Best Falsify Poems
lie
fake, fudge
deluding, duping, deceiving
falsity, falsify, facticity, factuality
presuming, prevailing, predicating
validity, veracity
truth
A literacy theft of a line or phrase
the facade, simulacrum of a writer
creating a mirror image, deception . . .
exact replica.
The forgery of blood written heart and soul
penning a likeness of me is plagiarism
and taking credit for another's talent . . .
is simulacrum!
Like a night pirate you come to falsify
to pass a line or a sweet phrase as your own
you make some minor change as a delusion . . .
making it your own.
Your simulacrum of a writer is false
you can cheat and pretend but will never be
for you will never be this girls reflection . . .
just a thief of words !
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June 11, 2020
Poetry/Sapphic Stanza/Non Metrical/Simulacrum
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1259-722-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest,
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 19, Sapphic Stanza
sponsor, Edward Ibeh
Third Place
( after Sachida's after the war)
There will be war, in fact, there have always been wars,
and will continue.
Wars satisfy us.
Our nasty muscles move in festive workouts,
when there is war; in hearts, minds and on tongues.
We suffer from cerebral indigestion, when deprived of
wars.
The other day, the day after his son's birthday celebrations,
with exploding music and drunken noise, which lasted
till wee hours of the night, my neighbor, somehow,
managed to transfer his frustrations upon me by littering
my backyard lawn with empty beer cans; probably
thrown over the barbed wire fence, by reveling guests
of his punk-offspring.
My dog, Snow, barked at the strange garbage with unsual
agitation.
It sensed an arrogant invasion on its fond green grass.
I too was gravely provoked and felt the need to wage
a war.
Thus, I skipped breakfast and waited for his emergence,
pacing on my courtyard in furious strides while my eyes remained glued to his front door, all throughout that sunny winter morning.
What followed next, I choose not to reproduce.
It was a war, of words, we prefer not to engage in
front of the children.
Ants crossed borders, everyday, in their tiny lifetimes.
But wage no war with termites, earthworms and roots.
They simply tolerate each other's organic aspirations.
Why do we have this genetic longings of counting corpses,
fallen chariots and diffused bombs.
Even as the good books cry for love and peace, while their
revered middlemen conspire with rulers and falsify faiths,
we are eternally charged for wars, until
nothingness will prevail in memories of ruins and ashes,
where poetry will lament with silent screams.
Well organized organisms are wary of defense
these shields defy all odds to justify the integrity of our borders
the enemy’s need to conquer and the drive to dominate
is stopped b’cos with the men in uniform, great cities are fortified.
Sworn to be dedicated back room boys
their sacrifices have made livelihood well simplified,
every soldier’s fall magnifies our strength and existence
each and every salute dignifies the country’s reputation.
The quest to penetrate border and envelope lands are questioned
b’cos with the last drop of blood, they’ll nullify all antigens
placed as utmost priority, even the ants can comprehend
nothing can therefore falsify the commitment of these men.
A nation’s defense scales its survival
every victory intensifies each citizen’s patriotic passion
a country’s posterity lies on each sweat-soaked uniform,
their mortality is crucified, while someone else-glorified.
The oneness of the country can testify
with every of its citizens fully satisfied.
Diplomacy has kept the battle field’s frequency modified
but history of victories already beautifies our coat of arm
With the structure of nationhood so diversified,
the zenith of their zeal has kept us unified
the globe has been notified of such a powerful drive,
keeping our enemies and rivals completely horrified.
Strophe
Ye, the goddess of flame, fire and eternal love
From Tahiti you found home in Hawaii Kilauea
I accessed your gateway with deep feelings of love
With your archetypes *Kali Ma, Sekhmet and Durga
You falsify that women are weak and incapable
That to be feminine to be fragile and helpless
You’re a beauty with dignity & divine power all
Ability to shape shift woman or crone effortless.
Known as Pele energy or energy Pele-kino-aha-nei
Your four sisters using same will Pele-kino-aha-nei.
Antistrophe
As a young woman you fell in love with Lohiau
As you left volcano, pining for you & dying nearly
You sent Hiiaka for him, she fell in love with Lohiau
You found Kamapua, but allowed them to marry.
All in Hawaii know your defined potential of fire
And stories about your many loves & infidelities
Your father sent you away because of your hot temper
As you seduced your sister’s husband with abilities.
Finally in Hawaii with blatant infidelities and passions
Manifested in the Big island’s volcanic activities.
Epode
Because Hawaii sits on the mountaintops of Lemuria
Lemurian Goddess energy is a still a strong vibration
Coming to Hawaii, feels good like coming home area
Within their cellular consciousness with love’s vibration.
Ye, Goddess Pele is surprisingly playful and light
With three dynamics, well being, play and flow
You, as healer, love to heal and love to be brought
If not treated with respect , you have the power to blow.
All visitors you listen to the Pele archives as I do
Believe that miracles can come from teachings due.
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* Names of Indian Goddesses
Biggest Bra I Ever Saw
It was the biggest one I ever saw
So am writing a memoir about a bra;
To all laws known has an immunity
Based on all of science's ingenuity.
There is something that I did not deny
Which is the fantastic ability to falsify;
Together clanging could cause a calamity
Unknown to nature and all of humanity.
Can you imagine for whom the breasts toll
So we decided to take at least another poll
Biggest ones are always had by an ignoramus
And for the size both became world famous.
Can you believe that or how about this.
Beauty and the Big Breasts. What would
Disney think about them apples. Also,
would you have to be best dressed to
have the biggest breasts. See what the
Pearson Product Correlation Coefficient
is on that. Probably 0.9999 to allow for
error. Lastly, Her breasts were so debonair
that they both were beyond compare and
quite a scare. Jim Horn
While unwilling to fight in Vietnam, there were thousands who fled to
Canada to avoid the draft.
While I was serving my country
in a different kind of way by working with streets gangs in the war zones of housing
projects in the city of Chicago;
And while I was just turning 19
and receiving a college deferment
from the draft, there was a teenager
with a dream of joining the military
and becoming a marine.
He was a youngster not yet fifteen.
He was determined to live out his dream.
I think not that he needed to let off steam.
Sometimes it's hard to tell what things mean.
His dilemma was the fact that he was only 14 years old
about to turn 15.* To remedy the situation, he decided to falsify his birth certificate. He managed to succeed in doing so, and after finishing his basic training, he was later sent off to the war in Vietnam.
He defended his country before being killed in June of 1969 at age 15. He became the youngest soldier to be (KIA) killed in action for his country. I discovered his story inadvertently while researching other subjects. Prior to a few days ago, I had never heard of him. Now, I shall not fail to honor him.
05262017 Contest, Mid October Standard, Strand *Dan Bullock, Wikipedia
Any and all Men,
if you are within sight of this poem
or the sound of my voice.
When you get home tonight, please be polite.
It is not my intention to start a fight.
But ask your lover based on your sexual
performance to date.
what grade from an A to F do you rate?
Making the grade
For some men, getting laid is already hard.
But what if ladies, men had to show a report card.
Let’s say the Law requires any man you meet,
for the first time.
Married or single, deaf dumb and blind.
Must show you his report card.
How many would have an A.
How many would you send away.
Most men if you ask them think they’re at least a B.
So, to me it is plain to see,
from cheerleader to truck driver most if not all women,
are always an A+
Not just their cup sizes or plus sizes.
Not talking about Big Beautiful women,
the one's with more cushion for the pushing. (I like them too.)
Not talking about the tall and sexy
Amazon's with more butt than Breast.
(The one's you like to watch undress)
I'm talking about women who make love.
Women who can perform above and beyond the norm.
Women you want to be stuck with in a snow storm.
Like they graduated from the Sex education academy.
But no! This is... about men, men with a in God we trust A+
A man's ability to keep a woman happy
will reflect on his report card.
It can't be that hard, but in case it is.
It would be against the law for men to trade,
fake or falsify their report cards.
This is breaking the golden rule.
If caught he will be sent back to
Sex Education school.
All I am saying is you have to try
Not only will it help you get by
But truly indeed it will help you fly
Under a new earthly universal sky
You are the whole piece of the pie
Now, know when to go apply
This mathematical equation pi
Otherwise your brain will fry
Or it will just sit still here on standby
I am not trying to be this wise guy
Nor I am attempting to shanghai
I am just wanting to dignify
And I am wanting to beautify
They are the ones who falsify
The meaning of your third eye
Because they want to pacify
It’s your mind they want to occupy
With fear they try to petrify
So, I am here to declassify
And of course to testify
It’s you I want to exemplify
Yea, so I got the red eye
Though not like my mind’s eye
Which has definitely hit the bull’s eye
So you come and give it a vie
I bet you will scream banzai
Fallen from grace,
no longer do I sit high upon the pedestal that you had once put me
No longer am I seen as idol or mentor
Nor wanted as provider or protector
But now looked upon as an outcast and banished from your heart.
Betrayed by the one who now blinds you
With a veil of lies and deceit that weighs on your young fragile heart
With heavy words of animosity and abhorrence
You have been trapped in a malevolent web of hatred and retribution
Used as an unwitting pawn in a game of emotional chess.
Your words of respect and adoration
Have been replaced by venomous accusations of brutality and oppression
Taught to you by the on who now holds the chains that bind your heart.
But I will not be vanquished or deterred
By these attempts to falsify or dilute my love for you
I will be strong in my resolve and true to myself
I will not let these misguided asseveration's destroy my confidence
In knowing that my spirit is pure and that one day
You will be able to break free from your restraints
And uncover your eyes so you can distinguish the truth from the lies.
To understand the choices that need to be made in life
Through your own mistakes and life experiences
Until that day comes I shall be waiting,
Ready to stand next to you as opposed to being on that pedestal
And walk down a new road with you as your friend and equal.
If a promise understood the spoken word
would it ignore the roar of devotion's cheer
or disregard
the sight of a despondent tear
Better...
it bond the two hearts
than falsify its token pledge
Because...
its grasp
just might quell that offensive urge
and thus
defend the heart from tormentor's dirge
chastising
the inconsiderate tongues that swell them
~
Keywords mistyped
in letters dear
where finger strokes
and angry thought combine
so sadly...
that one flawed phrase
inclements
and forever storms our minds
~
If promises could interlace with beating hearts
Perhaps
tears could find defence
from poison darts
~~~
Coal black eyes glinted
Rage surfacing
Seething, furious
He was like a hard stone
Without sympathy
Or empathy
His lack of compassion
Sent me reeling from him
Fire boiled in his touch
Clutching me roughly
Large hands tangled in tresses
Pulling away wisps, curls
Dark as the night
Fright colored me steely gray
Ashen from the dread
Of this man who I loved
Now on the floor
His boots kicking my limbs
My legs and my torso
As I tried to pretend I was no more
Hope struggled up in my throat
Promising he would stop
If only I could fake death
Falsify my demise
Finally, the ultimate shock
His lips puckered up
But this was no kiss for me
This was spittle all over my face
Bearing the resemblance of shame
That claimed my racing heart
At last the degradation was finished
I was mortified in my finish
Leaving me there on the floor
Aware that I had been chastened
For the love I felt
When I first met this man
With his chocolate eyes and dark skin
Inherited from his Apache ancestry
Now I knew that his eyes
Could reveal his dark soul, his cold heart
Yet, he could be so loving
Like a light in the darkness
Where he sometimes appeared from
And I could be so forgiving
Until the realization set in for me
Fear was stronger than my hope
Soon I would be giving up
As the filth and disgrace wore away my caring
In times of joy and in times of pain
words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal
Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds
hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls
Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of
time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing
merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down
these halls of life opening doors & closing others,
doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the
breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity.
Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to
the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place
as to say a controlled explosion our existence is
the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like
the pun of some joke that's been forgotten.
We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting
feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else
helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on.
Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident
that more words will help in the future. Addicted to
others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites
gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch
ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should
falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that
has become our hard existence. Tired lonely
followers dancing till the end ....
Ah the end
Wish could cry out the
incentives against the
isolation
Could gather courage for a
minute ressurection
A personality tainted with
lies
A false rumour full of pride
A shared piece of demise
A sanctified prayer for a
fake smile
Justice, I asked for out of
the pain of undone
A guilt that stroke without a
chance to surrender
How far does one falsify the
conspicuous change
A resentment that drowns
in with a shattered mania
for revenge
No more could I blame
anyone else
Redempted soul was all
that I fed
Rest all turned out to be a
wicked dream
The anger raged onto the
desperate theme
The darkness pierced
through the heart so bad
Can't think of any better
daunt to catch
Still can't dare to contradict!
But can't accept it either
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