Best Hypocrisies Poems

And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A gift was given to all nations to hold
 The Tree...

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Dear America.

I still believe in you.
No, I'm not saying that I always believe in the people that make up America.                         ...

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Keep Calm
Keep Calm


centreI gulp I gasp I choke I chant
Only to be saved by a swallow
I hypnotize I hypocrisies I dream I deny
Only when officiating the mourning of mornings

my body balances : my mind meanders..

I exercise my anxiety I clothe I meditate my mind
The performance...

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We think we begin to both comprehend,
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in an economic and political science nutritional sensory sense,
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and also find beautifully nourishing...

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Who can survive here?
The air that we breathe smells of blood and anarchy
The water that you drink tastes of fear and lies
You should not say what you think and live
You are living in the time, where fake is fashion

Who can win here?
Your victory doesn’t depend...

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Bedeviled by those pleading eyes
deep as the secrets they chasm
captive as the questions one must surmise 
and I, for your deliverance the ransom 

"never leave me, my love, my friend"
spoken feebly as a prayer of little faith
In angst your heart once more bereaved 
for true...

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I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."

Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that...

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Dear Sacred Son,

I realize this feels like a Win-Lose
New Game Year,
with you as "Loser"
and so it is,
a self-fulfilling prophecy
equally as powerful
as if you could find a way to choose
this as a Win-Win Game
opportunity, with only shorter term risks likely,
with you as CoWinner
and so it would...

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I am reading minds and potentially wise political bodies
with Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, again.

He speaks of three interdependent aspects of wisdom.
The first is rooted in ecoconscious comprehension
of how and why knowledge, deductive information, facts, beliefs
may be both regeneratively positive
and degeneratively negative.
Wisdom begins with knowledge
but ends in polypathically...

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Waiting for an epiphany
Something…anything…
A life in transit
Keyhole visions… narrowed too fine
Cynicism, mockery doing rounds
Despairing times… out of bounds

What could’ve been and what is…
Funny how the story doesn’t change
Driftwood listless, aimless
Who is your huckleberry finn?
Hypocrisies, deceit, lies and everything lame
That just leaves god left to blame...

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(CRUMPLED THOUGHTS POETRY CONTEST)

When you hear the clamor of the birds loud
shrieking shockingly it shouldn’t frighten
you they simply don’t realize the magnitude
of the head of sand that gets washed away
onto your shoulders and violates sanctity.

Did you realize that just one single piece of
toast preferably marbled...

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black mother

the white of day stains your
painted dress
the black of night turns
razor sharp
feet that wear flaming coals
a soul that bleeds
outside and in

where trees bear crimson fruit
as roots full bore
hypocrisies drill so deep
to dig her earth
still plough the surface
clinging vines of apartheid

how much she suffers
raped and...

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The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.

However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they can control the population, the feminine wild, bound to a white populist ideology of ignorance and irresponsibility.  

The skeletal...

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