Best Perjury Poems
Stone of Nihilism
Stained glass lies
Colored shards of broken truth
Puzzle pieces arranged in
Sanctimonious expression
Designed to camouflage falsehoods
The perjury of Priests
Disguised deceit in windows of brilliant rainbow hues
Lighted by a sunlight of fraudulent confession
Hypocrisy designed with prismatic glass of fragile faith
Proudly hang in your Church of Shame
My single stone of Nihilism
Shatters the pigmented panes of your tinted atrocities
©2019
Categories:
perjury, religion,
Form:
Free verse
To speak plainly
So you can understand my thoughts
To translate my dialects
With greater complacency
But, you cannot touch my smile.
You cannot touch my smile
Exhaling from these lips through
Liquid monitors
My words are my heartbeats.
They don’t hang onto cliff…
...notes.
This infinite Victorian ink
Will not be filtered
For you, I promise
…
You asked me to commit perjury
Against a befuddled society
Giving them sense of security’s facade
By becoming one of them
Denied
For I am not
Melancholy’s sheep
Infused with Cloud 9 cotton balls
Urging to be plucked
I am a landscaper
For the herd to walk
…
You asked me
To be your shoulder
But, you couldn’t be my wings.
You asked me to be your voice.
Yet, you remained mute
When two-faced solidarity made me speechless
So, WHY would I NEED to be YOUR microphone?!
When you already pulled the plug…
©Drake J. Eszes
Dedicated to those who continue to make love to the clutter…
Categories:
perjury, identity, life,
Form:
Free verse
I am so smart, I can fool myself
but I am too stupid to figure me out.
What's your problem?
If you don’t stand for something,
You will fall for anything.
Now pick yourself up, get a number and wait for your turn.
I think, therefore I am over qualified.
And that’s why you work here.
No, it’s not ignorance nor arrogance
I’m just smarter than you.
Were you born deficient or are you just stupid today?
Do not believe or even read every word that I have written.
Do not believe everything you think.
Remember you are special, just like everyone else.
Remember to take your smart pills.
I can see you had an extra bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning.
Then stop pretending to be stupid, that’s just dumb.
When you leave home, don't forget where you live and
don't forget your pants, again.
Ask me about my ability to annoy anyone any time.
That’s Mr. Azzhole (aays - ol - aye) to you, it’s Esperanto.
And yes, it is part of my charm thanks for asking.
Are we having fun yet?
The daydream is the free thinkers nightmare,
what do you think? never mind
Perjury murdered imagination, without an assault rifle,
or second amendment rights, without mass media
or an internet connection. What's your excuse?
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said, I was going to blame you.
So, how does it feel to be back on the hamster wheel?
C’mon man really?
Categories:
perjury, abuse, bullying, conflict, satire,
Form:
There’s a legacy inside him,
As he sits upon his steed;
His heart is filled with honesty,
Not perjury or greed;
He rides the same old range,
That his father rode before;
And it’s been that way for forever,
A hundred years or more;
Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves,
That is a cowboy’s life;
Someday he may settle down,
And make some girl his wife;
He’s spent so many lonely nights,
Sleeping under the stars,
He hasn’t got a tattoo,
What he has are battle scars;
There’s a rip across his stomach,
From a rangy longhorn steer;
And even though it hurt like hell,
He never shed a tear;
He always outs on a brave face,
Emotions locked inside;
And for his cowboy heritage,
He feels only pride.
Categories:
perjury, adventure, animals, childhood, cowboy-western,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
My love’s sole parts I’ll never itemize,
To hack and chop proves meet for butcher’s meat,
And corpses, coroners anatomize.
Why part my sweet when each sole part’s unsweet?
Remove a piece, and make a saint a beast,
Their nothingness proves unsubscribable.
Completes all peace, my love’s an always feast,
Her everything proves indescribable.
But perjury to swear against my actions!
My poems partly catalog her portions.
What mean I now to fear component fractions?
The truth's impeached to live with freed distortions.
My whole life’s dead if when I try her heart,
With soulless dread I prove I’m not a part.
Categories:
perjury, love,
Form:
Sonnet
******************************P************************
Paranormal peasants of a pathetic and patient percentile
perpetrate peace from perjury..
A patriarch, parallel to a peaceful partisan passage..
******************************M************************
Meditation maliciously masks my mighty monogamous minx.
Modestly managing my machismo, mastering my maturity.
Jared Pickett
4/06/2010
Asavvy1
Categories:
perjury, imagination
Form:
Alliteration
You often hear those fellas who go bragging in the pub,
about women and their conquests, and how they’re the sexual hub,
they spruik about their exploits like they are a gift from God,
of course I end up listening to, the peas from in one pod.
Yeah, they’re out to beat each other with their antics in a bed,
thank God there’s not a woman here, to hear what has been said,
‘cause I’m sure they’d laugh their guts out at the drivel I have heard.
and I never speak off exploits. I say nothing… not a word.
In some ways I’m just like them; these mates who choose to brag,
I’ve had some nights out on the tear, and played the rutting stag,
but I would never tell those mates of mine about one night I had,
when I met this ‘bird’ in Melbourne, who’s looks were not too bad.
We got talking at the bar and so I brought her drinks and tea,
and after downing seven ouzo’s she was making eyes at me,
then she added some suggestions that quite openly I read
as a kind of invitation that she liked to share her bed.
Now those mates of mine with what they said is really second class,
and I know from my experience their acts would barely pass,
but let me tell you in the morning when it’s light I’m taking note,
of a photo on her dresser, that brought a lump into me throat.
I admit that I was worried with a need to understand,
so I asked her if this photo was her out of town husband,
she laughed and said “No, silly!” And snuggled up again,
but I had to clear the coast… “Is this your boyfriend then?”
She shook her head “No, not at all”, then nibbled on me ear,
“Who is it then?” I asked the lass, to minimize me fear.
She was upfront, she didn’t lie, and there was no perjury,
she kissed me gently then she said “It’s me, before the surgery.”
Categories:
perjury, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The death penalty.
What a laugh
And their pulling on strings
To keep this going
As their money bags swing
Lifelessly
From left to right.
How dare they take an old mans
Walking stick.
How dare they beat their wives,
Breaking the rule of thumb.
What catastrophe could place
This sodden child in their
Arms tonight.
She withers with fright
And is ever watchful of
The innkeeper
Who is paying his debt
To society with offhand eyes.
It is not the pangs of living
That silences her pleading.
Nor is it the throttler
With his sweaty palms so bleak.
It's not the putrid taste of
Tomorrows casualties
Or the attempts to stop the bleeding.
It is the innkeeper
Who is regarded as the man who
Sells perjury by the mouthfuls.
The innkeeper
With his iron stomach and
Scruples drunk
On sloth and negligence.
This wear and tear child
Can spot his hands through
The arched back of her manipulator.
His knuckles are white.
His knuckles are screaming
And singing the song of lechery
While he's avoiding whimpers
Of an exploited adolescent.
Avoiding interrogation.
Categories:
perjury, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form:
Free verse
A chance you armed as FOX YIN TUNG..
Trimmer chances will wangle out of laws.
Chance your arms are smuggle men.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG had chance to come true.
Chance would be fine as there are only disguised laws.
Poorer grades are some dissembles.
Double faces will hide but fight the laws by tricks.
No perjury all are FOX YIN TUNG with sins.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG also knows as Henry Fox by English names.
Miracle smuggle products earn a lot for legal charms illegally. Electronics also medicines load to boats and there may be drugs or heroin.
Henry Fox had bought and sold..
Bills and fames and poses are surest bet in FOX YIN TUNG life.
Henry fox had passed away. He also becomes our famous china official congress men when he came to senior ages.
True to say a man and family who smuggle goods and merchandises must try to take a pose as triad gangs.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--------
Categories:
perjury, dark, drug,
Form:
ABC
Blind and numb like death
dispenser of cudinatis, enemy of
the masses of mascara!
Made possible by holy
wizardry not in white Man's land
but within the enclave of black sentiment!
golden fleece released by mental ingenuity
I fear science! Technology awes me
in bewildered extremism!
But alas, my magic card is stolen
by the nemesis of unfortunate
altruism. Two ignoble gentlemen
joined in mischief stole my magic card!
Peddlers of ungodly trade
prodded this ugly cudgel at
my brow! oh! lola, noblest of
mankind! my miffed lips hardly
could utter a word to its detriment!
Oh! thanks, heavens! the card
lacked hole for unholy propitiation
they shall maneuver but the head
lies in the birth of the owner
except death and forceful recovery
can take away the secret number.
Alas naija! Alas my brother!
The trade mark identity has
been stolen. Whence shall I
go for reimbursement of the
stolen naira or who shall replace
the golden wallet? I do not
know! This act does not
surprise the city of Lagos, the
capital of moral impropriety.
At the end of this three moons,
my loads I shall pack and run
to safety where sanctity and truth
reign. in the north, similar
episode outplayed and the result
unexpected. But in this Lagos, theft
and perjury escalate.
Alas! Alas! My magic card thy
holy comfort I shall deeply miss
adieu! Sweat rainfall, adieu
Categories:
perjury, depression, nostalgia, death, death,
Form:
Elegy
He came on the brink of the ******* ascent to the White House;
A slave of an unusual sort.
He peered,
From the tiny window in the quarter,
At the snow
Smothering life,
And felt his predecessors’ woe.
Many, like Stella,
Came to find a groove
But purchased with perjury
Men with desires to excel;
To escape the clutch of privation
And scorn.
Ambitious to become house-wives
With uneducated spouses
And the need for the goodlife.
The unscrupulous requests grow intolerable
And recentments fester and prosper,
While the innocent observe
And absorb this lie.
Words cut like razor
And provoked the unthinkable;
Children, like chains,
And immigration shackles
Derailed the contemplations
Of living again.
Categories:
perjury, visionary
Form:
Free verse
Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat of perjury.
Mr. Mason always seemed to outsmart the district attorney.
He grilled those who were perpetrators of crime.
How can one be a lawyer and detective at the same time?
Categories:
perjury, dedication, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
I stood there one day
With my feet in the sand
Water to my waist
And hands spread around
The fish, all swam close
And swept against me
My fingers they nibbled
I felt so much glee
Nature’s beauty at best
When you feel all at one
When with wild you connect
It’s like touching the sun
Went there each day
To swim with the fish
Love that feeling I get
When my legs they do kiss
Then one day I met Carol,
She was feeding them all
Four years she said now
And took a roll call
She showed me the babies
And thousand there were
All growing and healthy
In this violent world
She shared with me bread
So I could feed them too
And I love her for that
I feel so in tune
She told me of trouble
With this one and that
Not wanting her feeding
Those fish where we’ve at
One friend he told me
A petition being signed
Opposing the feeding
Of our fish friends this time
I can not believe it
Can not understand
This world in such shortage
Few fish in our times
And here is someone
Heart big as can be
Doing something for this world
So good, as I see
One day she did ask me
If fish I could feed
Cause she could not make it
Was busy as a bee
Was happy to do that
Cause I love to feed them
And next morning was there
Bright, early and free
Those people I spoke about
Where so rude to me
They shouted, took photos,
Tried to intimidate me
I wonder at those people
In this world that were in
Where is their goodness
Hearts hard as can be
One day Carol, she told me
Abuse they did cause
They scattered her bread
All over the shore
What’s wrong with these people?
I can only ask
We are feeding some fish
There’s no harm in us
This world that we long for
Of peace and harmony
Of getting along
And having nature be free
How will we ever find it?
When as you can see
There are people out there
Who scream - commit perjury?
Shame on you people
We are doing no harm
Just feeding some fish
Just let us be calm
And we hope that you fishes
All grow up to fill
These oceans of ours
With food for our plead
I want for my children
And those next in line
To know what a fish is
In all ages of time
There is so many out there
Who kill and destroy
Who maim native animals
And shamelessly slaughter
So thank you dear Carol
For what you have done
For love you have given
To fishes all in one
Categories:
perjury, animals, caregiving, food, day,
Form:
Free verse
Another father being robbed,
another supposedly mother try to deprive another man from doing his job,
another heart break,
so many mothers feel the need to take,
often spreading rumors their baby's fathers
are fake not allowing him his parental intake
while so many father's are being blamed
but why do you try to shame the love another
father is trying to claim.
Another father being robbed,
no mother can truly do a man's job so don't
get wrong because you think your love has good intentions and is that for you or the
child!!!
Another father dragged through the courts,
so many women lying under oat,
getting away with perjury while leaving a the
child to go hungry of a father's teaching instead of learning the fundamentals of the bible's preaching.
So many father being robbed,
no credit to the ones doing a good job,
not enough recognition on father's day,
not a male model to teach them how to obey.
A system that favours mothers but how
can any mother exercise the roles of a man,
why do so many mums fail to understand
the natural nature that comes with man
after all we're all human.
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Categories:
perjury, fathers day, inspirational, my
Form:
Lyric
We’ve heard it said,
That partial sight is worse than no sight
We would rather not see men as trees.
That half-truth is no truth
It is rather a blatant lie.
That partial information is no information
Better to be called a misinformation.
Therefore if you will,
When you give sight, be like Jesus
If you would swear an Oath
Make it void of all trace of perjury
And if you must tell tale
Always tell the full story, a balanced story
When You Speak.
Categories:
perjury, adventure, corruption, depression, desire,
Form:
Sonnet