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Religious cooperative
When I do, as a liberal, I should defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
Yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is, despite what
We have heard about the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds, Christianity and Islam, reject the idea of
free from all sexual norms of Judaism, and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism, I still think we are right
MAGA
Inherited lies by children of fools.
Traffiking hate and Aryan rule.
Indifferent to hopes of self-sustain.
Resentment and fear of broken chains.
In blood Ingrained with other's pain.
A lingered stench. A nation's stain.
So on they rant of good ol' days,
of us and them, "Look not our way,"
"We see you not," "Not of our kind."
They've hate embraced, not open mind.
Hypocricy beyond compare.
They will not see. They do not dare.
Thoughts and prayers, a spurious show.
If not their way, then off you go.
No second look to other's plights.
They have their book. They have no sight.
Warped, corrupted, and abused to prey.
It says what they need it to say today.
Promises empty and pockets full.
A bear for you, for them a bull.
"Just hear what I say, but not what I do."
A singular platform, "I'm rubber, you're glue."
Incessant lies by propagandised press.
Dancing for donors. To hell with the rest.
A decadent loser with disavowed fate.
His self-obsessed lies sow palpable hate.
This miscreant mogul, ineptitude clear,
infected a flock with anger and fear.
Privileged victims w self-righteous distain.
To them, their fate. His sheep for to reign.
A gentle pull of ripened peach.
Despotic trolls simply beseached.
Propaganda with a fascist Q.
Gullible marks duped to a coup.
Beguiled & riled & released on the hill.
Zealots and bigots, too eager to kill!
When life in the city
becomes too much to bear,
With its winding concrete roads,
Its underpasses and overpasses,
Its tall buildings and speeding cars,
When I am overwhelmed by a sense
of hopelessness and unrelenting stress,
I retreat into the arms of Nature
When life amidst people
becomes too much to bear,
With their big black hearts
And puny shriveled souls,
With their depraved moral values-
Self-obsessed, materialistic and profane,
I take refuge in the bosom of the forest.
I find solace in its solitude,
Among towering trees
and splendorous falls
With its gushing streams
and magnificent mountains,
The verdant fields and emerald green valleys
with rivers meandering through
rolling hills and lush plains.
Pretty wildflowers blooming in their colorful attire
peeping coyly through grass and shrubs
swaying alluringly with beckoning smiles
and the sound of bees humming joyfully over them
soothes my insatiable craving for bliss.
~Your Best Old Poem contest by Judy Konos
Contest:"Chasing the Blues Away"
02/02/13
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
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Demons
Deep in the forrest of the depth of my soul
lived an insecure wretch down deep in his hole.
He was not long ago forsaken to rot,
secluded and shamed for the hell he hath wrought.
The soul can not soar without faith in the sky.
It hides in the darkness ashamed but to try.
Violently thrashing this life and that past,
ever uncertain, indecisive, outcast.
Internal strife of his own psyche's make,
In cold damp dark left to shiver and shake.
A stranger to self, another man's role,pathetic disguise from self despised soul.
This wretched recluse, self-exiled underground,
must meet his demise before hope can be found
Mindful but stubborn embracing the pain,
a delicate task this breaking of chains
Many facades each a further misfit,
hiding his truth down his insecure pit.
Razed and disected, his weakness confessed
Little repose to a man self obsessed
Desperately clawing from damnable depths.
Dragging his psyche up arduous steps.
Battered and bruised and humbly unaware
How bright his light shines, from depths whence he cares.
The northern wind sweeps away with the arctic gale
the swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden.
The pallid patina of the distressed florid petals
freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent.
Seraphic spring saunters in the air with ripples of rapture
from the garden of Eden up above the veil of blue.
The spectrum of hues cascades in splendored shower,
as the latent beauty blooms in a rose of my listless garden.
From its verdant vibrancy flows with scented fervor
the musical resonance of the serenading breeze.
Its captivating cadence set in harmonic congruence
hinges the enticing fragrance of rose in dulcet dawn.
The self-obsessed free will dormant in floral exuberance
envelopes the blooming mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained pathway God’s benevolence paves,
that l need to travel for it’s designed for me at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s tenets encompassing the ego
in the ignorant realm of fantasized self-deception.
After the ill-conceived venture the errant mind
finds the gloomy path of introspection lightened,
as the secret door of the inner sanctum opens,
where suffused with divine light the lotus blooms.
Unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
I take the inward journey through consciousness layers,
perceive the radiant fulcrum of divine beacon in the soul
illumine the corridor, leading to the abode of bliss.
You became a narcissist entitled manipulative and lazy
you began to lie so much you did it on the daily
wooing people over as you told them their own story
knowing things you need to say so others do not worry
Maximise the first impression and engage authority
fit your friends into the role of being helpful property
envision there’s a hierarchy with you on top the tree
and should you feel there’s challengers gaslight obsessively
You’re all about manipulating the place and the person
you’ll get people to talk as your attention does desert them
but often they don’t notice as their talking not observing
and you want the attention that the rest are undeserving
Grandiose self obsessed vein and most Important
needing to control the whole environment you’re perched in
and everyone around you must obey your instant urges
pushing all the boundaries without a feeling of disturbance
But we grew up together and I’m so aware of you
and because you think you’re better you underestimate me too
I also like to build you up doing the things I do
manipulate the unimportant believing you can’t lose
For when you aim at me with the consequences certain
start performing as you do to find I pull the curtain
when you do the things you do you’ll be the one left hurting
when every plan you’ve ever used will no longer be working
slander me to win the people who I do not need
And you’ll discover no one’s there after the sympathy
after attention you’ve receive you’ll still have nobody
and you won’t have the ego feed because you won’t have me
And though you diss me you will miss me and wish me back around
but I’ll be stating little things your nightmares are about
for you will never see me I will haunt you with the sound
you think you can manipulate, I’m gonna steal your crown
(“Pandora’s Box”, 2014, original pen and ink and oil)
Pandora’s Box
I don’t know who she was,
What she did or how she did it,
And maybe as the first it was sublime
Or maybe she was just another woman
With the kind of perfect snatch
To launch a thousand ships
On a sea of broken hearts,
But Pandora certainly left her mark, even today,
A stain across the whole of the Western world
The syphilization we’re all now born into and with
The miasm of her primordial STD
At our culture’s core.
And so it flows,
A not so mythic etheric ooze
Tainting hearts and minds
Of old and young alike,
Making the age of innocence
An ever more fleeting thing
Turning daydreams into nightmares
Corrupting youth upon their backs
In sagging decrepit elder’s sacks.
Ah, but there was a time
When the light shone bright and clear
And children laughed
Without a care
Before Father Time had his way
With Mother Earth
And the world turned
Into one long tawdry daytime soap,
With coked up stars
Too self-obsessed to even know or care
To what degree the schlock they sold
Was even worth the dime they’d all just shared.
Lost like this, removed from their roots
The players played
At the same old game
With the same old lines
Recalling Pandora only in their deepest dream
When from within the stench
The faint fresh breath of morning dew
Touched their petals fair
And in that moment glimpsed,
The soft perspicuous light
Before the dawn did shine
On Pandora at our core, demure and sweet,
Before her box
Was ever known
To any but her own.
And so it goes
In cycles great and small
The mind enthralled by all that can
And could ever be,
Returns unto the source
To sit and smile and rest awhile
With Pandora before she even knew the name
Let alone the power she possessed
And all it would unfold
Back before she was a she
When Pan was all we knew
Of love and life, in dance and play
Just simply being free.
(7/19/25)
Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour
weaves the senility web,
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland.
The hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
The face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of the narcissist impulse congealed
in the portrait I make of me.
It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design,
lines on lines contour my body.
The vibrant epitome of expression align
with the pattern of unique look personified.
An insular captive of my mental making,
I’m an inimitable loner within me,
defined by the entrenched essence singular,
scared to face the crowded world.
I get driven by the self-obsessed urge
to uplift my sagging morale,
clothe the portrait with an apposite attire.
I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt
with the walking punchline
“Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold.
It makes a simple style statement
for me coming out of the lonesome shell.
Self
Self emits light to make life glow.
Through my solemn soul-luminous,
permeates placid peaceful flow,
contemplating continuous.
Serene sublime soul, transparent.
Self emits light to make life glow.
Decisive desires translucent.
brightening fast or slow.
Self-obsessed performance, solo.
Self - confidence acting vibrant.
Self emits light to make life glow,
meets challenges, being gallant.
Existing ego never hurts
but trying perfection to follow.
Enlightened holy humble heart.
Self emits light to make life glow.