Short Self Deprecating Poems
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Read this in conjunction with my previous poem, when I wanted to be white
The Amazing Coconut. Why is it amazing?
It is like the people of India - Indians:
"Brown outside, white inside!"
those dead-ends are just around the corner
where deep calls to deep,
that infinite-in just beyond where we sleep,
in that dream we don't have any names,
no games, no blames, neither waxes nor wanes,
no hell of flames, no self-deprecating shames,
a place where we'll all happily greet,
in a tunnel vision where all dead-ends meet
He deserves a plaque
He so wanted a music school
but could not prevail
He was broken
by the dark side of the hill
He was at times self deprecating
forecasting his lack of success
always putting others first
because he thought it was his duty
He wrote an epitaph to Elisa Cope
and thanked Dear Marge for first love
One thing is clear
talent isn't always rewarded
Attempting to revive them
I felt my nostrils fill
With the bloodiness of their deaths
Determined I kept digging
My fingernails full of stench
of her hopelessness and despondency
You are in there! I told her.
I remember you.
But the problem is, she didn’t.
No matter how much muck and grime
I extracted from her beliefs,
I could not keep up.
She was a maestro at
generating self-deprecating
beliefs that kept her dendrite highway full of self-loathing
It is awaiting,
the prominent perfection I desire,
fingertips tracing insecurities,
media fuelling the fire.
The ideal takes reality,
burrows and distorts the view,
corrupting and twisting,
self deprecating smiles construe.
Along came a broken soul,
who desired the same perfection,
to stare at the ghost in the mirror,
and adore her own reflection.
As one we shall push,
rumbling and pain worth it all,
prevention can’t beat the cure,
or prepare to watch us fall.
Few who were as funny as you came after.
Wherever you went, the folks emitted laughter.
For a professional entertainer, you had a gift.
Your jokes gave us an emotional lift.
You described your life with “Fang” as self-deprecating.
Such humor was funny and stimulating.
When we saw you on television and the stage,
your style and delivery were all the rage.
We will all miss you as you have gone away.
You were a lady and a scholar in your day.
RIP Phyllis Diller
(1917-2012)