Best Duplicity Poems
As I lay on sodden ground
Silence reigns,
There lays no sound.
I feel no pains
I have no displeasure
My heart interlocked by chains.
I feel great and euphoric leisure
I am in control I’m proud to say
Nothing can stop this pleasure.
I am feeling no guilt and no sorrows
Am I kidding myself to the actual truth?
Because even small ants cast long shadows.
I have passed the fountain of youth
I also been removed from past glory
Nothing is equable and nothing is smooth.
In truth this is not all my story
It belongs to another sod like me
We’re are not hunky dory.
One side of me is totally free
The other confused and fouled up
Both in me yet they never agree.
I can feel them but never see them close-up
Yet even small ants cast long shadows
So do I and I am going to shut up.
In the depth of darkness sounds, words, just words of meaningless consequence
Never was there a line so cold, so still, overflowing with too much to hold
Elegant lies weaved into one, the crash comes soon as the enchanted deception runs
Vivid colors, blood red pumps and with every word the mind carries the forbidden orb
Idolized perfection of thought and words, lips move as hearts tear, a lived lie rooted in flesh
Trivial tasks made into chores, that one line a promise of vows,rocks hide on crashing shores.
And with the hourglass runs out, sand poured drinks for the parched sitting on stools of doubt.
Bible teachings show guarantees, written in stone, did they know circumstance as these?
Lying now, even now as confessional insomniacs crawl in guilt, the pills to fall to that darkness yet
Even now in crammed spaces, dark rooms, the inevitable black of truth stains the white of lies.
Bound by preconceptions of what is and what cannot be,
we condemn and deny life's inherent duplicity,
that birds sing the songs of God is truly reality
and our thoughts and dreams take flight like leaves from an autumn tree.
R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.
L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.
I was deeply in love .
I did not know why our relationship should not be.
He said let’s get marry.
I begin to write vows for our wedding.
We planned our fusing in late June and he canceled in early May.
The message said:
I canceled our nuptial because I am already married.
I am pregnant and do not know what to do.
I should have never had sex with you boo.
You have canceled our wedding ceremony because you are conjugal.
I have been damned by my own desires.
This cancellation is unkempt.
You have deceive the wrong person.
Therefore, our life will meet again.
A healthy child I will deliver.
A normal life I have been given.
The receiver of the message said:
I refuse to let you out of this when I am pregnant.
However, our separate ways make sense.
In the future, we will meet again.
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Penned on May 23, 2014!
He swallowed my heart with a greedy smile
and the world began to bend
Although I sensed an emptiness
He swore he was my friend
So I parted with a sigh
and He smiled to himself
while picturing my timid heart
upon his trophy shelf
Duplicity seems
the eagles's keenness,
to impend and kill
the marabous that rest,
too insecure, into
the dusky and calm sunset...
Without vigilance
no prey is seized by claws,
the warm flesh must bleed
to make it painfully croak;
crudities aren't fit
for a bloody, raw palate...
Duplicity shapes
the hawks' narcissism by greed,
to fret the geese that
plan no imminent escape;
they may seem robust,
but they lack all required strength...
Sanguinary hawks,
which frail fowl can satiate
your brute appetite?
Hunters seek your hidden broods,
as you seek your preys
for a delicious buffet...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
'Yelp's' a lark, (truth indeed?), maybe servant of greed?
You want 'natural' ratings? Please your advice heed!
Now your model for earning seems blackmail at best,
You pollute client's site with competitor's ad,
Which you'll clear if we pay (proof intentions are bad),
Even Satan can see that Yelp fails 'morals test.'
Many think it'd be nice if Yelp charged a fixed price
(For your model for business strikes me like a "joke!"),
Makes me wonder if someone is not smoking "coke!"
Your assumption the customer's wallet's on ice!
"Good grief guys! How to demonstrate our site is real?"
"Let's pretend algorithm is proof of square deal!" (1)
I have problem with that; few folks sit where I've sat,
No computer is better than logic's format.
Perfect code can't exist for man writes it, just us,
Maybe God knows intent of reviewers at large
But it's clear that Yelp can't, though they might overcharge,
And to obfuscate things throw truth under the bus.
When Yelp stands on 'Fake News,' "CODE BLOCKS TAINTED REVIEWS,"
That's duplicitous (flawed humans write all their code,)
(You can sing this you know for my poem's an Ode.)
Can't deny that some cheat (but that's largely a snooze,)
Wise phrase 'caveat emptor' means "Buyer beware!"
Could it be, Yelp just wants to push us down a stair?
Long Tooth
October 1, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) "Fake Science" is no better than "Fake News!" If I am right, Yelp should be held accountable for deceiving the public, for their claims of effective computer monitoring seem self-aggrandizement and exaggeration. The protection from fake reviews they say they offer consumers fraudulent for the same reasons! NO HUMAN can do what they claim that their algorithm does either! Also, there are far too many reviews to handle even if human censors might divine review hype on occasion! The volume of reviews is certainly a good reason for Yelp wanting to have a computer that can do it, however! I suggest their algorithm is "Hockey Puck!"
This is not as good as it gets;
You needle and it stimulates,
joy your hard nose eliminates;
Screw your limits; Screw your limits;
Don’t ask for attention from me,
I’m something you don’t care to see;
What is the new song gonna be?
Duplicity, Duplicity.
I’m adjusting fixed positions
On opinions and deductions
From now on breathing other airs
I have a stack of fresh instructions
I let go of once held handle bars
Veering off from straight line steering
Riding curves requiring nerves
Whilst watching stances disappearing
Chancers wait to try it on
Consider risk-maintaining stakes
Ask what can we afford to lose
Whilst still expecting lucky breaks
The joy is greatest
Pain equally substantial
The source is the same
Duplicity
Is there a person present beyond the plastic shell?
The AI generation exemplifies artificiality
The same plastic makeup that is prevalent in humans.
Are we people, or are we robots with artificial intelligence?
Devoid of real feeling and emotion, fixated on self.
While our fellow men waste away,
Their calls for support and help lay in vain.
We remain fixated on money, on gadgets on flimsy values
Hypnotised by material things, by disposable whatnots.
Gone are care, compassion, role modelling, and humanity.
Selfishness, greed and egoism have entered our lives
Truth be told, we are not moved or touched by anything!
The God-created human form and being
Sadly replaced by machine learning, by robotics by codes!
We are deaf, we are blind, we are retarded.
We live in a disposable world, a world destined to crumple.
We replace organs, goods, people and entertainment
By computer graphics, AI tools and 3D printing.
Are we using intelligence? Are we using our God-given brain?
Or do we mimic the robots, the AI Gods and the Handbook for Dummies?
One never knows, I guess, even this work may be from outer world.
The wind seems a song of placidity
As it passes through the meadow near
But I know it’s a harbinger of treachery
Soon, from sudden blasts of Arctic air.
They say a snowstorm is imminent
We must quickly prepare for the worst
A drop in the barometer is prominent,
And folks in our area are well-versed.
The grocer’s shelves are nearly bare
Of staples like bread, milk, and cheese,
The wind has begun to pick up there
In the meadow and through the trees.
written January 16, 2022
Duplicity
Heaven and earth reflecting
Serene and rugged
Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen.
The duplicity of solitude,
— thinker and thought
The lies we tell ourselves,
hoping never to get caught
In darkness, living behind walls
that conceal
Our thoughts from our feelings,
—masquerading as real
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2011)