Today’s world-- weird, far too sure,
And looking too far gone for cure,
Where confidence is power,
Overconfidence, dour,
I wonder a curious
Smug look that lacks focus
Can take me far vaguely unsure.
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Tongue-in-cheek |20.02.2025| world, humour
Marvelous redheaded ballerina think she is petite
I think her overconfidence is truly rather sweet
Her tutu is a bit snug, but I find this endearing too.
Grateful that I no longer feel I have to wear a tutu.
Many dogs of different breeds participated in a race. Dogs were so excited because free food for one year is at stake. The dog race is the yearly adoption program for owned and stray dogs in selected communities. Whichever dog wins, the winner will be adopted by the sponsor for one year.
In the early going of the one mile-race, a Collie and a German Shepherd were leading, but in the end a smaller and less popular dog won the race. Everybody was surprised because the winner is a poodle.
Many dogs asked the poodle how he did it. The poodle said that the collie and the sheperd were arguing about the lake on the side of the road as to who is the better swimmer. Due to overconfidence, they swam for a while because all other dogs are left behind in the race. They even swam against the water current, proving who has a better stamina.
The poodle was only one meter ahead of the early two when the winner reached the finish line.
based rather loosely upon all the misinformation we receive
we latch onto opportunity to decide what should be believed
propelled by wants and needs, racing headlong toward uncertain future
forgetting day shall come when none remember who, what or if we were
obscuring right and wrong, hoping results cause consensus to appear
over the tortured course of many a long and distinguished career
guided ever onward by words and solemn wisdom from those who weren't
living an existence which we will claim to be fully transparent
overconfidence codifying into shining satisfactions
hiding the attempts to equip our lives with selective redactions
struggling tirelessly to establish the very nature of what is
careful measuring of murky depths shows how unwise placing trust is
eventually becoming lost in process of analysis
The Bargain
I was an Angel once
Jealous of mankind
Jealous of their lofty dreams
Their overconfidence
How could they aspire
to such greatness
With so many limitations
Yes I was jealous
For Angels do not know passion
We are sexless creatures
Love is but an idea
Our heart’s have a formless void
We have to many hours
Nothing of note occupies our minds
Sure our Father gave us wings
We possess great strength
We can control the winds
Still we do not have His full favour
That belongs to the humans
What is an Eternity without dreams?
We have no need of sleep
Gluttony has no sway without appetite
I possessed no great ambition
My one purpose
My only purpose
To protect the humans
Those oblivious beings
Even those who did not believe
So dear friend
I made a bargain
Choosing to change places
Him, he always wanted to fly
Eternal life added to the bargain
Fifty years go by so quickly
I did not know about aches and pains
Love and passion were fleeting things
My ambition was blind
Now I am destined to meet my brother
The Angel of Death will come for me
He will not recognize me
For I relinquished my wings.
The sea is a wild feast -
my heart in breast beating.
The sea, a hungry beast,
tug of war competing.
My feet dissolve in its wake.
I wade out to meet the waves.
Ebb and flow of friendship.
Salty air above my waist.
The wind sloshes my lips.
My cheeks, a blush sunbake.
I dive into the sublime sea.
Turquoise eyes of treachery
allow my vivacity and glee;
kindness swashed with brevity.
Breathless - make no mistake,
I listen to mermaids’ environs,
avoid pitfalls’ overconfidence,
cover ears, stave off sirens,
not greedy for DL opulence.*
Finless and feckless mistake,
if I find myself too far from shore,
arms and foam in dosido,
afraid and pleasured by the roar -
in fearful pretense, I’m paddling slow.
For the dorsal fin of ship, I ache.
Calypso music distracts on deck.
I leave my lover far below unchecked.
Climbing like a pirate to wreck
the captain’s safety, the sea at my neck.
Drowned in seaweed silk; bound and awake.
8/30/2021
*DL - Davy’s Locker
the clever ones are tightening nets
'round the neck of the masses
who
swim in the mist of
overconfidence
under a flimsy umbrella called faith
but the blood net is closing fast
soon the masses will panic
thrashing into one another
like mad stars swirling in
then devoured
by massive black holes
called deception
they'll be winched onto the deck
hooked -then stripped of amendments
steaked -put on display
buried in mass graves
extinction being the final stage
their obit will read;
lived freely until death stripped them of their
APATHY.
So much sorrow and failure I see.
All are shipwrecked in life's angry sea.
Be it illness, divorce,
rack and ruin perforce.
The exception, of course... will be me.
I can do this I say for it is usually true.
Not this time though.
Sixteen people offer to help.
They cannot do it either.
Are all these parts from the same computer? One asks.
A snotty question but we are all wasting our morning.
Not sure, I admit.
They tore down sixty computers yesterday.
I grabbed what I thought I needed.
Weird for me since I am in no way a computer genius.
The fourth girlfriend that helped me grab the stuff
Pretended to know which stuff I needed.
I am no longer sure her overconfidence was truthful.
In desperation I called my
"Who do you call" super hero guy.
My husband drove over, a thirty-six minute drive.
He brought extra pieces and cords.
Played with in for about a half an hour.
Dragged the CPU home to “fix”.
It looks like it now works.
If I plug the right things into the right places.
I am kidding no one.
He will bring it back and hook it up.
There is no other way.
We were going for a match,
My team members were happy.
But, I was not!
I was in deep thought.
My squad was in confidence.
But, I was not!
Later, because of her I got overconfidence.
But, my confidence was in darkness.
Even though my confidence was in darkness.
Yet, she was reason of my happiness.
Even she wasn't in my team.
But, I thought she supported me as a beam.
I know, when I first saw her.
I lost the match before performance.
Perhaps, due to her resonance.
Or due to my overconfidence?
Then, I was unable to understand.
What is happening with me?
But, even today; I don't know.
Why I lost the match before performance?
I don't know!
Why?
Is due to her resonance,
Or due to my overconfidence?
Checked unchecked all contains mistake
Reel or real it's not big a deal,
it's normal to do mistakes
it's ok not to be ok.
Fall down get up, feel when hurt
Now, you know how to deal,
mistakes makes you awake
high time to be alert.
Overconfidence or out of fear
perfection becomes imperfection,
Work with zero mistakes
always seems to be fake.
No stepping back ,it's just a test
you are on venture to become best .
EXISTENCE
Are you feeling the sense of overconfidence
Life is actually interdependence
Let's praying together for the consistence
Time will prove that we are right of our existence
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 4, 2017
The sphinx holds secrets,
meant to remain secret.
Ancient secrets, alchemy,
are not meant for uneducated minds.
Those ignorant of this ancient lifestyle,
must never know the secrets.
Modern minds are incapable of controlling,
modern technology;
ignorance and overconfidence,
can destroy universes;
such has been, too many times before.
Past civilizations,
on the road to techno-marvels,
self-destructed;
Atlantis, Mu, Lemuria, are among them…
cowering beneath Neptune’s waters.
Tthe human species,
pursues destruction,
more than anything else.
Sphinx is wise, to protect her vault.
When the species,
collectively realizes it’s own failings,
Sphinx will divulge the combination,
to unlock her vault.
Sexy confidence.
But, that overconfidence
Could spell destruction.
***This, the sequel to my "Cocktail Lounge Debut".. A better understanding will come if
the first poem is read....
Details flood, organized his
mind.
Cocky, overconfidence looms.
He is the feature poet
tonight.
Famed now, the crowd
roars.
A vacation from all their daily
chores.
Three stories to read
ReAdY..
Steady, no trembling, he's
ready.
His name "Asavvy1"
Called over-head,
cheering, applauding, inspiringly
led.
Feeding off his words,
He feeds off their silence.
He knows they feel him,
they love his diligence.
Jared Pickett
10/14/09
Asavvy1
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