Long Ego trip Poems
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It’s the year twenty, twenty-six
Will you remember… all the beautiful
Reasons, oh, I know, only God can fix
All the pain living inside, pain so dark
Wherever I go, even just for kicks
There is the promise of His light’s muse
Tenderly revealing love in the mix
Love that reassures and heals and feels…
Just like the gentling truth of His grace
Never letting me go it alone, without
All the peace I’ve found within His embrace,
Oh the light shines softly, assuring me
There is a promise of beautiful in this place
Where He reminds me why I’m here,
Why I’m sure that one day I’ll see His face
And I’ll remember the joy that delights…
Joy so miraculous, so fulfilling, so willing
To light my heart with inspirations, a muse
His love is surly alive and always spilling
Over into my life, writing me notes of gold,
Promises that whatever is, hope is fulfilling
All that I ever yearned for, or dreamed of
With a sweetness that reassures, instilling
Inside of me, a love that will set my soul free!
I believe 2026 will be the year of sweet relationship
With this man called Jesus, this King of Kings
I believe I’ll know the joy of a fellowship
Beyond my wildest dreams, a fellowship so amazing
I will forever be praising, - this is no ego trip
My heart and soul will be defined by the love that abides
Because this Jesus, this Savior, holds ownership
To my spirit, my faith, my heart, soul and spirit…
In 2026, I believe He will reach down and bless me
With unspeakable grace, joy and peace – love that stirs
Up in side me, a wonderful that is totally free,
A wonderful that taught me to listen to the voice
The voice that comes from believing He hung on that tree
To save me, not only from the world, but from me
With a promise that everlasting will forever be
The light that shines through every heart who agrees…
His love is everlasting and His love has set me free
His love is what my dreams are made of, love
So sure and so amazing that I can only see…
Eternity with the One who came and died for me!
Escaping from the wintry plight
Fearless knight
Having golden locks
With a physique like a rock
Walked up and down the mountainous block
In the village filled with sweets
And treats
Back at the romantic villa
A few miles up the hill-a
Mrs. Knight was petting her coyote companion
While spending a moment getting tannin
“Hubby looking around
This quaint enchanted town
Something to bring back home
To me resting all alone
After performing that physical feat
Due to melting snow from summer heat”
Tending to his well groom locks
Plenty time on the clock
Still on a hero stage
Preparing to put name on the newspaper page
Going into the office named “The Traitor Post”
Easy conversation expecting to coast
Probably receive a kind professional toast
Sitting there was the Editor acting the role called a host
“Le Claire is my name
Sensationalism is my game
I will take your account
Whatever it is about
Make the paperboys scream and shout
Headlines blaring
Information worth sharing
All of which has meaning
Newsworthy and beaming
Never considered just dreaming
As the knight explained his story
Where the avalanche was sorry
Feeling like number one
Doing the interview was quite fun
Mrs. Knight on the other hand
Watched the frozen ice stand
Far away taking out the garbage cans
Wondering if the warming trend
Will make the watery based particle bend
And send
Down the slopes
Giving everyone no hope
Seeing her coyote inside
Ready to guide
Waiting for her groom
Returning under the moon
Walking at night
Faithful husband and knight
Stopped by the Indian Trinket store
Encountered a lovely seller on the floor
Needing excitement since she was bored
Knight still had power
Leaving a flower
Near her working computer tower
Next to a signed photo
Showing the knight shirtless and bolder
Before heading outside where it was colder
This one is for all the ladies who give up their priorities and career for their family. For the ladies who dedicate their lives in looking after husband’s parents, her children and indeed her beloved husband.
This one is for the ladies who lag behind whilst their spouses remain updated for being on professional ground.
This one is for the ladies who avoids argument and feud to maintain happiness and ambience of her home.
This one is for the ladies, whose birthday, every member of the house forgets but with all her love, she makes their birthday a special occasion.
This one is for the ladies, who do not complain about their illness and are available to serve when ever needed.
This one is for the ladies who are asked to “look within,” when her children grow, when her husband changes his priorities, when her duties as a daughter in law are almost done!
Not only through my words but with all the respect and understanding, I shall be there for you forever.
To me it seems, I have deleted my own life.
Yet, I have no acknowledgements, no respite!
All these years through the spin,
Now, when I was expecting a win,
You have asked me to look within!
From dusk, till dawn….
I cried for being used as a pawn.
Disgrace and wounds that I have never shown,
Have probably allowed you to take the lead on!
I thank you for asking me to look with in!
I feel strong and I know I have been a linchpin.
No, I am not sinking!
Despite your blames and meaningless inklings.
Proudly, I stand glinting!
I am loving and a caring personality.
Empathised all through, despite living through brutality!
How would you, parents and kids deny my hospitality!
I am so done with the sick banality.
I am a scholar, intelligent and creative!
To keep up your vanity and superiority happily submitted to your ego trip!
Quite elucidative that I should not have been so accommodative!
I have been there, through their teens and routines.
Yes, your kids are luminous, brilliant and pristine!
I am happy that I looked within!
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Date: 4th July; 2020
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I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait,
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye,
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes.
For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies
In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes;
Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune
To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn.
Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall
Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer,
And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be;
Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul?
As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars,
And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights;
Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse
To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights?
Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp,
I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!
The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted,
The people-centred philosophy which was budding:
‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights,
Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights.
After life’s origin with the big-bang,
Came matter, plants and animals;
And then apes preceded neanderthals,
When *****neanderthalensis were a gang.
*****sapiens then hit the scene,
Began to practice agriculture in 10000 BC,
And after that a process of civilisation ignited,
The law and order in the land in which we all can be.
And of course with law and order,
Comes creativity, art and industry;
An innate ability to express ourselves,
For greater relativity.
But the original political system,
Just consisted of a king with a crown,
Who was worshipped and adored:
Until his problem was this renown.
The people were disgruntled,
So rebelled against King John,
Who signed the Magna Carta,
Which said that he too was the law under.
So the law then began to pertain to moral values,
And humanism and atheism were for the first time aired,
Because John’s sins were no longer judged by God,
After his life and death, but by people who cared.
Philosophy has burgeoned from that point on,
From Albert the Great’s theory of justice and natural law,
To Descarte’s Heliocentrism and dualistic rationalism,
Which developed into individualism and existentialism.
Ideology matters to the evolutionary process of law,
As the law is either against people, or for them;
And before 1215 it never was the people’s abstract security,
But was rather their daily unhappiness and misery.
Humanity is so much better off for the Magna Carta,
Ourselves, America, Australia and all the world,
‘Cos each individual has human rights, worth and dignity,
As it wrought a change of diplomacy and philosophy.
Democracy
What’s in it for us?
Yes, I know it was fought for but those histories apart, those values of time are such a long way back for us.
So democracy is just a word in a politicians parley. What really does it mean, what really does it say?
I’ve got my iPhone, my Facebook, my Twitter - I can talk to anybody I want, why do you oldies get so worked up about that one word?
The cliff has slippery parts, the cliff stands in our way. Those heavy guns on the top will bombard our troops for days and days.
Now we must climb, this night will see us fall - but victory is our aim, democracy for all.
This field is cold and wet but miles off target was the drop. I’ve got to try to evade their patrols and their vicious dogs.
Scared and tired I am right now but I’ve only just got here. Surely it’ll be over soon. I know i might have to fight and kill other people here.
The base has gone to hell, the explosions ripped through our minds. Crawling through this muddy field and will be this entire night. Saw so many men get killed, not just Germans; friends of mine.
The pain is heavier in my leg but I can’t see what’s killing my time. I must keep crawling in the dirt or I know I just will not survive.
What’s that noise coming through the grass, those voices are not friends of mine, barking dogs are getting close must keep crawling though they shout, must keep crawling through the night
This is democracy, this is what it took. It’s not some word to throw around to satisfy an ego trip. It’s not a word that shouldn’t command respect and be revered for sacrifices given for it.
This is democracy and our ancestors knew that fighting, bleeding, crawling, dying was what they had to do to put a stop to tyrannical ideologies ruling over me and you.
This is democracy.
(“Meditation is not what you think…”)
These New Times
These new times have turned the world upside down.
The endless cultural revolutions of the past two centuries
Have finally hit a wall, Trumped at last
As the sheer accumulation
Of madness has become impossible to ignore,
And the people are finally really waking
Beyond any act of being woke.
It helps that the subtle lies
Of a vague if supposedly well meaning idealism
All hope and change, unicorns and rainbows,
Have been exposed for what they are
Just another ego trip
Of those intent on gaining
And maintaining their control.
The radical Left once anti-establishment
Grew up to become the establishment
To push its status quo agenda on the rest of US
With all the force of Big Government
Combined with Big Business, a union
That would make Mussolini and Hitler proud.
The Left of course doesn’t see this
Even as they desperately try to maintain
The power that now slips away.
They still see themselves as idealistic youths
Raging against the Machine
Sticking it to the Man
When they have long since become
The Man running the Machine.
In other words, the Left constantly gaslights US
Because they are gaslighting themselves.
(2/23/25)
I was transfixed with Chuckie Egg sometimes,
By Harry who was obese but with very thin legs,
Which to me looked too slim for his eating times,
For the size of his rounded stomach of kegs.
Sometimes I gave myself an ego trip on him, it,
B y saying that I was a member of a top family,
Where my dad wanted to upon Billy Graham sit,
And my mum was fundamentalism’s anomaly.
My parents were so high up in strict Christianity,
And I thought they were mobile on nothingness,
So Harry was to me an image of them, familiarity,
As evolution theory gave me emotional happiness.
I sometimes had to tell myself that it was a game,
Not real, because I needed to classify my parents,
For their raving social life, connections and fame,
By believing in Jesus, archaic and my abhorrence.