Superiority

We all know (or have known) a person who suffers from Ignorant, Arrogant, Impotent asshole disease ( Superiority complex) write a poem with this person in mind, it can be about why you think they are this way, your pity for them, if you despise them or even if you feel superior to others, just write about your experience with superiority.

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Any style
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Two weeks
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Superiority

You think I don't know      
It's really you who is low      
Your Insignificance resides      
I see it in your eyes      
     
     
You see, I feel sorry for you      
Is this what you need to do?      
You are bored and alone      
Built yourself a throne      
     
Wake to your empty life      
So you go out to the street      
Kick a stray dog      
make sure he is beat
 
Do you feel better now?      
Are you bigger somehow?      
Superiority complex is clear      
It is you who holds fear      
     
False glory sustains      
Emptiness remains.

Not a great poem but you get the point.

Becsta~There's more than one, it's a global epidemic! Strider

“Mine, Not Theirs”
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Who are  
these faceless people,  
wiping themselves  
with dirty hankies,  
high on the bench,  
it’s mahogany.  
Where were they  
when  
I prayed daily  
for the rapture,  
a redemption  
from the sins  
given me  
in bygone days.  
They claim almighty,  
Oz-like,  
they are  
grin-less,  
while  
storm-troopers  
guard them  
in posh chambers
without eyes.  
Isolated in grandeur,  
they spend unwisely,
lie,  
misrepresent the code.  
Sadly,  
they  
don’t me from shinola.  
So,  
I  
write them  
an ode for remembrance,  
mine,  
not theirs.

Does it have to be a new poem? I posted one today that sounds like it just might fit :)

MissAngelic said:Does it have to be a new poem? I posted one today that sounds like it just might fit :)


Feel free to post your poem MissAngelic. Good luck

Very true Strider thank you for your entry :)

Shallow Snobbery

You're oblivious
to your
insidious side

you hide
behind the
moon

fed by a
golden spoon

superstar..

not
by far
honey

can't see past
daddy's money

if you had to
get off your
high horse

feel remorse

struggle like
us common
folk

you'd choke
my dear

on your
fear

head
stuck up
your ass
kinda lass

looking down
your nose
from your
pedistal

quite
the
fool

dealing with
tough times

like the
illnesses
in my
rhymes

such the
princess

you'd explode
with stress

can't have
mess

oh no..

money is
all you
crave

its all
you rave
about

no doubt

you think you're
something special

snobbery
bitching

then switching
at the click of
your fingers

but your
toxic distaste
lingers

if i smash your
heavenly throne

would it be
considered
misdone

i don't
think so

you're so
shallow

no one
would care

unless you
paid them
to be
there

to you have always been so proud


to you who have always been so proud
and quick to judge or criticize my every move
i ask what exactly is my crime

do you despise me for nature was
kinder to me than you found her to be
do you envy me my successes
never acknowledging the hard work
that went into earning them

do you wish you had my problems
without knowing all the trouble i have seen
oh i pity you poor soul who in your
self-made misery can only look
upon me with unkind eyes

So can I post an old one ?????

THE WOMAN WHO SNUBBED ME


I am better than you - she hinted

I have a wealthy doctor as a husband

He has an international reputation

You have no husband - no man wanted you

I am better than you - she stared at me

I come from a wealthy family

We have been here since 1894

Your parents are greeners, new and foreign

I am better than you - she implied

I have a doctorate from HARVARD

All you have is a Master's degree

I am better than you - she boasted

I have two male children

You were barren in your first marriage

Now you are too old to have them

I am better than you - she showed off

Her expensive clothes and shoes

You buy your clothes from Sears

I buy mine from Von Maur

I am better than you - she showed me her publications

Her husband had put her maiden name on each and every one

Where are your publications?  Do you have none?

I am better than you - my father was a noted Doctor

She never asked what my father did

My father was accepted into Medical School in Budapest

But could not afford to live


If you think WOMEN are KINDER than MEN - please THINK AGAIN

This woman married her cousin as NO other MAN would have HER

He was a GENIUS, but NUTTY as can be

Loved her so much - put her name on ALL HIS PUBLICATIONS

As for HER PUBLICATIONS - where were they???

Her family left Russia when there was STARVATION

They came here as POOR as my PARENTS DID

Being FOURTH GENERATION is different from being FIRST

Accumulated wealth and family HELPS

Her mother was no better, got pregnant in order to marry

Her father, the brilliant doctor, when shotgun weddings were common

I almost finished my DOCTORATE, when I got VERY ILL

I never asked for the illness, IT WAS NOT CAUSED BY MY BAD HABITS

My mother was so poor - when she was pregnant with me

She lived on RED CROSS HANDOUTS and now we know for sure

Children of the POOR are NOT AS HEALTHY

As CHILDREN of the WEALTHY


I have worked with MEN and they have been given a bad reputation

Working in an ALL FEMALE FIELD....shows you just how NASTY WOMEN CAN BE

They acted like little girls in elementary school

Shouting WE WILL NOT PLAY WITH YOU

Except this was in a UNIVERSITY

You would think they would ACT MATURE

But put women in a group together

It felt like a CHICKEN COOP

They will PECK EACH OTHER TO DEATH

With SUBTLE nastiness

I prefer MEN to WOMEN, WOMEN are NOT each others FRIENDS

They are COMPETITORS for the few pieces of STATUS they can GET

A rich and powerful HUSBAND, a house in FOREST HILLS

Two children who are intelligent, a live in nanny

And a job they took away from ANOTHER WOMAN

Who really needed it....she was single and poor

Just as SMART and HARDWORKING

But lacking in the things you cannot buy

Like CONTACTS, FRIENDS, CRONIES, MENTORS

To PAVE the WAY to higher ground

Where these people can be found.

Woe is She

She's high on her horse
she doesn't see it's a nag
She calls it her stallion
as she charges

She invokes, then stirs
drama at it's worst
Her shallow persona
a disaster, a curse

Believing herself
the cream of the crop
but anyone with sense
knows that she's not

Ranting so proud
of her conquests in life
which really amount to
causing plain strife

She'll assault you
sit back, and
wait to be praised
Like her evil is a skill
and proficiency pays

Her type is common
A fool, full of shit

in her tiny mind's eye
she's completely legit

.:Why Fester's Reign:.


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you & your hate crimes
your...cultural wars
festering sores
tedious terrible things
your offerings of
vile & vicious names
you’ve been
running the same old games
convinced; believing
yours should be the
worldwide preference
the same frame of reference
saying true…for you
I should make deference

you
the bigot
turn off your spigot
you’re picturing
populist relations
mostly out of focus
my feelings…the ones felt
not at all, they’re not bogus…and
I’m certainly not the one to beg
yet in still I’m made to feel
that I’m
on my last leg…the paranoia
invoked to soak right through…and
that’s only because of
villains like you..  
got to be the bad-bye to
what you…and
what you wanna do
the ways you refresh and
make evil anew
your terror; go figure
calling me nigger
yeah, go figure

discreet
then wilding out
doing what you do
but that’s up to you
again what’s the answer?
my loss, your gain?
no dude, that’s lame
you’re that calculating cannibal  
an inhumane strain
sometimes I’m left wondering
will you ever be tamed









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photo: kreddible trout

Narcissus

Your appeal
is entirely dependent
on the reflective surface
of your lust for me.

Your features
are never more enticing
than when they're twisted
in longing for me.

Your flesh
is at it's most tempting
when you're trembling
with desire for me.

Your eyes
are most alluring
when they're enraptured
and holding my image.

I'd love to kiss you
when your lips
burn hot for me
and when the taste of me
is still wet on your tongue.

If you want me
you're going to need
to worship me
as I rightfully worship
myself.

diddi said:So can I post an old one ?????

Yes old poems are accepted as long as you have not won any competitions previously using the same poem.

Strider said:Becsta~There's more than one, it's a global epidemic! Strider

“Mine, Not Theirs”

Who are  
these faceless people,  
wiping themselves  
with dirty hankies,  
high on the bench,  
it’s mahogany.  
Where were they  
when  
I prayed daily  
for the rapture,  
a redemption  
from the sins  
given me  
in bygone days.  
They claim almighty,  
Oz-like,  
they are  
grin-less,  
while  
storm-troopers  
guard them  
in posh chambers
without eyes.  
Isolated in grandeur,  
they spend unwisely,
lie,  
misrepresent the code.  
Sadly,  
they  
don’t me from shinola.  
So,  
I  
write them  
an ode for remembrance,  
mine,  
not theirs.



Great pic too Strider how do you post pics on the forums?