There’s no fool like a self deluded fool
who conjures up false wisdom in his mind,
his shallowness is tasteless and weak
not realizing that his eyes are blind.
Intoxicated on sweet wine of dreams
inept to sort the chaff from the wheat,
he’s plundered and ruined by vain passion
unable to split winning from defeat.
He takes his refuge in contradiction
closing down his mind from the truth,
conditioned by false concepts and precepts
one might as well ask God to be uncouth.
In his bid to dominate and lever
he never strays from egoistic views,
fails to see the error of his judgment
denying that there’s anything to lose.
Imprisoned in his cage of limitations
dumb ignorance is his hypothesis,
a fool who never knows what he is not
will therefore never knows what he is.
A contest entry
- #41 by daviscth.
300 points, ended February 11, 2008, 13 entries
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This is a great observation of the self-deluded. In some respects, I think we are/can all be a bit self-deluded. Perhaps its necessary in the sense that there is a gap between what we are and what we perceeive ourselves to be. The wider that gap, the greater the delusion. Perhaps this gap can only be closed by silence, a place even beyond reflection.
The final two lines are great and really help to play out to the end the contradictions found in delusional states. The third verse is a little off flow wise - are there too many syllables?
Overall, I enjoyed this and the title meant that I had to reas it, so it's done its job there. -
Thanks for including this wonderful piece in my prompt contest. I enjoyed it very much. It was really good!
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i really liked it it wasnt want i thought it was going to be when i read the name....
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I'm impressed with the concept.Such a broad topic.The shallowness of minds that are too proud of what they are and what they are not.
This was a worthwhile poem.
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What an brilliant poem!
I agree with the content and sentiments, said so clearly, and neatly structured. The exit lines are simply excellent:
a fool who never knows what he is not
will therefore never knows what he is.
Well done, Poet!
Myra
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