Behold the mighty ego on two feet,
Whose brain is missing, though the suit is neat.
They walk around like kings of empty space,
With pride and panic painted on their face.
They talk for hours and say nothing new,
A one-person trash heap leaking out on cue.
Their grand ideas are small, absurd, and old,
Like yesterday’s stale soup left in the cold.
They open up their mouth to spin a tale,
Of how they fought a shark and rode a whale.
A walking billboard for a cheap brand name,
Where every minor errand wins them fame.
They brag of wealth they simply do not own,
And broadcast status from a cracked cell phone.
The room falls flat, the yawns begin to spread,
While they crown themselves inside their head.
They climb a molehill, screaming it’s Everest,
Convincing no one that they are the best.
A golden trophy made of painted tin,
All empty echo from their throat within.
Limericks not rude
Can I write a limerick not rude
Deep down I'm really a prude
limerick is done
compiling was fun
Oops! Been writing whilst I am nude
I Can
A gentle young Austrian fellow
Played both piano and cello
both instruments antique
his talent unique
Produced tones so calming and mellow
A fellow named Bob, rather prim,
Found his chances extremely slim.
He’d hide from the light,
Both morning and night,
Where sunshine could not ever skim.
Amazing fellow, this Wind.
No hands to clutch.
Yet demonstrates a sculptor's
Deftness of touch.
Behold, as an example
Dune's hilled sample.
As which spirit, wizard-like
This abstruse too
Nothing, nimble-fingered, felt
Works our lives through.
Look again; that built up for
No sand! Steeled more!
flow fertile feeding
fain fathom favorite feel
fair featured festive
Fun! Thanks Ghairo Daniels!
Is the ego a friend or foe?
The answer lies not in taking sides,
but in tracing the curve of its mystery.
It is the whisper that calls us to rise,
to create, to love,
to guard the tender spaces of the heart.
Yet it also shadows us—
with fear,
with comparison,
with the lonely ache of being separate.
Our task is not to silence it,
nor to let it claim the crown,
but to meet it as we would a restless friend:
listening, discerning,
guiding fire toward gentle light.
When it lifts, we soar with it;
when it binds, we breathe until it softens.
We learn humility as counterpoint,
empathy as compass,
and the dance becomes less of struggle
and more of grace.
In time, we see—
ego is neither friend nor foe,
but a companion on the road of becoming,
imperfect, transforming,
always traveling beside us.
Young Isaac Newton sat under a tree
Got clunked on the head immediately ~
The apple rolled ‘neath his knee
Which caused him to pee, tee-hee ~
Newton’s pants discovered gravity
I thought I am right
to get angry with a fright
with anyone as a right I have the plight
I despised when I thought
They are also justified
When they shower their unjustified
anger on me.
My ego should be pleased
So, I wish others to be teased
So comes trouble in thousands
So, asks the me my sense, "Why this nonsense?"
I think myself of my triviality
As I am in my mundanity.
"Anger is temporary madness."
Said a wise man in his full sense.
Forgotten the other sense.
As some one must have on him an anchor.
Anger gives you a feeling of great monger.
(Only while getting angry)
To be angry? Or not to be?
Tells me my fellow inside
"Get angry, but first with your inside.
Then with the right person, at right time, for right cause.
Not on wrong person at his wrong time
Because fine anger brings finer results."
Oh! My strange inside pet fellow
Choose! When should you be angry?
God is God all alone not needing our help
We should be obedient and offer ourselves
To do our part in sharing holy words
Live for Him and our fellow man serve
There's this happy fellow named Jack
A serious bone in his body he lacks
When they finally close his coffin
He'll be scratchin' and clawin'
Yelling a la Schwarzenegger “I'll be back”
Which disorder should I model for my class today
Anorexia-bulimia is simply too passe
Obsessive compulsive – so 20th century
Agoraphobia is a distinct possibility
‘Cos acrophobia’s too HIGH-ly infectious for me
Then again, what about good old paranoid schizophrenia
It complements my arthritis and osteopenia. -- But
my budding fellow psychoanalysts, I’ve selected Jewish-mother-anxiety
~ since you all will misdiagnose it as made-for-TV comedy*
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*Whatever the 'h' that is! lol...
• Such a charming fellow
• With eyes a vibrant yellow
• He'll stare you down
• Often with a frown
• Befriend him and you'll see he's quite mellow
Despite trials, and we’ve had many,
with tribulations, felt lost at sea,
we get up each day
with an effort to say,
for our freedoms we’ll fight, to be free.
On January 2025 Pinhead will be proud to welcome so many of his fellow citizens to hell and god bless!!
I have seen this phenomenon, all my life.
Pride is cruel, aged by the dark sin of vanity
Within humans, such needless, painful strife.
It seems to plague us, on all levels of humanity.
I know you are writing poetry and doing your best
Coming here strictly to be your fine, expressive self.
Yet to some, you shall never, never pass their test?
Remember, you are a poet and not a doll on a shelf!
8/21/2024
@Panagiota Romios
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