Long Vanity Poems
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In the landscape of entangled existence,
we traversed life on the path of no essence.
Ego chasing the mirage of endless desire,
wandering cynical in wasteland made us tire.
Vanity and craving innately compulsive,
distorted the ethos of obdurate ego obsessive,
conditioning the myopic vision to look at others,
self-awareness turning opaque wouldn’t bother.
The wheel of time churned up disorder dust,
in the chaotic cloud the disarrayed life would adjust.
In maimed moments of dispersed perturbation
truth oscillated on the ripples of confusion.
In the ordained flux of frenzied mental unrest,
things disheveled to change were put to test.
The alchemy of metamorphic divine intervention
unveiled the real façade of basic transformation.
Transmuted self-image escaped egocentricity,
got transfixed within the frame of empathy.
Heavenly intercession in the life reborn,
the strata of dense self-worth got torn.
In the halcyon horizon of the life new
the nascent sun of adoration arose with hue,
painted passionately the pining hearts
with color of love designing perceptive art.
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
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The Vanity of Pleasure
Temptation tingles
I was confused by my desire
I believed the sensual was transcendent
Rising as I did on the waves of want
Seduced by skin
a wanton whisper
A Goddess wrapped in cellophane
Eyes that made me weak in my knees
Feather soft fingertips
Sweet supple lips
Screams of delight
Slipping into tunnels tight
A train on a fast track
Her beneath me on her back
She fed my erupting ego
Made me feel like a man
I was less somehow
but more than my awkward self
First time fast
Captivated by her cyclone power
An attraction distraction
One that could never fulfil
Like trying to extract happy from a pill
My vanity insanity
exercising of my free will
Her name not known
Me just a bit part in her play
The 17 year old kid
That pleasure whisked away.
My Kind Of Woman
Now," Lavish" is expensive
'Cause she loves to wine and dine
And going out with "Showy"
Sure won't save me any dimes
"Adorned", is always stunning
But She always wants to shop
Like "Pretentious and Ornate"
They'll spend my money 'til they drop
Now "Leisure" likes her comfort
But it's me that pays the bill
And " Ostentatious " in a second
Can make me promise that you will
"Gaudy", she's amusing
But I'll tell, she's no joke
In the morning when she leaves you
She'll surely leave me broke
Elaborate and Embellished
Will spend my savings with both hands
And when they're through with me
They will find another man
But there's one kind of woman
That I'm sure was made for me
She calls herself just "Fancy"
And we all know, "Fancy's Free".
she roams through the ether with uncontained purpose
she listens as a mother would for the sound of her new born waking
swirling winds of strife begin to shudder her consciousness
she surrenders to the pleading of a salty meditation
a murky grey eclipse of self
a breathless weight of vacant thought
she proposes a gift from deep within her sense
the self-inflicted adversary emerges
he covets, masked in pride and intention
her sucklings eagerly guzzle the curd of vanity
sadly, she guides them towards the abyss chosen
she is left with residue of the delusion
she cradles them back to safe slumber
they remember not
the whisper of hope dissipates in rejection at her feet
her tide must return alone
she will be back for her children another day
STATUS OF SALT
Our staple food demands salt: Compulsory!
Unavoidable!
To digest or to taste
making palatable.
Dessert or beverage
liked by average
sweet dish to relish
But of course:
Cannot be a substitute
of salt-based main course.
In Bengali proverb status of salt is well-said.
“Debt of SALT can never be repaid.”
AND
VANITY
of Ocean and Sea
exhibiting aqua opulence,
storage of salt in abundance.
Strong SALINITY
in water’:
Unthinkable!
Undrinkable!
03/09/21
HM
' Salt ' Contest Anthony Biaanco
Once upon then when he was young,
He thought he was the best of the lot,
Better than all of the other folks there,
That he’d achieve all that he wants,
He was the best driver on any four wheels,
He could Scrabble like a champion at home,
And draw a good picture of mountains and trees,
And out-Tetris the Tetris alone,
Until, one day, he ventured out of his home,
Far from the small town he was raised,
And met a sports driver cooler than cool,
Whose driving put him in the shade,
And a master of art, with a brush in their hand,
Painted mountains as free as a bird,
And a computer savvy teen professional player,
Who served him up like dessert,
Once upon then when he was young,
He mistakenly thought he was the best,
Until he met the actual talented folks,
And he realized he was just like the rest.
We are in a business of vanity
All want to make their voice heard.
No one wants to listen, everyone wants to talk
Listening is a great skill which we are lacking,
We are delusional, thinking that talking can fetch everything
in life.
Many with their eloquence, try to mask their mistakes.
Like an eclipse which obfuscates the sun.,
We are trying to obfuscate others through our talks.
Many think, talking incessantly would glorify their personality,
It would only make sense , if they talk something sensible.
Listening to others, respecting others is imperative.
If you don't listen to others, no one will listen to you.
If you keep on speaking without allowing others to speak, no one will be around you to speak.
Well, here is the truth for you all,
since you had no idea you are a
part of one big scam called Poetry Soup
which charges you for the anthology
just so you can see your own poem,
so that means don't be upset because
you were not accepted into Anthology that
has close to a 1000 poets in it and even more poems,
they take everything and anything and pretend
like they had to read all of the works and then decide,
it is a nonsense and be happy that you did not get accepted!
My poem got accepted and i cant read it, because they want me to buy
the book just so i can see my poem in it.
Now this whole place could be a scam,
because if they can scam us through Anthology
that means they do not give three s about what we write!
Diverse Voices is a scam, Poetry soup is a scam,
the whole internet is a scam, and the only way
you will be able to accept this fact is to stop posting here,
and for over 20 years this scam has been taking our poetry
in exchange for profit of which we get 0. How is this poem for a change?
Truth hurts that is why nobody wants to hear it.
DIVERSE VOICES MY ASS!
Is there ever a time when it is too
Late to thank someone for all they have done?
On the contrary, I call to mind one
Very special person, whom I once knew.
Exactly describing her is the clue
To recalling our youthful days of fun.
How my heart was eventually won
Is the question that now stands before you.
She had the most radiant eyes of green—
Which were the prettiest found in the school.
Over her head, her blonde locks she would preen,
Making her face shine just like a jewel.
Always having pictured her as a queen,
Now in these lines, may she forever rule.
© 2021
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity