Best Pretense Poems

If you were not going to 
Love me in the morning,
You should have crept away
Into the moonlight, 
Faceless
You should have left 
Before the daylight
Burst into the bedroom
With sparkling hope

You should not have stayed
Lingered
Loitered 
Laughing in my kitchen
Drinking from my plastic mug
Acting as If 
You were...

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Simple Pretense


Shut up!
My God. Can’t you say anything positive?
Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away.
Away from the corneas of my soul?
I know where the light switch is. Do you?
I know where the dog has buried its bone. Do you?
I know what lurks...

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Truth - Justice - Trust  
Three players around a bridge table 
move their pieces on the game board,  
all the Squares are Red 
from blood spilled by making the wrong move,
for believing the lies of a worthy opponent called Truth
eyes that lie -...

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Promiscuous passions pretense

Promiscuous passion puts on a pretense
as he pridefully tries to prove his physical prowess

Promiscuous passion presumptuously pursues prey
by projecting his powerful persona on the perfect person

Promiscuous passions asks would you dance with me please
as he pours profusely personal admiration along with the drink

Promiscuous...

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Why shouldn't  beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly, 
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!


We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident...

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I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise

The fine, white, sun...

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White crosses
show a thousand loses
row upon row of wars destruction

each one a voice of reproach and accusation
felt in the tears of a families devastation
heard in each graves silence

a humankind offense
Man's pretense



For the contest "TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE"
By Linda Rutherford
5/24/14...

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Proper conduct at its best when under check
Returning to originality when freedom is let loose
Experienced to show inactivity while in action or
Traditionally doing while in the real sense not doing
Even the sun isn’t powerful enough to detect foul play
Not until a misstep sets the fake...

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IT DON’T PRETEND
It doesn’t on fun every day entices
It goes out of it way and no vices
It believes as it was on the credo nicea
It is not on the materials and frivolities

It wants to be always protected
Argument it hates to be protracted
Never does it want...

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Good or evil in life are bound by rebirth,
Denounce karma and the riddles get complex,
Anoint the mind to tame Maya's virtuosity;
Or remain detached to its novel delights?

Confronted by soured hunger in false life's pleasure,
Aesthetic desire gagged with violent anger,
Permeate forlorn and forfeited frolic cravings,
Within destructive...

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There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air and life. No fear
of the unclean. Or the co-mingling scent...

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Should my son..., 

walk with hands held high?

Head down?

Give you a smile?

When his heart, 

his soul, 

and even his mind,

holds a frown?

Just so that, 

you don't feel threatened?

Just so that the warriors, 

that he descends from,

are not beckoned?

Just so that, 

the superiority that you feel,

comes...

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Pretense

I felt bad.
But not bad enough.
It's really all I ever had.
Waking up to reality is tough.

That was your choice.
I believed a lie.
The truth was right there.
You didn't even try.
Why am I asking myself why?
Why do I even care?

I shouldn't think twice.
Who were you to give...

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A spring forbodes hope after winter, many say
	But is there truth to this? My mind asks this question.
I find no hope in my life, in my years or days,
	Never is there an encouraging turn; a revolution.

You became my friend—that much many saw,
	But were you really?...

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Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand
Jumped 40 glassy stories on command.
Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand.
Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide
Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides.
So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride, 
(Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side),
Tossing constant...

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