Together, side by side,
Shoulder to shoulder,
One destination, one path,
Sparkles in our eyes
Winds in our hairs
Two hearts beating as one,
We walked a synchronized walk
At even pace, at an even tempo
Smiles on our lips
Under a brilliant blue sky
with warm spring sunshine
carrying us aloft
on the wings of the breeze,
With love in our hearts
We were poised to soar high,
But then…
One of us went rogue,
became self-conceited,
cocky egomaniac and…
created God;
Fear made the other make the devil;
One created God in his own image,
In his own image the other made the Devil.
~05/08/23
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #1215
Categories:
self conceited, evil, god,
Form: Free verse
Our hearts have huge capacity
When used wisely
Yet so many hearts just hold
Selfishness and vanity
Love and attention for only self
No thought for another being
Visions only of appearance and ego
Eyes and heart unseeing!
Nothing natural in behaviour or looks
Applied and rehearsed for perception
Vain and shallow hearts
Prioritise their own reflection
Self conceited swollen hearts
Never to experience the joy of giving
Unable to set narcissism free
To know the gift of charitable living!
Categories:
self conceited, sad, self, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
A tree stood strong, fruity and healthy
on fertile soils of a volcanic landscape
a fairy forest ranger nurtured it on honey
and mulched it with jam and ice-cream
three beautiful fragile branches developed
but forest ranger was happy, self-conceited
birds and bats enjoyed its products in joy
an ornamental gift it was for the hills
then came blinding rains and storms
the first branch broke and rocked by thread
forest ranger hired bats as expert doctors
ones that see things creatively upside-down
to the stem they tied firm and secure
another storm came shortly yelling horror
the second branch resisted but gave way soon
again the wise bats fastened it to the stem
and the last branch suffered equal damages
but the broken branches began to dry
The birds thought bats did shoddy work
Led by Owl as keen and experienced doctor
antibiotics injections, drips were given
but the three branches became anemic, died
squirrel so amused shouted from a distant hill;
“Why waste resources on broken branches?
What if the dying old tree is lumbered, and
new seeds planted to grow new generation?”
Categories:
self conceited, satire, society,
Form: Free verse
My words are pert and curt
and right in right that's hurt
give them space or get disgraced
I am infallible do not come around my poems
give me my medicine and send me on pace.
If you do, I am teeth gnash and bare
take it bad like a scum hurled here
I may be wrong
but you have no right
to get in my sight
pick my mistakes and that shaded light
because if you do so
I will ask you to keep away
from my works
and give me back my dork
and if you persist
I will resist
through an ignore
hurt ass yeah!
take the spite!
wherever the rotten vermin enters
she sends the scare
knowing that she is on fry
entering any commenting club
she is shy
if she is allowed
in ignorance
her ego runs on mayhem
and everybody is soon on dare
she is a nerd that is hard to shake
a critique that is impervious to her faults
which she simply cannot hear
or make a corrective take.
A self conceited nerd that is fermenting in self crowned glory of artistic and linguistic
perfection-where the foul smell of self conceit precedes her by miles.Many smirk a nose at
the pariaah and outcaste.
Categories:
self conceited, lifeme, self, me, self,
Form: I do not know?