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Conceit

conceit and excessive pride of a poet cos last pill was so "right".

I coulda written that song, Purple Rain

I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.

The Conceit of Virtue

The truth accounts for a fiendish bill
But lies are sweet and lovely, still
Honorable tasks corrupt the will
The loyal betray for an easy thrill

Trust is a burden on brittle bones
Deceit makes light of painful groans
Faith declared: knees bend on stones! 
While pious deniers sit on thrones

Sincerity dissembles for your demise
Tricksters will only blind your eyes
Candor swarms the

Humility

Humbleness
(Free Verse)

Humble is a man who prefers 
To take fresh air in his garden
Than waste his time in a pub,
To be dressed in simple clothing
Than in expensive high class dresses
That bursts a whole in his purse.
 
Humble is a man who wants to live
In a small modest home
In the shade of green trees
On the fringe

Blame

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. 
John Burroughs

bursts of anger once ruined me,
my hopes and dreams, fear and doubt stole,
leaving pain as deep as the sea,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

pride, the pleasure of vain conceit,
ruined the truth that did console,
more smugness than

Conceit and Concept Collapse

He's perspicacious he thought
Logical science he taught
Absurdity filled his head
Though philosophies he read

Dust

Your hubris is exceeded only
By your inordinate narcissism.
You erroneously believe in your
Immaculate perfection.
You address your "inferiors"
Condescendingly,
In the mistaken belief that they ARE
Your inferiors.

You swagger and
Strut about like a peacock 
In full display; 
Intoxicated by its own
Beauty,
Blind to its 
Marred,
Scaly feet.

Head held high,
Eyes filled with disdain,
Heart swollen with pride,
Soul blemished by conceit.

Oh, lowly creature!
Moulded you are

Conceit

You are the moon. 

I can only admire you from a distance 

Can only ever dream of seeing you close. 

I talk to you, and you never reply. 

To me you are the brightest being 

But you don’t see when with all the stars around you. 

They are prettier. 

I could have chosen the sun,

A Pinch of Pride

A Pinch of Pride

                            A pinch of pride in the journey of life,
               

Conceit

I have power; this war I will win; Putin thought,
Hydrogen and nitrogen bombs war crews threw;
Ukrainian troops too like classic heroes fought,
Grief, fear, and rage within the hearts of people brew;
Volodymyr Zelenskyy, help from nations sought,
Some shammed to show concern; in truth, away they flew;
We're superpowers, the Russians float in pride,
It's then the Ukrainians took

Conceit

Sam walks like an ox with his gunny-box,
Naughty children count the holes in his crocs.
Some say there are ten large spots,
Others say they're like gun-shots.
Sam thinks they are praising his oxen-walks.

23 June 2021

To Bake Or Not To Bake

       In the mighty town of Stern,
       Non-cake makers, were thought of
       as lowlier than worms?

       If a pre-made cake was bought,
       Shamed were they

I and He, He and I

Walking up a steeply-ancient cobblestreet, old witchwomen observe
The young man passing, sweating blood.
He has his cross to bear,
His words to justify, 
Betraded for silver
His friends to forgive,
His life to forget.
A tangle of barbthorns is his armour;
He rules over death:
Looks well in a tomb!
Vinegar is his wine,
Children are his mentors,
Criminals are his company
His life was led

Prose Poem a Conceit

While life was in its spring, a stream in full spate down memory lane from a bygone time and place that experience articulated into voices of poetry.Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on rich in melody, a poesie of flowers floating on summer air and yet..such conceits can be but a bittersweet fancy 'twixt verse and

Dawn

Dawn

How to begin this day?
We all begin it in our own way.
Some frenetic, some memetic.

The worst way is to listen to
news.
So unconcerned about killings
of Christians and Jews.
But dedicated to do anything 
for ratings and some shillings.
All in the name of ratings winnings?

Listen to their voices,they think they 
are thespians!
Stressing drama and violence.
Never a word about goodness in

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