The paradox of self indulgence
the insatiable attention
ever seeking appeasement
for moments of pretension
superciliousness, pompous twits
harvesting nought but disdain
disregard for the essential
seconds of triumph, endless pain
for whatever you sow
you must nurture and heed
or the beauty growing
may turn out to be a weed
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Again a beautiful one, June
killea: Thank you Wendy
killea: thank you Tessy
Beautyful poem Killea,
killea: many thanks Hettie
I wonder if a seed can be manipulated to be weed....
killea: depends on what is meant by seed/weed, everything can be manipulated Jan
in the essential we find the nurturing, always longing for warmth, the basics of our existence in that small seed, we call love
a pearl of poetry in deep soil!
killea: many thanks sweetheart
a perfect lyric for a deep digging song ...
try The Pretenders !
killea: Thank you so much for reading me Jan and your fine FB.....
tegen het kruidje roermeniet heeft raadzaamheid nog nooit een gevecht gewonnen
killea: many thanks Willy
I just stopped smoking weed ;)
killea: of course you did:)
It's like taking care of a garden, isn't it?
When de weeds overgrow the vegetables, it's time to clean up a little bit.
killea: yes it is Christine, thank you