Disturbed by the interruptions
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!
An anchovies and lemon sweet
caper sauce was an alternative
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after
The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances
I spoke out
A yearning calls
But, is it of the heart
Could be a yearning of a selfish pride
A secret to gain self-glory
A trek of agony
To forge through this life
For the glory of self-satisfaction
Is a short lived story
Once again with shovel in hand
You dig deep to portray a fictitious facade to begin your story
And then along comes the day
To face all your truths
To remember all your secrets
And walk the road you've paved
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I saw this man subdued in chains
A life of ridicule he lived each day
Perhaps, born with a heart of love
But, the world and all it's expectations
placed him within
a dark crevasse
Be careful Oh people
Of all the words you choose to say
For some people are vulnerable
And the cost is more than they can pay
Could It be a lonely soul dreaming of a chance
To fit in and find acceptance...
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for the world and all its trickery hands out murmurous words of doubt
Alone and desperate
For this man
I spoke out
Displayed self satisfaction
Thought we shared
A crack in your smile
Who knew you cared
Can't remember the sound of your moan
A parade of lights all alone
This city used to feel like ours
Voices ringing with the same story
Like they did long time ago
For it's the only thing they know
It's the only thing they can do
To jabber behind someone's shadow
Vilifying day and night
They're like parrots jabbering
About how sour a grape is
For they failed to plant their own
Or they themselves don't have that kind of value
They hate beautiful things
Because they simply can't see beauty in themselves
They only like doing and saying foolish things
Because it's the only thing they know
Like it brings them ultimate self satisfaction
In tones of frenzied feelings,
Rage, responding to rage,
Chiseling on the stone, a heart
Dusted with doubt, jealously,
Hesitant to believe
There was once a gentle light,
Glowing like glittering diamonds
In eyes – soft as the music
Soothing the darkness and risking
Everything, to say…
Yes, despite it all, the marriage,
The light glistening in eyes so wide,
The beautiful of a bond,
Despite the fight between two,
Who know that forever…
Forever can bring them back together,
There are tones of darkness,
Frenzied thoughts and feelings,
Stirred by rage, blaming the hurt,
Feelings who bring with them…
The need to be right, above all else,
Prideful and glowing with vanity,
Bleeding conceit, arrogance – self-satisfaction
So that, not only is the marriage dissolved,
The feelings, they bleed with a wound…
So deep it can never be resolved,
It erases even the sweetest memories,
As it resonates with superiority.
BULINGDON BOYS
Bogus ! Bullingdon boys !
Engaged in chaotic noise,
raising cheerful voice
but not pretty sight.
All are out at night.
Bold Bullingdon lads !
Made basically mad,
Yet frolic and glad
but never to enjoy
with so called good boy.
Brave Bullingdon guys !
All male , not in guise.
No way to compromise .
Fanciful jolly roguish,
quirky, waggish, impish.
Bullingdon boys run wild,
belonging to stormy guild
Unruly and non disciplined .
Dizzy, whimsy, crazy.
In worthless job , busy.
Bullingdon boys do no harm,
Athough always raise alarm
and can’t bring any charm
to polished sophistication.
Absorbed in self satisfaction.
04/ 07/ 23
Bullingdon Boys
Contest by Joe Maverick
Ditch greed, self-satisfaction, and selfishness.
Break free from the high-stress atmosphere.
I aim to overwhelm myself with full awareness.
wasting my breath by uttering worthless fear.
Break free from the high-stress atmosphere.
Cast wayward in the raging wind and thick fog.
wasting my breath by uttering worthless fear.
Grief breeds faint hope as it dilutes grim slog.
Cast wayward in the raging wind and thick fog.
This is a purification treatment for myself.
Grief breeds faint hope as it dilutes grim slog.
Flown over streams, lakes, and the house shelf
This is a purification treatment for myself.
Swimming in my huge ocean invites me back.
Flown over streams, lakes, and the house shelf
And moon-glazed seas send me to sleep track.
Swimming in my huge ocean invites me back.
I aim to overwhelm myself with full awareness.
And moon-glazed seas send me to sleep track
Ditch greed, self-satisfaction, and selfishness.
Written: February 17, 2023
When did we lose days when truth was high,
when friend was a friend, years unending;
Government could look us in the eye.
Before hurling insults was trending,
seems like it was many years ago.
when we hid words that were offending.
The drug scene was pending; we didn't know
Facebook was, thankfully, then unseen
Heros in space was our nightly show
Today's world has dissolved into mean,
self-satisfaction its new refrain.
Perhaps science found hidden hate gene?
Prolific drugs causing pain and gain.
Streets are the beds where homeless lie.
Children, babies in obvious pain.
Some walk by not hearing silent cry
Who'll save us all from upheaval street?
Mother Earth shudders and time grinds by.
Our song became a discordant beat.
How will it end? At best bittersweet.
December 29, 2022
for Now and Then Poetry Contest
by Unseeking Seeker
Song imprisoned
Lone musician
engrossed to play violin.
Resonance ripples
on prelude to interlude.
sinking in self consciousness.
Self-oriented!
Releasing emotive urge
in joy and sorrow.
None to share, none to listen.
Rhythm of tune to glisten.
An enlightenment:
An ethereal ecstasy:
Self satisfaction.
Alone artist enjoying
mystic morose melody.
Lone bird imprisoned
in cage stoops being drowsy.
silent, no whistling.
It has forgotten to sing,
dreams of open sky in vain.
10/27/22
Image no. 3 word count < 165
Painting Prompted
Contest by Lisa YY
Deliver me from the arrogance of self-satisfaction
Feeling content in myself, as though I needed no one,
Thinking of others as no more than a distraction
Failing to acknowledge how many helped me run.
Owing gratitude to the many mentors in my life
They share the trophies for victories I’ve won,
Many were there guiding me through the strife,
“No man is an island,” said poet John Dunne.
It’s so easy to boast and say, “I did it my way,”
Few, certainly not me, made the journey alone
Every one of us has many debts in life to pay,
Without a sculptor, we are rough-hewn stone.
So, let’s take a few moments this fine Sunday
Recognizing those who, for us, paved the way.
Written October 23, 2022
Some love provoking the comfortable
Raising the ire of those set in their way
Stirring up tension among the implacable,
Start embers glowing, then walk away.
They wear the smirk of self-satisfaction,
Troublemakers are consistently annoying
Making inane arguments for a reaction,
Argument for argument’s sake enjoying.
Nasty creatures they who poke the fire
Leaving disgruntled feelings in their wake,
Seems they always want to nurture ire
Between their companions discord make.
With every intention to walk unscathed
While hurting feelings of foes and friends
Ever quick to fan the flames at issues raised
Then especially reluctant to make amends.
Written September 24, 2022
Arrogance rests on the spectrum of ignorance
Somewhat camouflaged by its superior air,
I surmise one requires huge gulps of intolerance
To maintain equilibrium teetering there.
“Pride goes before a fall” intones the holy book,
It does not appear to discomfit the haughty
Who traipses through a life without a second look
To monitor their poor behavior so naughty.
Neither do they respond when called on to explain
Their attitude so warped by self-satisfaction,
Some have suggested they are marginally insane
I rather think they are soiled with putrefaction.
These narcissistic fools so in love with themselves,
Believe they merit a place on museum shelves.
Written September 21, 2022
In a three -storey building, with great walls,
Lived a girl who spent her day with dolls.
One day, her family happened to leave in a car crash,
Leaving her alone with their Ash.
In their three- storey building.
Near lived a shoemaker of great skill,
Accompanied by self- satisfaction and a great will.
And a family of three to feed,
But not a three-storey building to reside.
The girl has everything, but happiness is on leave,
The shoemaker still has more memories to weave.
All was the plan of destiny,
To make the girl struggle at a tender age,
Or to keep the man happy without any penny.
an
essential focus
self-analysis
of the
instinctive urge
a contrast so stark
explicit
invisible
as
explosive
exploits are portrayed
a mantle
of a perogative
whipped
manipulated
yet so delicate
in self-satisfaction
self-irony
to the fore
sensibility
so friable
lacking solidity
as
fluidity surfaces
the immediacy
pauses &contrasts
as formal
tension
is magnified
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Let me not be so distracted by the nay-sayers
For whom everything seems to be doomed,
With those who rely on holier-than-thou prayers
Help me not to allow myself to be consumed.
May I find myself giving out optimistic strokes
Looking for the good even when things are sad,
I want to take an Anne Frank approach, folks,
Even if things turn out to be unbearably bad.
Truthfully, things aren’t as devious as many think,
Just because some things aren’t going their way
Our country is not teetering on disaster’s brink,
Save that cliched trophe for a more gloomy day.
As I see it, we’ve had far too much distraction,
Polarization, divisiveness, unadulterated lying,
Leaders relying on their own self-satisfaction,
Unwilling to consider other ways worth trying.
Can we not consider the outside possibility
That we have relied on purveyors of fake news
Who brought us many rumors told willy-nilly
With badly skewed and worthless views?
written December 12, 2021
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