Vanity Prose Poems

The holy and sacred river of India,
Starts its coarse and lumpy journey from the all mighty and staunchest Himalayas. 

Its creation and origin from the...

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I go to move the clock on your nightstand, but hesitate.
That’s where you always liked it, so I leave it in place.
Should I clear the...

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O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice

O' that our sad and vain glories wouldst suffice
to soothe our nightmare moods, their poisoned queries
angry shadows...

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Black Rat;
        Laying on your stomach in the grass.
Looking so alive by the ant-hill;
    ...

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It's said 100 million Americans watched the Superbowl, which like a religious event is held on Sunday. I wonder if 100 million Americans have ever...

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Old Age

The hours pass like beads on a string;
Each like the other in orderly array.
They march forth in military lines,
Each preceded by another.

The pain comes...

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On My Blindness

I'm going blind;
Blind from picking roses in the graveyard.
Blind from being what I'm not.
Blind from being what I am.

I am losing my sight;
Once...

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The gravity of the wave of deceit has pulled political integrity
To its lowest ebb and flow, smothering morality with quagmires
Of electorial power abuse...

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Why do I love poetry? Well, it's none of the usual: beautiful words, lofty thoughts, noble sentiments. I can get all that from Tolstoy or...

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A countenance of shining silver..
was a cheerful lucent mirror.
Sparkled on the cheeks ..
droplets of woe and tear.
The grief of grimace flushed..
the glitter was all disappear...

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Get into Shape.

It's now or never, its time to get this flesh into shape.

No excuses, no dithering, I'm starting today, the goal is to

get into...

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Out of the day, veiled
in curtains of deceit and lies,
on the wings of realities I sail,
dispelling inferno-like evil cries.

Bullies come in all shapes and forms,
practicing...

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I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)


Not until you have been 
‘bused and scorned like me,
can you ever know how it is...

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Letters to you

The undenyable,
the sanctamonious,
the one I will wait for,

No evil to fear,
no sweat to avow,
and nothing that I am not,

I wondered for years whether...

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I made love - felt like I hadn't shaved for  24 hours,
went outside, wet, got caught in some snow showers,
white specks on a black...

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I looked 
into a mirror;
it looked back at me—
a stunning reflected glow
of regal beauty.

In mixed reality,
I brushed a naked smile
of blessed vanity
and stood there for...

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Failing to succeed, succeed in failing,
And the people,  they laugh and scorn
He just wanted to die
The blunt scorns of people numbed his brains,
And the...

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~~~ Naked Truth ~~~
We often feel
The society is filled with
Love, affection, adoration and romance.
But, the flabbergasting naked truth is something
different.
It is not the apparent.
The world...

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Lesser gods, dressed in mortal boxes, 
have the power to build a utopia.  
Their choices, have built a hell, instead.

Human error; ego-driven, 
horse powered...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her...

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