Is it selfish
to want to be myself?
Even if that self
doesn’t care as much
as who I pretend to be?
Is it selfish
to want help
even though sometimes
I don’t want to help others?
Is it selfish
to be tired of being leaned on
like a tree holding stones?
Even if my trunk has bent
beyond repair?
Am I selfish?
Whispers draped in silver thread,
Promises soft, but sharp when read,
The tongue, a painter, skilled and sly,
Crafts a world from truthful lies.
A candle glows in shadow’s skin,
Light concealed where dark begins,
Hope is sold in fragile guise,
By merchants dealing truthful lies.
They dress the wound with tender care,
While leaving poison hidden there,
A smile can mask a thousand cries,
And truth dissolves in truthful lies.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the guise,
A clearer flame, unchained, will rise.
For though deceit may cloud the skies,
The soul remembers—truth survives
Two diverse paths lay,
The rough path tell the tales
Tales of what lays ahead
The smooth path tells no tales
Both lead to same destination
Our choice stared at us
The heart seeks honour
Rough path they thread
Their desire, they must not faint
The cheers of their leader,
Echoes through the lonely path
The smooth path, leader thread,
In honor, loyalty stand.
“Aye, my enemy smirk”, leader scream,
Strike down my foe, restore my name,
Bang! Bang! They strike,
In loyalty, they raise their blades,
Not at foes, but strangers fate forbade,
Children waits endlessly, stares at the stars,
For the one that promised forever.
“Aye, my enemy mocks me”, leader screams,
Strike down my foe - your honor to have,
Bang! Bang! They strike again,
Leader path lies Fortress veil,
Kin merry heart content
Loyalty forbade question
In loyalty, they loose it all
Selfishness looked out for herself
She was thrilled to do what she wanted
When she wanted
In the way she wanted
Without censorship, suggestions or having to please anyone else
Selfishness did not buy into funerals, graduations or weddings
She spent no time with her family.
She did not care to make a friend.
She never felt lonely or sad.
She loved her alone time.
She felt cherished and entitled.
Loving her ways.
Selfly Guh-Selfishness
I Like Things That Are Nuts.
Oh, That's Different.
Self-Referential Self-Centerdness
Self Guggldy-Guggg-Gugg-Undone...
Get Over Yourself...
Get It? NUTS!?! Ha-ha?
Honestly, Can Anyone Else Talk?
Don't Eat The Shell.
Huh?
-Gray Squirrel
05-16-2025
Oh abundant child without a care or whim,
Am I broken and beaten because of my sin,
Am I lonely and sickly because of mistakes,
Is your refusal to help me because I'm a fake,
If you close your heart to me this is no lie,
I will trust in God and sleep in the sky,
And you Mrs. Perfect what shall you do when you die?
A grasping tight hand,
World shrinks to a single "mine,"
Empty when alone.
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Whene'er I find myself alone and ponder,
My life grown small around me clamps my heart,
And fiercely beats the rain, fiercer the thunder,
I cannot save myself by any art...
And when within this prison of my mind,
I know that nothing good can ever be,
Where no ray of the Sun I ever find
It seems sometimes, I sudden, think of thee,
And then, all rays of Sun that once were lost,
And good things once forgotten, now may be,
Then I leap up and do not count the cost,
And break my bands and all at once, am free
Unbound, my heart ends rain, makes silent, thunder
Makes vapor, shades, and bursts the dark asunder.
Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
Money, money, money
Give me a penny,
I’ll stash it, I’ll hide it,
And guard it like treasure.
In his belly, a hunger
That can’t be fulfilled,
For gold and for riches
His greed is unmatched.
He pockets the profits,
The worker gives his all,
But when it’s time to pay,
The boss is long gone.
No thought for the world,
Just riches to keep,
He’ll chase every dollar
And never lose sleep.
She wove a tapestry of tender grace,
A silken thread of affection's embrace.
He, a tempest, a tempestuous soul,
Cast shadows deep, beyond control.
She, a beacon, radiant and bright,
Bathed him in the aureate light
Of her devotion, pure and true,
But he, oblivious, sailed through.
He, an incubus, a fleeting guise,
Lured her with illusory skies.
She, with an albatross of adoration,
Yearned for a flight, a love above.
But he, a maelstrom, dark and deep,
Dragged her down to the ocean's keep,
Where hope, a fragile, opalescent gleam,
Drowned in the abyss of his cold, cruel dream.
On one’s ability, nothing wrong to confide
needless gratification, glory hunting is wide
chances of victory from a one-man army divide.
Resilience that is bloated will be swallowed by the tide
seeking attention is their life, on a horse it rides
to condescend and to look down also riding side by side.
High-level difficulty to follow a guide
adopting modesty and quiet, the desire had lied
even in the smallest hole, self-importance won’t hide.
Everything seems beneath, so nothing to abide
the house caught a self-inflicting fire, and its residents died
the same report is of the properties whose landlords are pride.
An impotent soul wrapped with a police seal
Married a merchant and stopped bearing Jill
everyone must care, that’s how it feels
traps of superiority placed like banana pills
mutual respect losing every match five-to-nil
demanding the showering of majestic praises so unreal
that are schemed and manufactured from a rusted mill
to cover a void that can never be filled.
Confidence owns worth for self-respect and exaggeration to steal
me, myself and I, makeup the three-square-meal
ego prioritized, a major condition in every deal
insisting that the screws are not as important as the wheel.
It is always said that blessed are they who climb the hill
but they look down the foot of the mountain to see ants worthy of a kill
despite the accolades, undermining others is their zeal
loud on the success, louder on the associated vigils
winning comes with feathers, before eating the meat, you must peel
or else, there will be a heavy mention on destruction’s will.
He sits in silence, his words held tight,
A well of wisdom, sealed from sight.
His lips are firm, his eyes withdrawn,
As night falls silent before the dawn.
The world is thirsty, tongues run dry,
Yet he keeps still, lets truth pass by.
A lantern dimmed, a book unread,
His world's are lost in the wind instead.
He knows the path but guards the way,
Locks the door, throws the key away.
His heart is hollow, his soul a tomb,
A candle smothered, a rose in gloom.
In shadows he lingers, world's fade in the air,
He who has knowledge and won't freely share it,
Is what?
The real history knows how
To pick great men/women who know how
To serve, help, protect, defend and lead.
Great leader fights all the way
With his life, and never finds the easiest way.
Great leader fights against racism, corruption, greed
Selfishness, and protects his people at any cost.
Great men/ women stand their ground,
For everyone, regardless of the background.
History is an impartial judge.
History will absolve, and purge.
Copyright © November 26,2016 Lingerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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