Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who was right
Humility is the hardest quality of character to apply
Imagine being honest with a person who constantly lie
Humility can be shown if assisted by the quality of love
You can't have one without the other their hand and glove.
Forgiveness is another sign that displays the quality of humility
To forgive and forget isn't something that's beyond our ability
We're taught by human nature to be on top and be elevated
That if you allow yourself to be humiliated that you'll never make it
Constant competition among the people in the world to be flawless
Pumped up ego, to be conceited, always being presumptuous
We do all of this just to be knocked back down to ground level
Is it really worth it to imitate the characteristics of the devil?
Poetic sensitiveness is the liquor of the drunkard-wise
©Mahtab Bangalee
I often take a shameless selfie
Of myself dining or travelling gleefully
And post it on my Facebook
Or Instagram page immediately
Some people say it's quite conceited
To paste your mug so much
Of displaying your contentment
When in reality your life may be otherwise
So easy on your selfies
It's really not all self-toot
Just a way of keeping in touch
Through modern technology
Reassuring that I live and commute
I am a fancy cat with patterns on my back.
My tail is pretty, I am sharp as a tack.
Better clear away, stand away, Mo and Mack.
Up close you might see my beauty and have a heart attack.
Mo and Mack were not amused in the least.
The conceitedness that comes off of this little beast!
Don’t forget we are your parents, they told fancy cat.
Better speak to us with respect. If not, there’s the mat.
A lamb-like ewe is strutting across the fields-
conceited Irishman is the vibe it yields.
We can help out there, it would be the humanitarian thing to do.
Well, of course you are right but one thing left out of your thoughts have you?
I don’t see what I’ve left out, perhaps you can elaborate?
It’s as clear as the nose on your face, but you still just don’t get it mate!
Get what? Why can’t we help these poor foreigners in their plight of need? What is there that stops us, some conceited superiority?
Mmmm! You’re nearly there mate!
What is I cannot see?
We’re ENGLISH mate, you and me.
Being a rose I strike a pose, I'm preening for your gaze,
The flower queen by any means, entitled to high praise.
Of upper class I got some sass, no equal to my spell,
My thorns are sleek, adding more chic, may hurt yet meaning well.
And best of all - I'm standing tall, my stem juicy and thick,
I'm pampered so, nurtured to grow, I'm lovers' premier pick.
My scent's refined, my petals shine, the focus of the date,
But once I’ve bloomed, my beauty's doomed, the cycle of my fate.
So much to lose, If I could choose, my throne of beauty queen -
I would trade fast for what would last - the life of evergreen.
February 19, 2023
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should have spent more time
with dear ones that I do love
meant so much to me
can be conceited
is way that they want to be
meets their own purpose
do put pills in drawer
will not spill them anymore
know what they are for
had been deep in doubt
so brought whole bottle out
with glee she did shout
when we start to swing
different tune would always sing
with me Bible bring
Girly hedgehog is so feminine and fine
She should have suiters falling down in a line
My hair is perfect, my smile is a delight
What is wrong with these boys? They simply aren’t right!
Maybe you are too perfect, a butterfly suggests.
I agree! Throws in a wise robin from her perch on her nest.
You mean I am too good for all of them? Hey! That’s probably true!
So the stuck-on-herself hedgehog was now happy, not blue.
I am so pretty, it is crazy, Biggie Bug thought.
Feeling sure she would be wildly wooed, hunted and sought.
Her pink was gorgeous, her purple and lavender divine.
Self-promoted and puffed, she felt supremely sublime.
Flaunted her beauty in everyone’s interested face.
She is beautiful, they agreed, but has so little grace.
She could not keep a job, she was such a distraction.
Finally joined the circus, was flea ring’s star attraction.
Henpecker was the most handsome cock in the barnyard.
He had known this since he was a baby because his mother told him.
She had built him up, stroked his ego, admired his beauty.
I am the best, the most, the quintessential rooster, he thought.
The hens made fun of him behind his back; he was pompous.
He was arrogant, and the farmer did not have any eggs now.
The farmer could not imagine what had happened.
Since the old rooster died, the hens stopped laying.
He went in and gave himself a look in the mirror.
“You’ve still got it,” he said to himself. His wife rolled her eyes.
“Maybe that cock is too stuck up for the hens,” She suggested.
“That couldn’t be it,” the farmer said, winking at his reflection.
BIO MODIFIED – CONCEITED IMPOSTER
Conceited
A poet a playwright, an actor and dreamer.
I love my reflection, a challenge, applause.
I’ve thought of a screenplay, a sit-com and novel.
I feel I am perfect, a genius, appealing.
I fear I’ll be wrong on all three of those feelings.
I’d like to write music, to sing and to dance.
A resident of dreamland, I don’t have a chance.
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conceited waves
wash over the
modest shores
destroying the
dreams of the
children that
build sandcastles
of dreams
in the sand
trying to create
a future for themselves
A conceited restaurant
After the health clinic visit in Cascais
We had lunch at a restaurant nearby
Where the outdoor market is
It was overpriced and pretentious
The food, so and so.
Had a glass of wine it was undrinkable
Had a cold bottle of water instead.
There are many proper small restaurants
In Cascais, they appear not to be
Near the centre.
A few days ago, near the post office, we had
Splendid meal and it was reasonably priced
With not too many tables and people I have
fear of crowds this inane nattering about
Nothing, just meaningless noise.
You are afraid you are too sensitive? Let me laugh.
First you would have to have feelings, Mr. Always Me Path.
Next you would have to care about another human being.
You are all about yourself, which is what I am always seeing.
Too sensitive? Are you kidding? It's a gag. It's a joke.
I have never in my life met a more "me-and-more-me" bloke.
Too sensitive? Who told you that, your sainted mother?
I know it was not your sister or your intelligent brother.
Your family and I laugh at your pompousness behind your back.
The amount of confidence you have is so clearly out of whack.
Your arrogance proceeds you, your selfishness a bore.
You are a blowhard pure and simple. Do you want to hear more?
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