Long Self interest Poems

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Premium Member The Selfish Egos Of War


War in its profound essence
begins not in the battlefield,
but in the dark chambers of human ego.
The self-interest thrives on the illusion of invincibility,
distorts the judgement of historical forces,
designs the destiny of nations
to misshape the configuration of the world.

The selfish egos of war write the story of pride,
seeking a permanent legacy of triumph.
The tragedy lies in their blindness to the primary truth
that all existence is intertwined,
and to harm others is to destroy oneself 
when the guns go silent and the dusts settle.

In the irrationality of war their vanity 
can’t transcend the narrow limits of egotism.
Sedated by the delusion of greatness
the selfish egos of war seek to embed themselves
upon the enduring world,
but their quest for immortality ironically hastens erasure.


Premium Member Ink and Sand - the Test

Ink and Sand - The Test
Ink and sand... the test
  The last stain of ink on our Constitution,
is legible until the moment the last grain of time measured falls.

  Thoughts, ideals and determination etched by purpose, with sacrifice and blood, staining land and men,
will its intent, legacy and resolve remain in our spirit as one people under God?

   What God?
      What land?
         What people?
            What nation?
   The foundation of our existence preserved by a chain of memories is already beginning to blur into oblivion by: 
  carelessness, apathy, self-interest, and vanity.

Diluted by time and man's fallibility, how much time remains, 
   before we will no longer make out the stains of who we are, 
before a stranger from a distant land stands 
   before us,
      and reminds us, 
why they came... 
   to become...
      a citizen.

People Will Love Me

I came into the world with one life to live,
The joy of brothers shall be my warrant through—
Even the reach is not their pleasure.

The kindness of a poor is neglected— 
Forgetting that it's the last power from them to men,
Only for Wealth to make a chance for self interest;
The world will sing with the joy of child on Christmas morning.

In most cases,
Just like a marathon runner,
I felt tired with doubt to continue with the last leg; 
But the grateful trees, and  restless breeze 
Made me felt world loves me more.

I will give the world my light,
Although I might not be found;
But when I am there no more,
People will raise the flags, show the world, and build a nation for me 
Where they will talk about the things I've done
Discus my good, but omit my wrongs 
By then, the value is gone,
The light is off.

Ask why light is not celebrated in day?
Only when it is no more, the value will come.

A light man is worthless in a dark shadow,
All the fame, all the riches 
Are transient the moment the light is gone,
The moment I’m alive, celebrate me!
I can be only useful when I am on feet,
Immediately I'm down the feet,
Is there any feeling to experience your love?

Premium Member Yang Light's Yin Power

I was reading Lakoff's story
of what he learned at Berkeley
about international relations,
when I found my RightBrain offering further nuance;
not to deny what is here,
but to add what is also here,
but not explicitly stated,
about regenerative political health 
and economic safety.

"The 'rational' approach to foreign policy was governed by a set of conceptual metaphors,
taken as simple common sense,
as [Both-And, not Either-Or] metaphors often are.
As a special case of An Institution
is a Person, [personification]
there was A Nation is a [monotheistic, monopolistic, monocultural] Person."

"In addition,
a common metaphor for [EitherPositive-OrNegative, 0-sum] rationality is used,
namely,
Rationality is the Maximization of Self [v Other]-Interest (or 'utility' [and 'integrity']),
which entails that it is 'irrational' [and unhealthy and unsafe] to act against one's self-interest[s].
These two metaphors are then combined to yield:
A [Healthy, Happy, Secure] Nation is a Rational [Either-Or, not Both-And] Actor."

"...we get as an entailment
the central thesis of the rational actor model 
in international [interfamilial, intertribal, interspecies, inter-religious] relations:
Every [healthy] nation
acts rationally
to maximize its military [Yang] strength,
economic health,
and [Self v Other] political influence."

"Rationality,
on this conception,
is taken as
[Self v Other, 0-sum competitively] universal
and occurring at the level
of the [monotheistic-monocultural, monopolistic] state."

I feel so eviscerated.

Get over it.
Both-And co-empathic;
not either-or pathological.
You've still got all your caste-preserving potential
just more Both +1Self And -(-0)Other co-aligned.

Yes ma'am!
Who got out of bed on the wrong side today?

Don't even try it.

I'm going back to my "Political Mind" without you.

Doubtful.
And, if possible, dangerous.

You really aren't going to let me have the last word today are you?

I thought I was your last wordless wonder,
your wandering everything.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Say goodbye to the land of Oz in dismay
 where knowledge and logic fall away
 like the scarecrow's inner stuffings filleted,
first one strand, then two or three until
 all his common sense has spilled;
say hello to the witches of the west
 lost in their self-interest, done their very best
 all but forgotten about the majority at rest;
see the lion lose his courage
 slip-sliding in the congressional forage
 where voice, common sense lay in permanent storage;
hug the tinman, his final sigh in search of his heart
 when love to hate is split in part
 and nothing seems left from America's start;
Emerald City crumples to ash and rubble
 as the sun rays burn the earth in trouble
 and embers rise and smolder the pseudo bubble;
even the Wizard with all his tricks
  is cashing in all his chips
  and succumbs to the politics;
while Dorothy and Toto too
 into the basket of the balloon flew
 to escaping the nonsense coup.
A brief look back and futures questioned
 is this the wonderland for which we're destined?
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Form: Ballad


Premium Member My Plea

My Plea

This my plea O world
That drags the dream of peace
Through the mud of wickedness

Rise
From the egotistic slime to wash away
Self-centered muck

Loosen 
Your profane feet of clay
From self-absorbed quick sand

Break through
The entitled self-interest of the arrhythmic heart
To the steady beat of the heart of all hearts

Release
Sludge filled veins of self-importance
To freely flow with innocence’s compassion

Lift up
The hands smothered by erupting ashes
Of the shameless vicious with sympathy

Immerse 
Self-seeking vanity of the starving soul
Into the Samaritan’s fountain 

Transform 
The narcissistic selfie flower
With unfettered grace

This my plea for peace, O world
Sing the dream of dreams vision
Pray the prayer of prayers hope 
Speak the speech of harmony
Live the life of peace.

3-29-22
Contest: Your Peace Message to the World
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Protective Love

Theories long forgotten, strategies of self interest predominant
The war of Forces, Principalities so dark, no man walks away untouched
My senses so keen I feel it all a mile away
I send the Angel's and it's all said and done in the breath of a second
Then a healing beam of light caresses me
The Angel's of God or a womans love
Both so deep and rare here
Both protecting me from the evil men devise against me
And I feel the force of love as they combine together
It relieves me of my worries and now I cling to the hope it gives
Be strong, be courageous, follow the soft gentle voice
As they light my path, As her inner beauty shines through I am just a cub in her arms
Just a sheep for the slaughter protect us both God

Like Love and Apprecation

i gotta be
the one you love
I need to be
the one you love
aint gonna do nothing crazy
I just wanna
the one you love
don't make it difficult
cause you can't understand how you feel
causing me grief
making me unreal
i aint no monster
I hold my own
it aint right to put me
entanglements
that make me go to my own
I just wanna be
the one you love
suttle little things
to keep us happy
i want you to believe in me
aint gonna turn the tables
see you thru
just me and you
friends to lean on
when we aint on our P's and Q's
loan me twenty dollars
Saturday I give it back to you
no tricks no strings
i need it to get over 
I got a woman who needs me
I'll give it back to you

I just wanna be
the one you love
I need to believe
i wanna be the one
just you and me
know weirdos
telling you how to treat me
just wanna be
the one for you
just you and me niw
no excuses
aint talking but worth and wealth
we gotta work
to see us thru
don't put your self interest against
what we've built together
discide with me as concern
to keep me as your main interest
it's gotta be me and you
it's gotta be
you know thats true
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Immanent Yet Transcendent

Immanent Yet Transcendent 9-29-23
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Immanent Yet Transcendent

Above the plodding, sightless mediocre
A latent embryo breathes,
Awakens the murmurs of the inbred orphic harbinger
Through tangled threads of colorless mesh
Serendipity stirs, sets in motion,
Spirals
Above the weary path of habitual self interest
Clogged with lumbering thistles of numb routine,
Where midnights wrestle with starving angels,
A deafening humdrum drumming cadence
Clumbers in oblivion with trudging boots
Over rusty cauldrons of mediocrity
And dreary depths of decomposed sludge
Fed with blind self-interest.

Yet, the dust of the mystical hovers - 
Intrinsic inbred breath of creation 
Drags dawdling ordinary
Into spirals of whirling inspiration,
Into sibylline sight beyond near-sightedness,
By the cryptic, subtle tickle of grace -
Into hovering empathetic realms -
Exploding heart driven revelation 
Unfurls into celestial magnificence -  
A spark glowing in the debris of impotent possibility
Impregnates the embryonic hero of every soul -
Rise up in quests to slay dull dragon’s lairs
Clothed in nurture with the flesh of miracles;
And congenital marvels released.

Premium Member My Hero

MY HERO
                                  
        My hero erects his head always high,
        lends his hand to help those in need.
         Accomplished in each good deed.
         On his every step I depend to rely.

          Compassion and empathy: His prime quality.
          Criticism he never bothers,
          but brings inspiration to others.
          Righteous, holding bold personality.

           His forgiveness does not compromise with guilt
           He fights against lies and malice  
           He acts ruthless for justice
           He is a dauntless warrior, strongly built.
                                    
           On urgency he never thinks twice
            Least concerned of self- interest, 
           competent with effort earnest.
           Never hesitant: Ready on sacrifice.
   
  11/22/17
               HERO Contest by Silent One
Third place
Form: Rhyme

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