Best Faux Poems

Blowing up things, unfortunately,
Birth’s the printing of endless money.
By Gov’ments and world money makers,
That overwhelm global undertakers.

Yet we cry out that war is unsound,
That it spreads grief and guts all around.
Yet money printed that’s spent on death,
Shamefully gives our markets bad breath.

Which helps to inflate...

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The Pope Trips

Humble
Stumble


The Pope Drops His Ferula

Humble
Fumble


The Pope Gets Caught in His Robes

Divine
Decline

Copyright, August 18, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind?
Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined?

Pardon me sir, but I deem your faux pas mighty gross!
Pardon me sir, but you've left me feeling a bit morose!

Pardon me sir, but on this bus...

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dogs that left faux paw prints extant within me life 

lids black out and allow me to write
about a petty issue ye aye in vite
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite
providing succor when psyche experienced a plight
just what...

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lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite

I can remember those precious creatures 
   who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight

punctured the air with...

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I wander
        In barbed circles
          Seeking grace
         In faux distance-
           Looking...

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Exultant excitability chase
Leaving a bad taste
A faux-pas of a celebration
In place of jubilation
Camera smiles full of lies
All the party in disguise
Veiled in ceremonious style
Triumphant distractions to beguile
Hush-hush in a clamorous hilarity
A dressed-up gaiety
Revelling with wine and in consternation
Addled and unable to form an illation
The after-truth...

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Inapropos trois faux pas jokingly blurted out...

yesterday August 30th, 2022.

The following fictitious account
predicated upon words spilling
out me mouth before taking time
to think through how sarcastic remark
would affect primary listener.

Comments about marital matters
particularly ours (yours truly and wife)
uttered in earshot of the missus
in company of a...

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It was 3AM.
I had too many cups of rum and I wanted to hear your voice
before I fell into a drunken stupor. 
You didn't answer my two FaceTime calls or texts so
it got my mind to racing, was our love ever real to you at...

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People often talk about 
the heat and torture of hell
I'm currently living in one 
with the only excitement here daily
is the Courthouse Bell

Politics hidden like a stitch
People wearing costumes camouflaged
to look like the rich

Last names worn as a badge of fame
Fake celebrities walking amongst
the poor...

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And she was beautiful,
licking the years from my face
and thankful I allowed such nonsense.
For her,
it was such nonsense 
that gifted her with more time.
That rear-scratching against post and fence
as the moon eclipsed another of her hours,
until, I too, knowing we were alone in the dark,
scratched...

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there once was a man of great ambition
who pretended to be a physician 
	his intent lascivious
	she was not oblivious
he’s serving 20 to life in prison...

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For years now, they have survived,
    Through deceitful imitations.
Maneuvering within a landscape they
    Support, with few limitations.

Yet recently, this crazy fox, seems to be
    Running from a pack of legal hounds.
Dodging overgrowth & accountability,
  ...

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For those who lack conviction
Aspirations stay but a mirage
And for those crafting mountains from mole hills
Detriment a deadly barrage
Believers of strange eyes upon them
Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage
And without the courage to soften their hackles
Lie confined in their mind's dank garage
Jongleurs of fabled failures
Treat...

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Wayne followed every traditional route. His ignorant bliss bid others chart his course. Comfort was in knowing all carried precedent form. Locked doors blocking every end. Turn left, then right, again and again. Would they lie? Did they lie?


road trip to nowhere 
tradition loss prediction...

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