Not your poetry but mine

Welcome! To the pretentious club! where self-importance is the plot! Here we sit high above, though we have little to offer, we pretend we're a lot! Here, we wear our pompous hats of mediocre talent, and dance to our shallow beat! Oh! we're grand and glorious, you'd be lucky for us to meet! In the pretentious club we ride our tall horses, and look down as we pass you by with our noses held up high! Don't you dare call us out! you can't be what we're about! Our "humble" mask crumbles, but we continue with our facade, for we live, For each other's applause. ---1230Y2K19---

It feels good to be right, For certainty brings one comfort, correctness, self-delight, knowing the answer to all questions presented. But... Being right isn't always kind, being right can rub friends wrong, rightness isn't always righteous. Unlike kindness... kindness knows when to be silent, and when to utter the right words, kindness is gentle to others, kindness makes things alright, and if you take a minute to ponder this you might discover, that when you are kind, you are indeed, always right. ---1230Y2K19---

In Imagination land you can do what you like! In imagination land, you can fly underwater and swim in the sky, you can sleep on the sun and dance on the moon, In imagination land there's nothing you can't do! knit a blanket made of stars, drink tea with Mars, anything you want to do, In imagination land, it's all up to you! ----1230Y2K19---

I wait for the night. Each morning I wake, oh! I wait for the night, For days are of busyness noisy with duties, with clatter and tangles and plights. So I wait for the quiet, the stillness, the comforting darkness of night. Each day I wake, I wait for the night, I wait for the night. --- 1230Y2K19---