Best Selfishness Poems
It is not all about us
It is all about me.
My feelings, my hopes, my dreams.
Get out of my thoughts; you take too much time
You are begging for attention
Annoying me
So I run toward the hills
To be alone, with my best friend, me.
Your ads come on TV
Begging for this and that.
Begging to live. Always begging.
You are an irritant. I flip off the TV
If I cannot see you, you become unreal
Everyone is unreal now as I hoard and sit
By myself with a boat-load of toilet paper
Not caring in the least about you or your needs
I am not totally happy with myself
But at least we agree among ourselves
Most of the time and this is more than enough
Keep your poverty and your illnesses to yourself
I will not open the door
I will not open my heart.
It is all about me.
Saving and preserving myself. Get it?
No goods today
No table spare
Contraction themed
Hole round, not square
Diversion signs
A blocked traverse
A clear sans passage
A please reverse
The flower that
Just won't unfurl
The shell that clamps
Around a pearl
No open heart
No mind that's free
A fist so tight
It's plain to see
We have too much
It may be truth
A shriveled soul
Makes man uncouth
So open, please
Relieve more strife
Hold less, share more
Extend your life
A gesture, simple
Not so grand
Some folks just need
That un-closed hand
So faithful whistle
Cheery song
My gosh, the world needs
Hope this strong
In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
In your parched desert land
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living
In your parched desert land
Your manufactured death valley
Kind response was so important
Yet your manner was discordant
Isolation’s blind alley
In your parched desert land
When they take the final tally
You’ll surrender the fight
Find exquisite delight
In your brokered finale
March 9, 2020
F F I series FINALE
Brian Strand, sponsor
On Making a Difference
It does not matter how much money I have.
Nor how many medals or trophies I own.
Making a difference in the lives of others is
the way to live, I was shown.
Living as if I were the Hope Diamond under
glass, is no way for me to live, alas!
No need for hundreds to stare at me in stupefied awe!
Getting and not giving is the biggest booby prize of all.
Counting my medals and jewelsas if I were Queen of
the May,
Tells the biggest story of all...a big ego at play.
Winner take all is the opposite of giving.
Demanding people kiss our feet, is the saddest and
emptiest way of living.
August 19, 2019
Migrants are here.
Festival of selfishness.
Only few host them.
Excuses all good
To avoid that this people
Endangers our wealth.
My ego is never enlightened to my own selfishness
I think that is a sense of meaninglessness
Now days to help someone it is very imperative,
That for God I use my talents to be creative
To bring peace I want to sing this song, spreading joy so sing along
I want to dance to give homeless children a chance
To spread the gospel I want to preach, I’m God’s disciple; lost souls I want to save and reach
I love to write to motivate and inspire, to help spark your spirit inside on fire
In this violent and cruel world we shall overcome
With the help of others this too shall be done
I will walk the path of my choosing, and if any other (soul) shall join me
I will share my allotted portion of love that this universe has granted me, but Jesus made me free
The filth and hate in our hearts is constantly tearing us apart;
Our selfishness and pettiness has made us blind
Have we all lost our minds?
Sometimes our own corruption is our own understanding
In our lives when we are feeling pain that is more then we can bear, I thank God for keep me standing
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world, is and remains immortal.”
Albert Pine
Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine
my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign
nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame
my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame
These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel
maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal
regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true
I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do
Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek
finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak
help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust
refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must
My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away
how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay
you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down
trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown
All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see
there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be
this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain
manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain
living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line
confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine
rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do
but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu
Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great
Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate
"you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes
relate
so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await
pointlessness of the same lies
taught from you to me
only im the victom
of when will you wash your hands clean
what are you doing in my life anyway?
howdo i surround myself in your will to do good when its not there?
a pointless nightmare i live when you consider
How faithfully I gave you priority
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.
How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone,
As I looked at you;
Bowed - with glittering eyes.
How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held
I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human',
But around it I inhaled its majestic air
Oh How I did my best to serve you;
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you
But did not serve you well.
Self serving was my great expense;
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught.
Joy in sorrow
Laughter in pain
No expectation of giving
But all of receiving.
Hands wide open.
Greed in his eyes
Only receiving fine things,
rejecting the old.
But how could you,
through moral laws,
reject a gift
when it's been given?
Not all hearts are black,
some are still red,
but all have
the stain of selfishness.
when selfishness enters love begins to quit its home gradually
Every Person ever born
will go through the worst moment of their life,
the moment death or tragedy strikes
and though not all alike all will suffer alike
In those worst moments
all are saved by the people around them
the comfort and support they bring
The worst thing possible is
you find you have no people around you,
you have no people who care or love you
you have no human comfort thrown to you
The worst thing in life is
selfishness
but also dangerous is
selflessness
we all need to put ourselves first
but not as a selfish person
alone by yourself hurts worse
without a selfless person
you're not really living if you're alone
No matter, what I have and I get,
No matter, whatever I achieve.
If success goes to my head,
And it provokes hate and regrets!
I am not free to be me,
Greed remains my impish glee!
If I am biased, I know it,
And find it logical for my benefit.
If I am not upright,
And have no conscience to confide.
I am not free to be me,
Just a dead soul’s shameless spree!
If I learn to quit,
And it becomes my habit.
If I point out your flaws,
And for myself, I forget all the laws.
I am not free to be me,
Vampire in me, becomes the signatory!
Life is a battle,
And if I don’t play a fair game.
If fear limits me and my creativity,
And this doesn’t set my spirit aflame.
I am not free to be me.
Timidity becomes the referee!
If I trifle with the emotions of those who love me,
And those who blindly trust me.
Hey! I am still not free!
I am selfish, yet I set a plea!
For me, freedom is “free to be me.”
And I shall be free when I conquest myself.
That’s the only key!
Yes! You do agree!
30/03/2019
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The road of self-interest that politicians follow, leads the country and its people to their doom!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
19 May 2016
SELFISHNESS CORRODES LOVE
Selfishness corrodes love
Than any other does.
Since love is a responsibility
And not only
A whim in one’s heart.
In love, give!
Love long for
A favorable environment.
If you won’t nourish it better,
Slowly
It find its way out
Without any of you two
Come to know.
Simple like a bee
Seeking a new hive
For the whole swarm.
Once love gets a new home,
It cuts off abruptly
Like an electric current.
This is the worst attribute of it.
It never say bye,
But it has gone
Leaving you two
Failing to understand each other
Completely.
Once love gets a new home
The old couple
Play comedy.
They become good actors
Displaying falsehood
Of their inner heart.
A smile becomes a mock,
A kiss becomes a spit,
But eyes are benevolent:
They start
Evading one’s eyes.
If you happen to see
The last sign,
Love has corroded
Love is giving:
And competing in giving.
Struggle to give more
Than you receive from partner.
Struggle to thwart a partner
And dwarf her far behind.
Struggle to be a head of him
By giving him madly.
Give anything in your mind:
Give your enough time,
Give your good stories,
Give your real touches ,
Give your advice
Give your body.
Compete to be superb
When it comes to giving.
Remember,
Selfishness corrodes love!