Best Hypocritically Poems
IN THE SOUP
My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup,
Wanted to share this with my poetry group,
Good clients of ours we invited home for a Greek meal
But my aunt made a mistake she couldn’t conceal,
Angelina’s boyfriend was nineteen years younger,
Handsome son said my aunt, what a lucky mother.
And before I had time to give her a kick under the table
She continued to speak nonsense, when are you due,
I whispered to my mom, your sister sounds unstable,
Yes Angelina said, I’ve put on a lot of weight of late,
I can see said my aunt , but when is your due date!
My mom walked out, she was fuming, so did my dad,
I was left holding the baby, excuse the pun,
This dinner party was getting out of control, not fun
So I said to my aunt your temperature from your flu
Has made you delirious, come lie down, but we
We were not yet out of the soup, came back in an hour,
Sat down and carried on, Jenny has told me
You have our invitations for the wedding in your
Bag and the last straw was this “my commiserations”
To the boyfriend instead of my congratulations!
Fortunately my dad was filling up Angelinas glass
And the boyfriend’s with wine,
They were quite pickled when they left,
Did no recall a thing that was said,so all was fine.
Needless to say my aunt was never again invited
When guests were around, otherwise
The next time, with pleasure would have crowned
Her myself and she would also be grounded!
After my aunt and uncle had left, we laughed hysterically
Because all was in fact said naively, not hypocritically!
English was not her mother tongue, recently
Came from Greece,
And wanted to make conversation and please,
Nothing was said intentionally.
Categories:
hypocritically, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
Categories:
hypocritically, art, fun, happy, inspirational,
Form:
Lyric
One would think that the feeling of being a slave would create understanding
One would think that racism would die off and cease to overtake our surrounding
Equality has become but a faint memory buried with a man Africa once so greatly looked up to
Labels still floating around, separation amongst people. All subject to the race or ethnic group they belong to
Don’t you think there was a little furry passed with a law?
Just a little vengeance kneaded in, tables turned, no longer holding the short end of the straw?
So arose the system with a pretty name “Affirmative action”.
5-1 the number of bullets in the gun gradually making a subtraction
Acquiring our positions based on our skin colour instead of based upon or level of education
Supressing the “Suppressors” with lethal repercussions and lack of evaluation
So carry on placing the one colour above the other, turning us against each other until the streets run red with anarchy
Then hypocritically teach your kids about equality, living one foot in and one foot out of controversy.
One would think we as a nation would learn from a neighbouring sunken country. Stay united and grow far beyond expectation
One can only hope for these lines to be erased, for skin colour, gender and religion factors to be cancelled out and do away with exaggeration
The world is the way it is and shall remain as such, the universe will be the way it should be keeping the balance as top priority
So even if I cannot change the world. With my words I keep spreading the love! One of the minority.
Categories:
hypocritically, life, poems, prison, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
Freedom and freewill
One of the best gifts bestowed to mankind
I heard it is all around
But how many of us seek and find?
I heard it’s free but many have left lives behind
Having it is like growing wings
Fully stretched and widely spread
Flying over the limits
Untrammeled, powerful beyond measure
What a precious treasure
It remains a wish for many
Whose wings are tied or clipped
Entangled in an invisible web
Wondering to themselves,
How did we fall in this trap?
Is liberty not our birth-right?
From where does this monopoly come?
How come someone else has to redefine?
Then pass the laws when he is done
By which we are confined
Limits to this, limits to that
Now another limit to what to say
And this is only today
Fear for the upcoming days
You can’t freely associate
Nor can you freely express
RIP, freedom of speech is dead.
We hypocritically cheat on ourselves
Silencing the inner voice that we hear
Being wise but yet fools
Thinking there is little to lose.
Then the loss lasts for more than an hour
Losing freedom is losing power
becoming more and more dependent
Slowly but surely disintegrating
Suffering and Enslaved,
Waiting to be released to the grave
It was once just a folk tale
We thought the man will never return
To ever haunt us again
But he quietly carried out his plan
Now I see a dark shadow of a man
Hear the footsteps of his return
Is that him knocking on our doors?
Ironically, there’s no one who knows
Remember?
He always had a thing to offer
Some of it promising to the needs
And some of it very enticing indeed
But the very same man
Always took something in return.
He figured that knowledge is power
Then artfully plunder a little each hour
Once the mind is deprived
There’s not much the poor body can do
Take a look around you
He could be sitting right behind you
Categories:
hypocritically, freedom, spoken word,
Form:
Free verse
How long shall we try to convince her to see the truth?
How long would she pretend, when the truth sits in-between her breast cursed?
Deception and lies she fed her children but she hypocritically crave for peace in the midst of injustice
She is an adulterous who slept with corruption, tribalism, nepotism and soiled her white garment on the day of marriage to truth
At the dawn of her great tribulation, she clandestinely assembled all her bravest children i.e. Nkrumah, Haile Selassie, Lumumba, Kenyatta and lied to them about how corruption, tribalism and nepotism of the white man raped her of her virginity
They started an uprising with burning flame of emancipation in their hearts because they were willing to shed their blood for the pride of their deceptive mother i.e. Africa
I felt thunderous roars from Cairo to Soweto that broke the cord between mastery and slavery
The awaken of a lost history
Restoration of a broken dynasty
The nations ruled on the moral fiber of love and unity
Their own hailed them but their own also murdered their dreams because they stood for something that was more powerful than blood diamonds, oils, and dictatorship i.e. the truth and serving humanity
Wipe away your tears for there is no reason to love and fight for Africa; when tyrants like Mugabe, Al-Bashir, Museveni, Biya, Eduardo Dos Santos, Obiang Nguema are stealing and oppressing their own
Oh! No truth for her
No truth for Africa
BY: KOJO POET
Categories:
hypocritically, black african american, children,
Form:
A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate
The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised
Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue
And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored
Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol
A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail
Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance
A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores
He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat
He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence
The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey
The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right
A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice
From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall
As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself
Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition
He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles
The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade
Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others
He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past
After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied
He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things
An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned
At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves
Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences
He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence
Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded
Categories:
hypocritically, anger, corruption, deep, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Old Willy’s ice-box housed nothing but cheese.
Row after row of perfect pillars packed
with gouda cheese, bleu cheese, mascarpone cheese
and a bit of brie (though for cheddar lacked)
all sealed in air-tight capsules and aligned
in such a way that no available space
went to waste. When his health declined
and failed in 1616, his cheese faced
a litany of tests as physicians
marveled at how it seemed to resist
decay or time induced decomposition,
the results of which have since been published
and studied by goats like me who mock that cheese
while hypocritically writing poems like these.
11/19/2018
Categories:
hypocritically, appreciation, funny, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
So, now, you are telling me your feelings.
But you expect my concern?
Did you consider my feelings?
Each and every single time that you afflicted me,
with your knit-picking first; with your rudeness;
with your discriminatory remarks,
and while you created and allowed a hostile environment
that included two co-workers?
Or while you abused and mistreated me,
and allowed your two 2nd in commands, and your daughter, to do the same?
Did you consider my feelings?
After I shared one personal feeling with you?
Only for you to throw it in my face,
with another subject heading?
After you were demeaning to me; After your inhumane treatment,
and your continual ignoring all of my good ideas,
and my concerns within vast areas of the job?
Did you consider my feelings?
When I tried to have open communication,
only for you to hurryingly pass it all by,
and to act as though the valuable topics and advice that I raised attention to,
that you caused to be turned into complaints,
were unnoteworthy, except for your retaliation?
Did you consider my feelings?
When you socioeconomically abused me?
When you cut my needed hours many times?
The first time causing me to default on payday loans,
that I never should have had to get in the first place.
Also causing me to get behind on rent,
as you became an accomplice to the unlawful and inhumane eviction
that they wouldn't allow me to go to court on?
Did you consider my feelings?
When you cut my needed hours again?
Lying about cutting out the lunch shift, that you would work yourself,
as you then, hypocritically, had four employees cramped in that space,
after cutting my hours to three hour shifts,
causing me to get burned...
Like you actually cared that you caused me pain.
Or did you consider my children's feelings?
As you snidely told me, "Just take care of yourself".
Ever? At all?
Not to mention all the wrongs that you committed against my children...
But you have the audacity to expect my concern now?!!
When you ignored every previous concern,
only to turn around and treat me like crap,
like my feelings don't matter to you?
Obviously,
you expect from others,
what you are not willing to give in return.
Categories:
hypocritically, angst, business, on work
Form:
Free verse
?He has the ability
but not the will.
Even If he willed it
would that muffle up
the unrelenting voice
of Oliver Twist.
The twist is he’s got only
one stinger, a bee by choice
so careful who he stings.
He is the one-woman man
He is the big oak tree
In the middle of a cornfield,
unmoved by the storm of
accolades conferred on peers
by a confused society
who hypocritically
admonish same deed.
He is the son of a queen,
plant of a good seed.
He is the one-woman man
Blame him for being choosy
His eyes are like x’ray,
sees beyond the skin and booty
not entirely fascinated by glamour.
Guided by the wisdom of old
and restrained by his own values.
He is the one-woman man
Whomever he settles on
has found a gem
a rare diamond
in a stockpile of sand.
His love brewed by
the best brew masters,
knowledge and conscience.
He expects nothing less in return.
Let the world behold
the yardstick of true manhood.
He is the one-woman man
Categories:
hypocritically, appreciation, character, confidence, crush,
Form:
Verse
Southern Kaduna bleed,
The sad Reality with Lamentation,
Months with mockery
Philanderer is second to non,
Men follow slim skimpy skirts
Rather than skills acquisition,
Graduate drink to stupor,
Children smoke weeds
and burn their dreams to ashes..
The Sad Reality with Lamentation...
Retired civil servant turn to excessive drunkard,
Beer parlor becomes their base..
Young ladies trade their bodies for fish,
They fished for the bills to pay,
Their right sold out like a salt,
Very cheap without a taste..
The Sad Reality with Lamentation..
Cultures forgotten.
Our tribes is unknown beyond,
One language to the North,
Others are land occupied,
The Sad Reality With Lamentation...
Children grow up with different norms
they desire sexual Satisfaction,
and forget spiritual salvation..
Scholars scurrilous...
Institution to destitution...
Homes to homicide.
Villages insecured....
The Sad Reality with Lamentation..
The high profile dumb,
Their wealth is for family consumption,
Societal needs forgotten,
Luxuries display conspicuously,
Selflessness found not,
Tribes divided in conflict without harmony.
Our communities remain slavish...
The Sad Reality with Lamentation..
Mindset remain thesame,
What's your tribe?.
Where are you from?.
Is the first question before a conversation...
Hypocritically religious, wicked and darkened
mind with impurity...
No marriage amongst different tribes,
conflict ravaged.
Slavish we remain without harmony.
My Southern Kaduna Story.
Categories:
hypocritically, heartbreak, heartbroken, sad,
Form:
Narrative
GOOD SAMARITAN
I'm a certain man, innocently I journeyed
Stripped and wounded; did no wrong
They had chances to help out yet they neglected
Everyone you meet daily is a neighbour
Not because they reside next to you
but because they are next to you
and you owe them a duty of care each
Hypocrites! They claim to be religious
Spiritually, they seem upright
They stand professing what they hypocritically uphold
The innocent congregation in awe sublime
Here comes my saviour
No connection yet there was affection
Change of plans, change of direction
He had compassion, treated me with care
I was a stranger but became his friend
He may not know the gravity of what he did to me
But I cherish it cos he taught me
how to help even without expecting any in return
I was his neighbour, he is my good Samaritan
©ho²
08036391290
Categories:
hypocritically, faith, society,
Form:
Are we true all the time?
How could we be considered "good
person", if we didn't hide the truth once and for all
when....?
"If the pain and sadness on the face were stamped",
we would be ugly, horrible... there is the simulation,
the pious lie, the polite, political language.
The social rule of good manners therefore consists
in not propagating how much good we think
of ourselves, and how much evil we think
from others...
If we were completely honest, we couldn't
live well socially.
In this case, living well socially consists of,
hypocritically dissimulate with all security
and tranquility what we really think...
We will thus be perfect for socializing, being
imperfect... If we were pure, there would be no
think so well of ourselves and so badly of others...
We wouldn't have defects... but that can't be
here and in this world....!
Categories:
hypocritically, allusion, analogy, appreciation, creation,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sailing on the deep blue sea,
Waves swaying back and forth,
The ship still sails to the north,
Overcoming all forces of capsizing,
It's a long journey overseas,
The atmosphere clouded with mist no one sees,
It's believed,
Everyone knew,
'Titanic' was the only ship of its kind,
Not even God could make it sink,
Hypocritically announced...
A tiny needle,
Can cause more harm than a gun,
It was then the ship 'Titanic',
Hit the iceberg causing everyone to panic,
God is the superior,
Whatever people thought or believed about Titanic was inferior,
It was then the gigantic ship sank,
Many people lost their lives,
Many men lost their wives,
'TITANIC' was no more...
"Never under estimate the power of God"
Categories:
hypocritically, memory,
Form:
Imagism
Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds
Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero
Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar
Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top
Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew
Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high
Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em
Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?
Categories:
hypocritically, angst, business, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
Hey you, dear reader!
You over there
immersed in this fairy world
lost in this wonderland!
"Mon semblable, mon frère"!
What if
life goes awry
and plans do stray
from the intended course
from the traced way
without a cause?
Won't you crave to have a say?
What if
your hopes
your wishes
are all the day
despicably belittled
and thrown away
without a cause?
Won't you ache to have a say?
What if
such a dissonant fray
you're written away
and told to stick to
the puppet's part
in a sham play
without a cause?
Won't you die to have a say?
But what if
your feet of clay
your cherished memories
all that to which you tenderly cling
refuse to yield in low obeisance
to the whims of those that pre-emptively seek
to clip your wings and blockade the way
for fear that you may
believe in your ambitions
and dare follow a dream you're not meant to have
or God forbid
you even may
strive to stand tall in a place you're not meant to tread
?
Out of defiance or out of ennui
believe it or not
You'll end up having a say
And with good intentions
you'll pave the way
to hell for those who meanly pray
to see you fail day after day
to heaven for those who like you pray
to reach their goals
without obliging souls for that to pay.
Yet, pay attention!
Complexes will always be a part of who we are
inferior, superior, sceptic, naively optimistic ...
Just do not let them out of boredom
hypocritically meddle with the others' life!
Oh, you reader! "Mon semblable, mon frère"!
Categories:
hypocritically, courage, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse