Best Faked Poems
Finding love is our unsure heart’s goal as edged on by our confident souls.
Some journey through life with love as their primary dream, only
to give up after giving all to failures’ torturous theme. They may
wish their constant dream to unfold, but cannot befriend the lonely,
dark hole that mocks the intentions of their soul. For many, ‘tis
when heart hopes completely dim that fate itself delivers the right
her or him. When true love is meant to be, it shall appear and
reward every lonely, fallen tear.
When true love wraps you in its infinite folds,
there is nowhere else you will need or wish to go.
When you truly love someone, you hold their dreams inside
your prayers and lay steppingstones to assist them there.
Grateful for the long-awaited task, you let love toss every mask
you ever faked for romance’s sake. Each past pretense may now
relax, disappear and never come back, for true love loves your
truth and would never wish to see you subdued. Real love wraps
around the you that your life really grew.
Love grants the finest gift, a present of loving arms embracing all
of you, not despite, but because their heart knows all of you.
Freely and without hesitation, you give your body, heart, spirit,
secrets and possessions, confident none will ever be used as
emotional weapons.
No matter any day’s design, love soothes all away when at night
you lay entwined. True love is two who mutually fulfill emotional
needs, heeds fears to see them eased and nurses hurts that may otherwise bleed.
Even in silence, love’s communication and awareness are at its
finest. When alone, at home, such love is happily content for
together time never ceases being time joyously spent.
When one is weak, one stays strong, for two in love alter leaning
and being leaned on.
Each the other seeks to please for your love’s smile gives back
pleasurable degrees. When in love, such smiles become your
heart’s feed.
After time spent apart, love seeks and finds its prize in the other’s
loving eyes.
When love is of truth’s seed,
two breaths become a single heartbeat,
pulsing as one, dual, soul-deep feed.
Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides.
Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side.
I could see, he rode the sleekest mount, and the biggest tortoise, that I had ever seen.
Man that armadillo knew his tortoise flesh… this was the fastest one, ever been!
I would say: he truly looked, the devil’s mount… with glowing, fire stocked eyes.
The stranger named himself as Armadilly, but his true identity, could not be denied.
He was really Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster, as he bowed to us, so very low.
With a yes Ma'am, and a no Sir, he was smooth and could charm, near any old soul.
The Trolls loved him for the spell binding stories, that at the campfire, he gave away.
He never talked about his past, but we knew who he was, without being told, that day.
The rumor had it that Sheriff Bunny Garret had shot him dead, on one fateful day.
Another said he’d faked his death, heading south to Mexico, his life to live away.
But we knew better, for he was here with us, right now, on this illustrious day.
We knew he was a kind and misunderstood guy, because of what I’m about to say.
He saved our squirrel, Funkundilly, from a hawk diving straight for her, inward bound.
With his slingshot, like streaked lightening, he forced the hawk to spiral to the ground.
And we all applauded that Funkundilly was now, once again, so very safe and sound.
Then he strode, spurs a jangling, to dish out his own type of justice, so very renowned.
With a steely glint in his eye, he ordered the hawk away, or meet his end, he did convey.
And you can say that frightened bully hawk, really high tailed it, as he ran away.
Everyone celebrated that night, with Armadilly, all the way to dawn’s embrace.
Before he left, Armadilly knew from then on, he’d always have a home in this place.
But his mind was set on a wandering, more of this world’s adventures, to unweave.
So with a HiHo! Jalopy! He took off, leaving in another cloud of dust and leaves.
But I heard him shout that he’d be back again, soon…
And we were sure, that’s just what he would do!
Inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's--- Billy the Kid Blog
An epic poem by Carol Eastman
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A Mother's Love, Steels Her To Infinite Faith And Sacrifice
She cooked breakfast, got her kids off to school
took a brief rest on her favorite stool,
watched through front window as life flew on by
always and always, asking herself why,
dreams came but were rarely ever fulfilled
even hot summer days, her soul was chilled.
She prepared lunch, so delicious for two
even tho' where he was she had no clue,
out that window she saw sun beaming bright
he had gone so far away, out of sight,
dreams came, but his needed return did not
still a prayer said for what she has got.
She cooked another meal, kids must be fed
her heart crying, is he alive or dead,
not knowing, was a deep pain of its own
hurts eating deeper in her aching bones,
dreams they came, washing dark with lonesome night
she felt the weariness of her sad plight.
She saw the bus stop, her kids piling out
her daughter beautiful, her son so stout,
racing home, they both laughing all the way
she thanking God for yet another day,
her dreams came, her spirit asked yet again
why did he leave them, please God do explain.
Days chores done, all over her body ached
pray she with her deep faith, none of it faked
a quick shower then off to get some rest
in bed wondering, have I done my best
her dreams sang softly, this shall one day end
then your blessings, divine mercy will send.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( In Tribute )
( A Mother's Sacrifice, Her Love, Brave And So True )
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Africa's children blighted in the rich land of birth
Persecuted by the oppressing hand of foreign greed
Agitate for love to find in ancient pigment its worth
Rights of human beings trampled like common weed
Time changes nothing, it's the blind heart that deceives us
Humanity in Marikana overthrown fore Malema took his stand
Erases what is progress while business stays the same
Insensitive in its selective structure, insolent in its plan
Democracy condoning plunder has a resume of shame.
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Souls of men worn with toil and danger
Trespass with their plea for aid and freedom
Rulers riled cast disdain at telling hunger
Imposing tragedy that shows the faked ransom
Kins and comrades in the long struggle paid
Economy is a forked tongue serpent on parade
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In protest of the 44 miners who died Marikana
South Africa, I cannot support a pax humana
Till the guilty are brought to justice, children fed
And true equality becomes the legacy of the dead.
Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me so long to get over the pain.
I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move on...
Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my wooden door,i met
Somebody Special who loves me much
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play
Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and you were all that mattared to me...
That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
(FICTION) Charma
My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such
So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To help the less fortunate among us
Another lie I let slip out
I'm now in the south of Florida
Where some may call me a bum
Living in a citrus grove along the coast
Not answering to anyone
It's really not such a bad life
This do nothing life I've made
I hear my Moms proud of me at afternoon tea
Telling the girls of all the lives I save
I do my share of dumpster diving
That's where I got the idea
Behind a real doctors office one day
With some of their stationary I nabbed
I did a little doctoring
After all I do play one in Moms mind
Doesn't look to lame where I inserted my name
Then wrote my Mom about the kids and the wife
I've created such an elaborate charade
It's now gotten all out of hand
As I panhandle my way up and down
The Sunshine states surf and sand
Mom now says she wants to visit
Can't wait to meet the wife and kids
Don't know how I let it get this crazy
And how it all lead up to this
Now I'm scrambling to find a vacant house and a woman
With a couple of kids that look just like me
That can go along with a ruse for a week in mid-June
Since I told her that's when I'd be free
I'm thinking I should of studied in college
Instead of being this mind numbing huckster
Telling lie after deepening lie
Just so my Mother would think I'm a doctor
I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - -
I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride.
Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five.
Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis
pressed against her and they were sleeping like that.
Brother was pressing his back window with his face,
his nose smearing glass, his amusement surely in place.
Dad was focused on a radio baseball game.
Seeing all was good, I found my travel toy case
for safe car play. In no time, pretending took me away.
Soon, noise-crazy frightening, sound attacked and blurred.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD!” was Dad’s first reaction heard.
A lot of horns HONKED with urge, several SWERVED,
two almost BANG converged, others FLEW off the road.
Sirens blared, well-lit, brakes were hit, Dad cussed a fit,
Mama and sis stirred. Mama murmured something like ‘absurd’,
While Dad let loose the worst of his really bad, ugly words.
Quickly, I let go of the toy I was holding out my window.
Who knew Slinky's at eighty miles per hour weren’t simple?
Then, without uttering a single concern,
I faked sleep as though I’d never emerged.
For hours my parents could be heard wondering
what had caused traffic to be so disturbed
and thanking God our family wasn’t hurt.
3 am in the morning..
Still awake..
too busy Wiping
blood off the marble floor...
tried putting myself to sleep
Listening to some happy songs...
But that moment my heart broke
The moment i realised i was all alone...
Mom knocked the door
Hearing from my room some wierd noise..
"Im fine mommy" shouted i from behind the door...
With tears dripping ,
The ones that i couldnt hold...
" got scared hearing a loud cry"she told
With relief seeing a smile i faked so bold...
5 am... still awake..
Called my friend cuz i was alone....
She didnt pick
Like i was someone unknown...
Called a few .. ones i call 'BROs'..
To see if they would respond...
Excused themselves saying
They were tired and put up a show...
6 am ... still awake...
Took a bottle of pills just to say
Its too much for me to take...
And im broken beyond repair...
6:30 am....
still waiting with love someone to say..
That they love me too the same way...
But got a little dizzy ...
7:00am still awake ....
My eyes started dimming..
But tried my best to wait...
For that someone who would make that day
A little brighter with the love they'd say...
7:30 am.. no longer awake...
Little by little started fading away...
Little by little dripping away...
I died still waiting for someone to say
" U r mine , i cant let u fade"....
That word was all i needed to stay awake.....
But poor me...i died alone and died in pain...
Intro — Spoken
Funny how a few lines of poetry... can turn into something real.
Verse 1
Sweet girl… I scribbled down a line
Didn’t plan it — just spilled out in time
My pulse won’t quit, it skips a beat
Can’t tell if it’s your heart… or just my feet
You signed your name with just one star
And dotted the “i” like a shooting scar
Chorus
Sweet girl, you take my breath away
You somehow make the grey days fade
And I don’t know — is this all pretend?
Or something real we don’t have to defend?
Sweet girl… I’m trying to choose
But I’m fallin’ — yeah, fallin’ for you
Verse 2
I read your note out in the rain
The ink ran wild — kind of like your name
You wrote, “Love finds its way through haze”
I don’t know… but I’ve been stuck for days
Just the thought… of what you feel
It knocks me sideways — makes it real
Chorus
Sweet girl, you take my breath away
You’ve got that way of changin’ my days
So tell me now — am I just some muse?
Or are we both scared to really lose?
Sweet girl… don’t keep me confused
'Cause I’m fallin’ — fallin’ for you
Bridge
I’ve faked it once or twice before
But this one, girl… I’d fight a war
I’ve walked away when dreams got thin
But not this time — not if you let me in
Final Chorus
Sweet girl… I can scribble too
But every page still bleeds back to you
No clever twist, no last excuse
You’re not a dream — you’re not a muse
Sweet girl… you lit the fuse
And I’m fallin’… fallin’ — yeah, it’s true
I’m fallin’… in love with you
Outro Tag
Yeah, I’m fallin’…
Not just writing…
This time… it’s true.
We almost danced,
but in the end, we just faked
the pas with stumbling.
Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze fighting frightening fanatics
Twelve twiddling tigers told thirteen tasteless tales
Eleven elderly elephants embellished eighteen ebony earrings
Ten terrified tardy ticks tricked two thirsty Turkish tramps
Nine naughty nasal know-it-alls knew nothing nearing knowledge
Eight elastic earthworms echoed eighty edgy Egyptians
Seven solemn snakes slithered slowly sensing sunshine
Six sassy silk-moths sceptically squished spinach selfishly
Five funny fatties feared following fancy French fashion
Four fantastic faithful Finnish flies faked famous farcical facelifts
Three tenacious terriers thrilled twelve tipsy throbbing thespians
Two tireless Tanzanian tapirs tittle tattled tirelessly throughout Tuesday
One obedient oily octopus offered obnoxious orangutans oranges outrageously
How many breaths do I have, before the end of days
How many words are faked, will we give our game away
How many years in the closet, before they all come out gay
How many dark thoughts do we possess, the one we never say
Questions difficult to answer, how come they manage that easy lay
How many tears are shed, tells his wife he went astray
How many screams do we hear, the bills I’m unable to pay
How many times has he promised, if you go the kids will stay
How many times do we look at the sun, but still it appeared grey
Questions about god and the universe, which truths should we obey
How many saints are in heaven, to which should we pray
How many more sleeps, before Santa Claus, gets underway
How many more weeks til open season, shoot birds in disarray
How many more years do I have, to wear this damn mask anyway
Questions we read about quite randomly, in our poetry soup everyday
20/08/2021
By David Kavanagh
Your words used to soothe me,
flowing over my skin
as your hands caressed and teased.
Your tongue used to please me,
licking every inch
savoring every drop of me.
Your lips used to hold me,
pressed onto mine
during explosions of ******.
Your eyes used to search mine,
as you drove into me
finding that spot and claiming my being.
Your trust I had; beliefs for me
while your web you wove
so glad I faked it all.
"My shadow flirts with the sun"
and I caress the light
moving to and fro
dancing here I go
My shadow smiles
stealing a glimpse
into things hidden apart
a silhouette straight to heart
Secrets held with the night
an unseeable background take
feelings not faked
preluding permanent sight
"the shadow will soon fade"
but I know as with the sun
the two of us
will be reunited again
"" words of Arthur Vaso"" in quotes
Morning coffee, read the paper, brush your teeth and make the bed
Start the car up, drive to work with endless chatter in your head.
Rhythm’s just a decoy, really, structure faked for social poise
Must pretend, must feign an interest. Wouldn’t want to lose the toys.
Just ignore the yearning, silly, only fools have dreams these days.
Shoulder to the grindstone, Buster, don’t you know what really pays?
Over obligate yourself then hurry to the next event.
Don’t take time for introspection, musings never paid the rent.
Reinforcing concrete walls with rebar to protect from storms.
Cyclones of emotion dashed to bits before reaction forms.
Hold her steady, make the grade, ignore distractions, toe the line
Numbness is a good sign, keep it up and soon you’ll be just fine.
Can’t afford admission to tonight’s seductive shadow play.
Vulnerability and nakedness too high a price to pay.
Courage is for sissies, only children should be reckoned tears.
Safest bet’s to keep pretending that you’ve conquered all your fears.