Best Pretensions Poems
who taught u forgiveness?
that misunderstood flavor
u question my intentions
hidden in my behaviour
i wonder if today will last?
i wonder your religion?
i question your pretensions
i long to be forgiven
everyone is guilty
some just got position
some try not to hurt u
most just never listen
i try not to lie too much
cuz liars never prosper
but sometimes i'm a sinner
i'm kneeling at your altar
Categories:
pretensions, faith,
Form:
Ballad
Surprised by sharp reflection’s sudden glance
His dreaming depths awaken to the real
Stark visage draws him in its raptured trance
Square figure’s piercing slate blue eyes reveal
Young vain lad deep within begs him to flinch
Pretensions of youth scurry from hard light
Yet fear will not cow him to give an inch
Reflected nose to his, he stands forthright
Time’s telltale gray flecks ‘round wan scar betray
lean, harried features sharpened by the miles
Yet turquoise buoyance in him does outweigh
thin sun-baked wrinkles deepened by his smiles
To depths, his older eyes can truly see
the dauntless, yet soft soul the boy can’t be
8/10/16
Categories:
pretensions, age, introspection, wisdom,
Form:
Sonnet
Sty all your bodied waters
And libelous pretensions.
Hang leather headed juries
Beside some tethered eddies.
Drown me down
In new baptismal rivers.
Spread eagle me upon
Some granite black outcroppings.
And let my liver ribbon
From beaks of shadowed ravens.
Let my thigh bones
Fossil on the rocks.
Should I be buried under
When cliffs calf shuddered thunders,
No words of prayer be spoken
Just leave and let me be.
Categories:
pretensions, assonance, eulogy,
Form:
Free verse
Remember me (like this)…
A smile that made your heart
Feel lighter
A word that made your
Day brighter
An embrace you only wanted
To be tighter
Please remember me…
Like this
Forget the frowns
Forget the pouts
Forget the downs
The angry bouts
Forget the times
I wasn’t there
Forgive me for that
Frigid stare and…
Remember me like this…
A hug whenever you
Needed one
A back rub…
late at night
A place to go to
When you felt so low
A touch that felt
So right
Remember me…
The provider for the family
Companion always there
Old friend and confidante
Cuddly Teddy bear
Gentle soul with good intentions
A moral man who could not lie
Humble man with no pretensions
A man you can’t forget, even if you try
A stubborn man…I’ll give you this
A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss
A man always ready
with a tender kiss
So when, (and if…) you reminisce
Please remember me
…Like this…
Categories:
pretensions, bereavement, emotions, farewell, forgiveness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"He can sit in a room, and not perish"*
Or might he stand upon the deck,
release the dove, and weep for years,
not for its loss,
nor for the triumph of its flight
above the waters; they are not of God,
they are the backwash of our fears.
There in his room alone,
imprisoned by his conscience
he may let his mind fly free
while tears beneath his wings
may no more flood the ground.
But we are not alone;
we have the educated man fulfilled...
and weeping. He has not such irony
for comfort.
It is a flood to cling to.
Fears, we understand;
they are our bulwark
when an educated man could speak—
could sweep us all away with wonder,
separate us from such grand pretensions.
We are not free to weep with him.
We may not seek the refuge of the mind,
eyes not for insight, not for closing,
senses bound upon another time
away, another circus of distraction,
yes, another box of little men
to dance upon the screen.
It is a dance to take away our fears,
a dance beguiling death,
suspending it awhile with candied tears
and frosted dreams protecting us from envy,
nodding to the educated man apart,
who sits there in his room alone
and weeping for us,
just as we who may not see
across the arch of his reality,
cannot.
~
*quotation from Jacques Barzun
Categories:
pretensions, education, dance, dance, may,
Form:
Free verse
I’m 26. Gone to old, faded in bold
How do I start my story?
My predicament ignites in fury
Too busy making money
Tell me if cash ever makes you happy?
Where do I find my passion?
I need something to forget oblivion
I’m too scared to miss out
Call me trigger happy, my body’s in drought
I am reaching for intimacy
Share a bed with someone, un-cuff me
I’m jaded, ignition has faded
You tell me you miss me
With spooning, you seem itchy
There is no point in trying
Thanks to robotics I’m surviving
Swipe right and build a conversation
A stranger on tinder to fill the desperation
I am done with pretensions
I am 26 and I’m letting go of future humiliations
Don’t let me be the typical girl.
I am not, I don’t wear pearls
The world cares less for singles
The singles rejoice the world’s pickles.
I will continue living my life freely
No pressure. I’m 26, screw serendipity.
Categories:
pretensions, birthday, self, september, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
We have hurled to heaven
a polished golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And night and day we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen long and hard
for whatever we may hear.
In our attempts to span the void
what should we say to humanoid
or other minds that we might find?
Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock?
Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed
and denser now than densest stone?
Of light that's darker far than any
depth of night; of pulse; of tone?
Shall we speak of lairs, and air? Of hints?
Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents?
Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs?
Of hanging plant or swaying palm?
Shall we touch upon the calm
of thin free ions strewn
through much of soupy space?
Shall we chat of heat and ice;
of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash;
of mean and nice -- of atoms, or of Eve?
Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers?
Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours?
Of nothing? Of zero or of hero?
Of evil and of good?
Shall we talk of hate and haste;
of love; of taste -- below; above;
around? Of iron and of wood?
Or should we stick to lectures on
celestial navigation and our tools?
Can we talk? May we sing?
Will our phones ever ring
providing good connections,
bringing news that pretensions
all aside we're not the universe's
only singular and lonely fools.
Categories:
pretensions, angst, hope, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Ah! The beast rolls his tongue in your blame
he knows all actions and pretensions that
cause you shame
Too afraid to face your shame, you play his game.
Thinking you get away with it
the beast knows when your hell is legit
and he takes you from inside
Steals your pride. He owns you,
don't you see- you can't fight eternity.
Praying is the selfish way to keep the beast at bay
but eventually he finds you
eventually he owns you.
Few, honored, few revered
few people have nothing to fear.
Only if one can spiritually conquer the beast-
Few shall taste the sweet fruits of Heaven's feast-
Less you conquer your personal beast.
Motif- Philosophical
By A. Green
Categories:
pretensions, depression, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
I wish I was more of a fool,
Whose only happiness is to make folly my desires;
Nonsense to which I assented my ego,
To err the only decency I fondled.
I wish I was more of a coward,
Whose only dismay is I myself being a hero;
A morsel of gallantry is scattered,
Losing the identity of a knight errant.
I hate it when I become so enthused,
With the thing most of the people hate;
Or perhaps I am just so fond of pretensions,
Candidly spoiling the inceptive of sanity.
I hate it when the heart's debacle is unmasked,
Becoming too mundane to obscure;
Dragging me to the abyss of deception,
Desperately seeking for my lost soul.
What can I be to you? A scoundrel perhaps?
A naught would be much appalling too;
It gives me no option for bliss,
Nor the dire longing for a kiss.
I walk leaving with no trace.
Head held up like a king with no crown;
Wide enough my kingdom it may seem,
My queen I lost, my treasure I wasted.
How can I get up from below,
Deserting the future it may offer;
I can only do a little with what I have,
Constantly waning from what is left inside.
I wish of my own stupidity, bragging it loosely,
Claiming my own ardor in disdain;
The desolation was never in my mind,
Until I lost my fervor, my amity, my love.
Categories:
pretensions, absence, blue, feelings, lost,
Form:
I had no plan to fall in love with you,
still you won me without pretense or art
when you walked into my life impromptu.
Just the real you with no retinue
of fakers saying lines and acting parts;
I had no plan to fall in love with you.
There you came with no gain to pursue,
no pretensions. You exposed your heart
when you walked into my life impromptu.
You swept away the ugly residue
others left behind. Oh, this broken heart!
I had no plan to fall in love with you.
Strange as it may seem to those who view,
this crazy love we share had its start
when you walked into my life impromptu.
Tomorrows will keep coming as they do
and you and I will always be sweethearts;
I had no plan to fall in love with you
when you walked into my life impromptu.
Copyright, January 20, 2016
Categories:
pretensions, love, valentines day,
Form:
Villanelle
You are in between
A little move and you are unclean
Pitching water without killing the fire
Confusion and delusion, Retire.
You are in between
Like a dying rain on a bright sunshine
So sublime, you’re always crossing the line
A character a novel will never have
A life repeatedly judged, it doesn’t budge.
You are in between
A head-turning beauty, always seen.
A soul with pure intentions,
Reciprocated with vile pretensions
Somewhere in between
A shadow of a lady and its miniature
Wide eyed ignorant, begging for an answer
Unlock a door and let her in
Or tear her apart, rip her skin
The love she chose, the life she has given
Elements of sacrifice, the price she’s paying
Take her on either side
Divide.
Don’t be an in between.
Collide.
Categories:
pretensions, depression, for her, loneliness,
Form:
Elegy
Dreams…
Vague and Pure
Pieces of Miseries
Sad but Obscure
Dream of the wrong person
Live trying to be in the right.
Close your eyes shut
Sequel of puzzled dreams
You owe them explanations.
They can’t pay with a rewind.
Love is endless
Could be a river of sins
Or a plateau of pretensions.
How could I spell it out?
When my heart’s dry.
I once dream
T’was once a fantasy
I made it reality.
Walk Past like a nightmare
Now I reminisce with a bottle of LIGHT
Here’s to a box of life
Only escaping in dreams
Fear tied the realist
Close thy eyes til’ the innocents awake.
Categories:
pretensions, betrayal, depression, dream, goodbye,
Form:
Elegy
Who Cares?!
They see horrible things happen!
They observe and take no action.
Their sick defense is who cares!?
Let me rephrase it: who dares!?
You stop caring, you stop feeling!
You stop feeling, you lose meaning!
What is life like without meaning?
Worthless, sterile, and demeaning!
What is life like without caring?
What is life like without sharing?
Fake ideals and false pretensions!
Hell incarnate with good intentions!
13/4/2014
Categories:
pretensions, care, caregiving, self, sympathy,
Form:
Verse
The fragrance of love,
Sweet friendship,
Pretensions drop, life grows.
Categories:
pretensions, friendship
Form:
Haiku
The distant toll of the temple bells
As clock strikes, thou tread upon the sacred temple
Lifting up hands with the Holy Assembly
“Father I thank you am not a sinner like her
I fast and pray like the Apostle Paul
And I pray in tongues more than all”
“ba ba la ba ta la la la
ba ba ka ba la ta ya
mana talla ta ta ya”
Empty babblings! Meaningless verbosities!
Why all these pretensions and ostentatious prayers friend?
Why can’t all these noise and hypocrisy end?
One who drinks iniquity like water
A noisy gong scooped of all her fruits
Never able to shod thy feet with the ‘Golden boots’
You seem to please the demons, hear their unceasing echoes
You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong!!
You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong!!
I rather you plea for mercy
And pray thy demons away
Before they prey thee away
These spiritual gymnastics can be deceiving
You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong!
For thou knoweth not the Masters ‘Love Song’
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. [1Corinthians 13:1-ESV]
Categories:
pretensions, bible, character, christian, jesus,
Form:
Ballade