Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

Demagoguery

You've reached the pinnacle of fame 
where double-speak's the daily game, 
so many words, so little meaning, 
popinjay, so skilled at preening. 

Posing for a photo-op, 
your perfect hair a puissant crop, 
your perfect smile a sickly stare 
which fools the foolish everywhere. 

Demagoguery designed 
to derogate the keener mind, 
a smile will hide what lurks behind 
the gross deceptions of your kind.

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Funom Makama February 28, 2014 at 11:10 AM Absolutely brilliant. Thanks for making my day. I have found it pleasurable to always begin the weekend with Poetrysoup because poets like you and poems like this do not disappoint. Have a lovely weekend

The Situation January 18, 2014 at 3:40 PM this is a piece of art. and smart. words thrown yes thrown hard enough to hit it's target. good job!!!

Debbie Guzzi December 15, 2013 at 5:14 PM So many like that it's scary they give no exterior clue of who they really are! Light & Love

Arthur Vaso December 11, 2013 at 8:15 PM Sorry for taking so long to comment, I was having my photos taken!!!! LOL Nice write Keith!

Debbie Duncan November 20, 2013 at 9:28 PM Love it Keith, I shall not talk about none, least I become what you say above ;}

Kelly Deschler November 1, 2013 at 5:04 PM Unfortunately, I have known a few people in my life, who are just like this. I try not to be a fake person, because I have experienced the pain, from the other side. A true friend is surely hard to find! This is a great quatrain poem, Keith. I love the deep descriptions. Excellent work!

Laura Breidenthal October 30, 2013 at 11:10 AM Great subject and so well expressed. Love everything about this Quatrain. Always, Laura

Kathryn Collins October 29, 2013 at 8:37 AM That burns under your inviting words. "puissant crop", "so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. " Lines of the gods. and new words for my cache (although I won't remember) love, Kathy

Ilene Bauer October 28, 2013 at 4:59 PM wow !you've really nailed someone in this one. i especially love the first verse...

Joseph Matose October 28, 2013 at 12:57 PM Great quatrain. I like the message....we're no longer true to ourselves. We're artificial people who misrepresent our inner selves with a false FACE. JM