Not That One
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Never have I understood,
Anyone seeking praise.
For what it is or what they've done.
To declare themselves,
More powerful than the Sun.
Rising upon the horizon.
Everyone to see it,
Each morning to anticipate...
And appreciate the doing for them to come!
Still I can not understand,
Or accept it understood.
If one had been talented enough with gifts.
How could they remain unconscious,
That others too...
Were just as equally blessed.
Yet,
Refuse to be among the ones...
Not seeking to express,
To be better than all the rest.
Then demand to be noticed.
For nothing more than exposing,
Ignorance at its best!
That kind of ego to have,
I am glad in my mind...
Never did I find for me beneficial.
Even with talents and gifts,
Shared I did to do to give.
And still not to expect,
Myself to be considered exceptional.
Or extraordinarily blessed.
Since these days I want more to learn,
From others that attract my curiosity.
As to how they can do what it is they do...
Without seeking attention.
Or wanting it mentioned,
That they too only want to contribute...
Possibilities of what can be done.
If they choose in their minds to use,
A staying away from seeking...
Adulation and praise.
To have it said,
They have what it takes to be successful.
If they only did it to convince others.
Instead of disappointing their expectations!
In a more in a more public way.
That could and would receive,
Adulation and praise.
Like many less talented get everyday!
To do nothing incredible.
But lie to themselves.
Hoping their egos will be raised to flaunt!
And that to do to flaunt?
Benefits no one excited to witness,
The abundance of it.
Freely given for the attention of it to get.
That's it!
Font size:
Written on January 13, 2024
Submitted by lpahtillah on January 13, 2024
- 1:49 min read
- 1 View
Quick analysis:
Scheme | abcdccexx xafghijkxixli xxmfxxmi xxhcxxcxlBxmxknxBnmdo ogeje |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,690 |
Words | 363 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 13, 8, 21, 5 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Not That One" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 10 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/178583/not-that-one>.
Discuss the poem Not That One with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In