Self Aggrandizement Poems

I coulda written that song, Purple Rain

I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.

Woodpeckers in Silence

The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here it persists, leeches on the cadavers of real artistry, perpetuating a vicious cycle of backslapping mediocrity, as they vomit forth oozing saccharine, cliche-ridden tripe, and elevate it to the status of holy scripture. Quaint indeed. The stench of their ignominy is almost... palpable.

How does it feel to know that playing by the rules was your downfall, I said I would be the last poetess standing because I can do: abattoir hymns of crimson vortices shredding the children to rain sanguinary as viscera chunks hail from above. Sorry ai can’t touch me, it would freak out to even read that. I may not have won many contests, but oops. Hehe.

Smoke and Mirrors

lies and 		obfuscation
revenge politics 
           game of the day

extremists
       s  p  l  i  t 
hold hostage the government

power   money   
	self-aggrandizement
                                    rule

oaths of honor, loyalty
       strewn by the wayside

Congress in disarray
	called to a halt
					impasse

God help
	the American public

Seeking Flattery of the Crowd

Like a deadly drug, it makes us dance
Put our nose in the air, turn our backs .
Craven souls, want another chance.
Walking over friends, we call hacks?

On, yes we sign, love, but mean it not!
How many trophies can I win ~ I want!
More flattery, please, as we do begin,
On this racetrack of pride,self loved sin!

Classical poets here, very despised.
Only new poetry forms have a place.
We want only our names in the skies.
Self-aggrandizement, a sad disgrace.

               4/19/2023

Decisions

We are on a precipice of War
Yet you spurn the most skilled Knight
Just to stoke your selfish Desire?
You choose pettiness over the Realm

The tempest is Imminent 
Yet you let the chief captain disembark 
Just to assert your dominance against mutiny?
 You choose self-aggrandizement over Lives.

Oh Master!

War of Politics

The country is at war again
War of hustle and bustle for power
Power for self aggrandizement 
All in the name of democracy 

Birds of prey are in full flight 
Hunting for the Carcass 
Of the comatose nation
All in the name democracy

Friends are turned foes
Adversaries have become strange bedfellows
Scuttling shamelessly from one nest to another
All in the name of democracy 

The country is at war again
Tension and pressure everywhere 
This is the season of double-speak
All in the name of democracy 

Truth stands on its head
Lies of yesterday 
Have become truths of today
As mendacity has murdered credibility 
All in the name democracy

Hyphenated

This is what I am enjoined to be:
Hyphenated !
Bound to vacillate between self-aggrandizement and self-annihilation
I straddle two unrecognizable worlds
only to find solace in none
I am the begetter of my malaise
all made of ungraspable memories and deferred living
Unable to liberate presence from the grips of absence
I dwell on both edges of supposed being
that meanwhile refuse to be reconciled
?for fear that I dare reconstruct my long lost identity
There I stand
a hyphenated land
gazing at imposed images
donning the masks of free choice and self-agency

My Dance of Poetry

My Dance of Poetry

When my soul and I dance in accord,
Then and only then
Will I be able  to write my poetry.
I cannot get more than I give!

Yes, I comprehend the world is indexed
aselfish place,
Where to be number one muddles all
minds,
And we forget love is more than just
being kind.

To see we bless another soul, is indeed
a noble goal.
Gratitude for this gift of poetry comes
from God.
It's really not our own doing, I realize
that sounds so totally odd!

Staying true, writing my very best
That's all God asks~ it s a noble quest.
We write down our words, we think
They are terrific.
Others look at them as nothing more
Than a traffic ticket.

This is my personal mountain to climb.
To keep on going, even though, this eats
my whole day.
I'm not here for self-aggrandizement,
But to support others on our mutual-
soul trip.

Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
1:40pm PST

Citixens

Inept illiterate and corrupt politicians
Hail the Roman patricians 

Men and women depending on Buffoons
And an Orange haired tycoon 

Explanation  of standing positions
Require a doctorate in disinformation

Machiavellian court of intrigue
Policy and norms exhaust fatigue

Diplomatic and economic principles erased
Stature of women disgraced

Leaders stooping to obscene new lows
Standing in line for the Fox shows

Citizens disenchanted and propagandized
Blacks and browns disenfranchised 

What a huge disappointment in leadership
Down to the bottom drip by drip 

What ever happened to educated and refinement 
Religious principles for self aggrandizement

It Is a Nickname

What is mistaken so is
dire self-aggrandizement
by ambitious fellows
re-baptized by citizens
hijacked by opportunists
as true love for a nation
It is a nickname, a vanity

Mirror

MIRROR

so profane
looking me over
head to toe

a counselor
no - a judge
i’m ashamed

you shriek
infinitesimal fragments
fall to the floor
quite mad

i’m stuffed into this tiny dress
no one can tell me i’m too fat
but your teardrops whittle
at my self-aggrandizement

i cheat on my diet
swallow each shard
now you see my heart
and i can’t hide from your eyes

66 words
5/23/2017
One of five-70 words or less contest
Word choice = mirror
1st Place

Misconstrued Worship

Unload your appraised earnings
    in the collection baskets,
small price to pay 
    for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
    'pon gold filled prospered coffers      
within corporate excesses                  
   of enriched gaudy churches,
wondering when HIS word
  had begotten misconstrued
     in clergy's interpretations
      of powers' self-aggrandizement 
       and pontificating gratification;

whilst the huddled masses
    were starving midst the pews

Killing Elect

Though the bodies lay heaped
in gory blood-lust mass
and piled upon vitriol every curse
for the count of corpses
and innocent lives ended
such savagery they inflicted, stirred them not
nor awoke one droplet of remorse

So it was to champagne cork
to scented bath and opulent comfort
they returned victorious
and in each agreeable inhumanity
praised a demonic ideology
tossed their victims bones
from the plateau of banquet

To each addiction of self aggrandizement
the flesh and entrails of someone else's love
trampled below the viscous boot
in cold and soulless
the elitism of wealth
scorned beneath the rubble the life of child
and counted none but themselves of any worth

Such is the unseen war
in distance so far removed from home
but still with Armageddons bloodstained flag
blows on the heat of screams and nationalism 
and such is the filth of words
in ignorance and denial so listened to
appeases naught but the condemnation
of those who in hideous glee
consider themselves 
above the law
and better than
you.

To My Newborn Daughter, Years From Now

Standing high upon the knot 
In my ladder years,
I claimed to be the king.
Now, the crown horrifies me.
Still some gentle cruise is within me.
Like Saturn turned upside-down.
Would we notice the madness in the crème?
If there’s anyone that’s going to point the way for you it’s me.
Not out of self-aggrandizement, out of pure love,
And full, final redemption for all my short-comings.
How do I stop the avalanche?
Why do I feel I need to stop the avalanche?
Is it really an avalanche?
Or do I like playing with visions,
Responding to my own antics with mock melodrama?
Let the bizarre stay bizarre. 
I’ll be in the corner selling coconuts.

Enlightenment

Enlightenment

There is a path to enlightenment
Where wisdom can be found
But by this path to enlightenment
The soul is earthly bound.
The path that leads to Jesus
Demands repentance on the way
Forgiveness is the gift—
That ‘enlightenment’ cannot pay.

Enlightenment’s for self glory
Not the glory of our King
For it’s a works experience
That enlightenment does bring.
But to walk the path to eternity
Where self glory does not exist
We must first be repentant
To receive God’s ultimate gift.

Salvation and enlightenment
Are two very different paths
One is works for self aggrandizement
The other, a gift of grace on our behalf.
No works are required
For we cannot save ourselves.
That’s why Jesus died for us
So into works, we needn’t delve.
For works is not the answer
To eternal enlightenment
Rather through the Holy Spirit
And true repentance to be rent.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
www.maureenlefanue.com

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