Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
Categories:
superficialities, vanity,
Form: Dramatic Verse
dark clothing
dark skin
dark place
may be
but
dark sees
the realities of life
beyond superficialities
deeper meaning
happiness and light
laughter and love
aware
of life
Collection: Life
Written: December 2019
Categories:
superficialities, dark, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
I walk the broken asphalt streets of a once proud city
Where proud monuments still stand tall and sturdy
Built to honor patriots; dedicated men of yesterday
Men who knew the meaning of honor and integrity
Men who sought office not for power or riches
But for the love of their country and her people
And I cringe at the thought, were they alive,
How infuriated they’d be to see
Broken hopes dried up and tossed aside
Broken promises crumbling like the broken streets
Broken citizens peacefully protesting
See them tempted to revolt
As they plead for their children’s tomorrows
See the broken system and a bureaucracy pregnant with errant ways
Hypocrisy no longer hides her face
She flaunts her wares with ease
Emboldened by ill-gotten wealth
Blind to the writing on the wall!
If alive today, we’d hear them cry,
‘Tear down these Billboards of blatant lies
Break the platforms of clever rhetoric
Put an end to infantile bickering
Erase all the superficialities
Wake up to your reality
In the final analysis
One simple truth remains…
Each of us will exit this stage
As naked as we came!
Categories:
superficialities, angst, political, integrity,
Form: Free verse
Sit down, you say.
Relax and breathe.
Tell you what is on my mind?
Concentrate, please.
Close my eyes and think
Of answers to satisfy
The questioning hour.
Let the words come.
Tell you anything;
Anything at all?
Why I feel that way?
How I think they feel?
No pressure.
In time I will speak.
Patience - Patience is
The golden key to open my mind;
Open my mind and
Banish these feelings.
Look at me:
In my eyes you see
Indecipherable emotions;
Unseen adhesive of silence
Present on my lips.
Sadly, time is up, you say.
Goodbye, see you next time.
Time will always leave to
Earn more superficialities.
Time does not allow
For genuine concern;
It denies any progress not made.
So I think quietly to myself-
Can time really help you
To help me;
When the time comes,
Will I ever know myself
To truly help you
Help me?
Goodbye, see you next time,
But I said instead.
Categories:
superficialities, confusion, life, people, recovery
Form: I do not know?