blames it on his x,
When he is the one who created his own mess,
His self seeking behavior, poor me, Pity me,
His pride eventually kills any love that could be.
Bye Felicia!!!!!!! ..
True fervor is persistent in its daily care
Breeding seeds of joy from evening to dawn;
That when trials rage, life finds grace
Embracing ebon nights... all else is forgiven.
For love is Aurora bright, eternal in its gleaming
Never weary, always unconditional,
And to see God’s face in a partner’s eyes
By accepting the other as divine being
In human form, flawed yet perfect,
As the real source of a life-giving heart
Endows both with time's pleasure...
Along season's thunder and sunlight,
Laughter allows the growth of harmony
For even in spiked conflicts or anger,
Arms meet halfway and follow Light's way
Ever aware now of an endless, mindful oath
borne from a surrender to love, to prevail.
Laura Loo: Free Verse Love Contest
Pre-written, submitted 9/22/2016
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Inspiration from 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
4 Love is patient, love is kind...
5 It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking...
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
It does not ask anything of others.
It doesn’t moan.
It doesn’t complain.
It often goes out of its way to hug others.
Love is never boring.
There is never a dull moment when we are walking in love.
We are carried on the wings of angels who are sent from above.
Love is never self-seeking.
It thinks of others before it thinks of itself.
It has no time for a pity party.
It only wallows in happiness!
Love is eternal.
Love is patient.
Love has all sorts of lifetime benefits.
I wear a rose of love on my lapel today.
I share its scent with all who are near me.
Amen.
Based on I Corinthians chapter 13.
dramatic verse
LORD, your mission I long to fulfill.
I know at times I hinder Your grace.
BELIEVE, You plead. -- I believe until
HELP is put on hold and doubts displace
THOU, God, the one Master of my will
MY deepest need is strength to erase
UNBELIEF -- to wait patiently still.
I need you Savior, LORD, my Surety,
counting it joy when I profess You are mine.
So when I fail to BELIEVE deplorably,
questioning your HELP, asking for signs,
O how very great THOU art, I sing to thee.
In your presence, MY faith I refine
and break off UNBELIEF, infidelity.
Jesus Christ, my unchanging LORD
totally pardons me I know. Once I
made my original choice to BELIEVE,
He’s always been nearby to HELP.
Reprove me, O Holy Spirit, THOU
can remove what I do not need-- MY
self-seeking pride, alas my UNBELIEF.
written 8/16/2014
inspired by:Mark 9:23-24, (when Christ healed the boy of demonic spirits)
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. 24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.