Short Self Indulgence Poems

Promiscuity
self-indulgence, did you wreak
you, did judgement seek...

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In this age of confusion, greed and self-indulgence 
A pope for the poor we behold
Great hope for humanity...

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Teasing us with its cover,
  darkness dances with itself 

Deep within the shadows
  of its blind self-indulgence

Prophecies unwritten
  die in murky condemnation
 
Giving birth to another lie
  —hiding from the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)...

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Death of Cheer

The world of self-indulgence robbed her day. 
She drank some sips of cheer along the way.
Some fellows came with smiles; and I must say.
They need not bother; She has passed away.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 26, 2010

Poetic form: Elegy...

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Self help does not always help self,
Self indulgence could be hazardous to self,
Self advertising can create ego too big for self. 

Self awareness comes before improving one self,
Self diagnosis does not make a happy self,
Self doubt is no excuse for isolating one self....

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The sin of Envy-
   a sin of self-indulgence
that scorns everything
   one can't do or have.
Envy hates- feels entitled-
   whether earned or not.


October 18, 2018

Contest: Bite-Size Poem No29 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Form: Choka  5 - 7 - 5 - 5 - 7 - 5...

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each artist is working in their own world
they share a studio, but none are aware of others
they are in a self-involved warp of coziness
one with their canvas, paints calling to them
each one in a bubble of self-indulgence,
distracted by nothing, comfortable in their cocoon of art...

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Crucial change of thoughts seems undesired
Persistent self-indulgence thrives
Pleads for reason lay in dust
And heart still needs mending!
Circumstance impel
Frozen in past
Must let go
Escape
Trap!

~*~

Note: Let the past go to embrace the best that this time has to offer.  My prayers 
are always for you....

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winter is becoming
my new best season
o how I’m loving
retired life
the hibernating months
of self-indulgence
the muffled nights
of glittery fallen snow
the soul-stirring feeling
of blissful seclusion



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SNOW WHITE~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on November 21, 2018...

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IF YOU WONDER*


Wonder not, my friend, that the 
buds of love seldom bloom in 
Men’s souls,   

It’s because of

The blizzard of self-indulgence that 
Hardly ever allows care for others to 
Defrost!  


© Demetrios Trifiatis

   10  OCTOBER  2013





*Answer to Jack Ellison’s verse: 

“What a wonderful place this 
world would be If love replaced hate in 
men's souls.”

From his poem “Eileen and I”...

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I saw an old man sitting by the road
His coat was torn, and his cap was low
It was clear he had no place to go
Life had given him too heavy a load.

I thought to stop and offer to share
To make his life a tiny bit better
Considered the apostle's simple letter
Possibly to entertain angel unaware

The pressure of time and place to be
Overcame my sense of charity
Only a moment to think of disparity
Before turning my thoughts to think of me....

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Fearless and ignorant 
Consumed by curiosity
Like a child, I am unadorned 
with the burdens of hate

Regardless of years surrendered
Or intellectual opulence 
I find no comfort 
In self-indulgence

Days are filled with intrigue 
Adventures born of imagination
Youth is the leash
Tethering the soul

Conscience confides
with reason
Neither holds the key
To peace of mind

Hope is never-ending 
A virtue paid in full
With calloused hands
And a strong will...

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She is my angel sent from above
Sent just in time and like a dove
Inspired this stubborn heart to soar
Abandon my self-indulgence; such a bore

She came along with absolute trust and needs 
Watched her grow as she planted seeds
Unconditional love within me grew
Groomed my heart; my regrets now few

Gratitude and merit I give to my King
For my angel and for mercy, both songs to sing
Invaluable lessons I have learned
Through her, multitude blessings I have earned...

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So many people do things
That they don’t do very well.
The strangest part, to me, is that 
They often cannot tell.

You know the type – the artists, cooks
And entertainers, too,
Who proudly peddle or perform
But haven’t got a clue.

They’re lucky to be unaware
That talent they do lack
And if they face rejection, well,
They’ll give it one more crack.

Yet if they get enjoyment
From their hobby or their work,
Perhaps that self-indulgence
Is sufficient as a perk....

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Gorging upon self-indulgence
while your soul lies starving in the corner
Dissociatively liberated from consequence
as the host endures accountability

Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction
(an accessible and depraved fantasy)
and basking in its soothing narratives
whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient

Dipping sporadically into a permeable
realm of artificial favorability
Detaching yourself from that which exists
to experience that which is merely theoretical...

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