Whole night sorrows underneath my pillow;
Nightmare hits, and scared of attachments.
Every day I hope to rise, but fall down below;
Meets magical tales and spell enchantments.
At peace with things, I watch Korean dramas,
Better to watch than those who don't care about!
Selfless in my service, but their dilemmas—
No need of an egotist, hopeless; please get out!
All I ask for is peace at a time, and just me;
Leave, or let me live away, all the way out free.
Even if I care, I am attached, and what not?
All that I ask for is a respectful gesture around.
Things which I have left behind will live alone.
I talk less but speak my mind and let it be alone.
It doesn't matter if I'm lost right now and then;
All I live and think about is a great, great friend.
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
It hasn’t varied since the world began.
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows:
it hasn’t varied since the world began.
To love an egotist engenders woes.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows
he is his own enduring fantasy.
To love an egotist engenders woes –
one thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
He is his own enduring fantasy:
he seeks no other: he’s both hook and bait.
One thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
Thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait!
He seeks no other. He’s both hook and bait.
He’s empty. As we say, he’s lost the plot:
thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait.
But sound, like memory, can mark the spot.
We think love lasts for ever. Clearly not.
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
The axioms we’ve lived by are forgot.
What are the privileges of a wife?
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
What are the privileges of a wife?
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
bye bye, me me
egotist retreats,
succumbs with tale between legs
moony face on show
how can one so discerning ~ be totally blind to all concerning
said the suicidal egotist ~ then turned and shot up the mirror
We Christians know enough ... we know
About false prophets and yet shut senses galore
Then we shocked Hindu, Muslim, Jew by loving him
And voting, defending Donald: Liar, Egotist, Trampling
When he lost, he wanted to kill, maim, mock democracy
Hang on to free lodging at The White House
(Maybe it is time to rename this House of Tribalism)?
Trumpling, Tramp of democracy, Trifling with Global Government!
Will we (Christians) ever learn
If they do not talk, walk, share ... about Jesus, Yeshua Hameshiach
They are the anti-Christ if elected by our majority, Believers,
Evangelicals, Catholics! (Biden #2, may correct this tramp)
FOOTNOTE of NOTE: Google Dr. Irene Butter on US democracy, as she grew up in Nazi-occupied Europe.
It’s a crime
if my education and social status make me egotist and entice to humiliate others
It's a crime
if I wear the mask of modesty rearing immodesty inside
It's a crime
if I call and show others the pious path making self only convener
It's a crime
for donating to religious works I earn money illegal ways
It's a crime
when I make me a pilgrim to holy religion places
and after returning I become desperate to take previous revenge
it’s a crime
for a particular religion or belief hating another religion or belief
and for the sake of certain religions avoiding universal humanity
It's a big crime
for recurring misdeeds if I ask forgiveness again and again
19.08.2020 Chattogram
She
Pompous
Egotist
Delusionist
Dyed hair groovy red
Nails done midnight black
Shoes, bought from the best stores
Her fat Pug's clothes ,flashy as she
Her spotless home, stands closed, clean, friendless
On the cold morgue slab she now sleeps, endless
July 23, 2019
7am PST
Etheree 10 lines only.
Syllable count must match lines.
Out of Supporters Trump Squeezed
Trump always does get mad when teased,
And then only himself has he ever pleased;
Does persist;
Is an egotist;
Everything out of his supporters squeezed.
Jim Horn
I have listened to your moaning,
A voice that trembles with pride;
I have felt your anger so violently,
Thinking you were about to subside.
I have sought shelter far away,
Where all-inclusive tranquillity reigns;
Silence is complete without being traced,
While my mind all sanity regains.
An augment of egocentricity you are,
Not knowing how to be true and just;
Poorly afflicted by indifference,
Love to fill the awaiting heart is a must.
I pray that Nature is no Egotist
That gets an A plus on a test
And doesn't study the rest of the term...
Though I don't judge,
(It's merely I),
You've been too poor
To not catch my eye...
You're assigned to give life
For this eternal term,
And making all perfect's
The rubric you've got,
But you've failed too many
To judge judgmental me,
Because you've born some
That can't even judge!
I thought you loved Art
And your every creation...
You forgot to make
The others hot like me
(Outside of the days
That they run in the Sahara)!
These very words, I can only imagine,
Are the words thought over the world and water---
You're full of yourself
To slack on them,
Just because you're proud that you made me.
About Bragging
There is this thing that is about bragging
And breaking a rule by always dragging
Out things in life you have often done
Like someone intending to be only one.
Temptation to do it seems hard to resist
So people started calling me an egotist
And in poetry contests I have entered
Complain and say I am self-centered.
To many might appear to be repugnant
What I write as being rather redundant
And only fools around me have festered
Many horrible things they often heard.
What I enjoy most is having my own way
Wearing bright orange hair with a toupee
Off the top best things you sure can skim
So what do you think is name of him?
All of us Americans surely put to the test
Great things in Hillary brought out the best
With small hands, puckered lips and long-nosed
She should go ahead and run unopposed.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/that_rule_was_begging_to_be_broken_8074
Each I Have I Each
Check out that for forwards and backwards
Was weirdest Game of I ever had heard
What if I were to come up with a word
That use of poor language could cure
What once was so simple, plain and pure.
Exactly what was it word may have meant
That is known by a human who is intelligent
Enough to be able to turn pages of a book
Read down to last word after taking a look.
For how much longer will you have waited
Until you discover words were consolidated
As you read more and more started to see
Word you were reading was long as can be.
Already knowing you were a wise old owl
Saw that word was comprised of one vowel
And even though you still were all knowing
Anywhere at all you seemed to be not going.
Then again you would thoroughly try and try
Finally did discover word and vowel were "I"
After looking at all of the "I's" in a long list
What you discovered was you were an egotist.
Both a word and vowel were in your vocabulary
Like things of all certainly seeming so scary
If an entire page of "I's" you were to mention
You not I would be center of everyone's attention.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Maybe one day.
Maybe~ one day l will fly away,
Fly away to the moon,
And dance among the stars,
To discover the essence of spring,
On Jupiter and on Mars,
Ceteris~paribus (other things being equal),
To fill my heart with tranquility,
Fill it with harmony,
And feel the sounds of silence
Maybe l’ll then smile with my heart.
Maybe one day l’ll fly away,
To a world of realists not idealists,
Where politics is never deemed a game,
Somewhere where there is true benevolence,
Not benevolence to profiteer and make name,
A place where politicians don’t flaunt egotist credentials,
And absolute fabrication persists never.
I would love that kind of a place,
Away from the traffic boom,
Too far from the insanity of mankind,
So far from the energy crisis and global warming pronouncing world doom
Maybe one day l will fly way,
I might not have to,
If there be world war three,
Be it the last nail on the coffin of world problems,
Be it not, I’ll just have to fly away,
And see if dreams come true,
What has been, will not be,
What will be, that has never been,
Life runs in cycles.
So I’ve been told and so I believe.
The egotist sat
me-deep in conversation...
smiling~ happy~ him
I wonder why greed runs so rife
why do people want so much
it's caused society untold strife
the blinded egotist who needs a crutch
putting illusory money before cherished life
which should be treated with a tender touch
not bleeded with a golden knife!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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