Best Prevaricate Poems
I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.
I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.
I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.
I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.
I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.
I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and
the need to mark it.
I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.
I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.
I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.
I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.
I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.
Categories:
prevaricate, allegory, introspection, life, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
lie
fake, fudge
deluding, duping, deceiving
falsity, falsify, facticity, factuality
presuming, prevailing, predicating
validity, veracity
truth
Categories:
prevaricate, character, confusion, truth,
Form:
Diamante
So many ask
What can we do?
The world's gone to pot
Come completely unglued
Return to the Basics
Commandments One (and Two)
The first is Be Fruitful - 'P'ru' *
The second, Multiply - 'Ur'vu' *
Get married, have children
as many as you possibly can
Raise 'em up right, and watch ~
One day they'll rule the land
Not the Bidens or Trumps
nor the Obamas or Clintons ~
Our children won't prevaricate or lie
Our children will stare an enemy
straight in the eye
______________________________________
* 'P'ru' means 'Be fruitful' and 'Urvu' means
'Multiply' in the Hebrew language, the language
of Genesis and the Old Testament. Together
they actually constitute the first commandment
in the Bible: "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the
earth and subdue it."
Categories:
prevaricate, children, integrity, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
The Chinese tend to take the long-term view.
They do things differently in Old Cathay.
A thousand decades, almost to the day,
have come and gone. There’s really nothing new.
While foreigners fixate on Fu Manchu,
The Eastern mind sees things another way.
While we pervert, prevaricate, parlay,
the “chink” prefers to chew, review, construe.
“Since Revolution’s what you like to do,”
some western wag asked Mao in sixty-two,
what of the French?” (Vendée, Charlotte Corday,
the sans-culottes, et cetera.) “Your view?
A triumph, or disaster?” Like Sun-Tzu,
Tse Tung replied, “It’s far too soon to say.”
Categories:
prevaricate, satire, , western,
Form:
Sonnet
It's always someone, something else,
that's made your life a living hell
abstain, explain, complain, campaign,
work on your pitch and make it sell
Blame the weather, blame the seasons
blame your parents, blame your friend
there's no excuses, there's only reasons,
it can't be you; you're innocent
You need a villain to your quarry,
an antagonist to complete the cast
it's current pressures, future worries
or something that happened in the past
Object, confuse or obfuscate
avoid the mirror and twist the facts
enhance, invent, prevaricate
but hide behind your victim mask
Categories:
prevaricate, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw the truth lying around
Looked again, it can't be found.
Where it went when and why
Sorry, it must've passed me by.
Suddenly I'm feeling broken
Others say I've misspoken.
I'm tired pretending it's okay
To see my truth slip away.
I ought to see what is true
So I'll know what to do.
But it doesn't work that way
Lies most often get more play.
When I ask, they prevaricate
Don't deserve this, not my fate.
Truth prevails over lies
People's goodness long survives.
Whoever took it, they obfuscate
Bring it back, it's not too late.
Find my truth it will always be
Lies trap us in, let's be free.
Today I saw the truth lying around
Thought it lost but now it's found.
Categories:
prevaricate, freedom, how i feel,
Form:
Couplet
when on a lark, this primate shut his eyes
until sight formed slits doubling up as a wink
this earthling stared hard and scrunched brow
unintentionally mimicking,
the familiar Auguste Rodin statue
likened to a pose when one doth think
perhaps said captive pose pondering
(similar to me) about life on other planets
while I stared at lunar surface
akin to a disc or dime sized skating rink
awash with luminescence
and imaging himself whisked away
by an alien, synonymous
to the peculiar millions miles distant pastische
manifested entity than didst slink
a non hue man feline looking cat in the hat
comical creatures decked out entirely in pink
soft halos conjured up saintly mink
or...a far fetched thought suddenly
came to form in my mind,
that this har creature a found missing link
whose nocturnal glowing facade exploding charade
possibly a message
or motion nothing more
than routine smoothing out an anatomical kink
on front and back oh head resembling
a Doctor Zeus characterization,
viz a harmless rat fink
hm...maybe a vestigial progenitor
of former birth by Gaia now extinct
though from afar, the b52 shaped being
aye espied as fur ball affixed
with a long elephant like snout to drink
and appeared to lack occipital orbs,
yet evinced possible mode to see via a chink
impossible to restrain me noggin
appearing to nod and blink,
--------------------------------
hence entranced my attention fixed
from faint (perhaps a feint)
flickr ring meant as playful faux
role playing lunatic humorous acting wry
impossible to decode explicit antics
(of spacial cosmic guest),
no matter eyes nearly shut tight visual
wondering if non verbal communication
of mine correctly interpreted
meant to kibitz and vie
despite impossibility to validate,
a continuous effort yours truly did try
fixing thy gaze, nee straining
with alm aye might to esse spy
if cheap trick concocted entire visage,
which might not constitute life form
(admitting this chap to prevaricate,
and be full of baloney),
himself prone to confabulate
(dropped one to many times on the head)
when this rocky lunar image,
a moon scape comprising nothing
boot ham and cheese on rye.
Categories:
prevaricate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
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Pronunciate, predominate, preponderate, prevaricate,
Precipitate, pontificate, pomegranate, postulate –
Problem?
Do not attempt to look these words up!
That dictionary shouldn’t be w-i-d-e open like your mouth
Or can’t you handle multi-syllabic lexis?
I thought you were TOUGH, MIGHTY and STRONG
Yet lower,
Lower,
Down into the ground
A million thoughts lay scattered, here, there and everywhere
WAIT A MINUTE
I thought you were INVINCIBLE and POWERFUL
So HARD that you could DEFEAT anything that came your way
I THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN AND hide
Why, this room is as LOUD as s-i-l-e-n-c-e
I see that your friends aren’t with you now
What happened to your BIG mouth! Cat got your tongue?
But when your friends are around
Your tongue can’t resist a good workout
Up, down, t-w-i-r-l it a-r-o-u-n-d
I thought that Audacious was your middle name
Oh, here comes Georgia Giraffe. Cat got your tongue again?
The old YOU jumps out and reveals itself
When YOU LOOK down AT PEOPLE
Those known as the vulnerable
So why is it that when people LOOK down AT YOU
You put on a mask?
Such an innocent and friendly face!
Scared now? Met your match?
I thought that if you had a pound for every fight you had won
Every human alive would be penniless
Silly sausage! Oh, sorry! Offended?
Truth hurt? Are you a victim?
Well, imagine what it feels like to be a victim!
Where the world is an e-v-e-r-l-a-s-t-i-n-g nightmare
Look here, look there, but there is no escape route
I-m-a-g-i-n-e what it feels like to want to t-u-r-n back the clocks
Where you can never see the shine
If it isn’t too much of a HARD task, then
Bully, OH bully
-Imagine-
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
prevaricate, anti bullying, children,
Form:
Free verse
Well I don't want to even think about the world today
I'd rather take a little break and make a way to play
When end to ending has no end well then my friend retreat
To find a better time to mine the wisdom of defeat.
Today the life-size Trumpy dolls
Are selling fast in discount malls.
They come in only orangey white,
For Trump the color scheme is right.
Accesories include: red ties,
old man-tan cans, ten books on lies.
And if a bit more coin you bid,
He'll name you every whore he did.
His list is long and trending white -
Except exotic ethnic night.
The only arty deal he's made
Was made in Moscow getting laid.
He bargains down, each lustful thrust,
To screw the screwed like Trumpy's must.
So fans of Trump I'll tell you true
He doesn't give one whit for you.
You say he's not of Washington
And wants to change how things are done.
Well I agree the time is due
To find new minds who'll serve us true.
But we should really all disdain
An egocentric, crazy brain.
And that is why a Donald lie
Will Trump a lie from you or I.
He says he loves our fighting force,
This dodger of the draft of course.
He was a coward during war -
What makes you think he is no more.
I don't believe he is sincere,
A latent bully bringing fear
The day our towers were brought down
Trump hears the Muslim cheers in town.
Another fabricated fact
Made foul by one who lacks in tact.
It is the way Trump fosters hate;
Embellish then prevaricate.
To me the only thing a fan
Can boast about this flim-flam man
Is that he has'nt started war -
But given time - he'll give you more.
Some faces may be turning red
In anger at the words I've said,
But friends I hope my diatribe
Is taken as a slight aside.
I give you words to mull around
Inside the pride we all have found
By sharing freedom's liberty
In search of commonality.
Categories:
prevaricate, america, conflict,
Form:
Quatrain
Winston has passed on...
She heard him rummaging, turning on taps
opening the fridge, you know, stuff like that
removing her coat, a black felt-like hat
she set the long table and stroked her sad cat
then calling out as he stomped upstairs
You know that snow has stopped out there?
idly listening to his suitcases click
life, she mused, is cruel, unseemly quick
You see he'd bought his doggie fresh meat
rarely would Winston receive such a treat
she vigorously scrambled eggs with soft butter
anxiously preparing a meal for their supper
their tea lightly milked before she'd reveal
she'd buried his dog in that far orchard field
buried him deep in a Hessian sack
buried him deep next to old Jack
Winston will never again play fetch
eat them damn apples **** dribble retch
how could she describe Winston's demise
how could she prevaricate confabulate lie
they'd constantly worried about it all going to far
those hoops that tunnel that damn see-saw
devilish chicanes coloured balls
Yet round and round he loved it all
so feckin happy before he finally expired
one more summer you know he'd be nearly retired
excessive exertions is what they would say
Vet said so, don't ya know last Wed-nes-day
now poor Winston would run no more
howl to get in before peeing on the floor
don't cry she sobbled it is for the best
but I felt such guilt I must also state this
before I smothered that big head in wet clay
I painted his death mask earlier today
Oh how he wept as he turned sad and broken
Winston's image, a poorly executed token
Categories:
prevaricate, hilarious, , cute,
Form:
Takes it a powerful, almighty congerie of the
Most toilsome and rigorous lucubration,
To write these, my poems...my poetries.
Or, insofar as declaring, do I
Attempt thus to prevaricate?
Is my literary legerdemain
And poetic prestidigitation and prognostication such that it
Requires little duty, less laboriousness, and a
Far lesser sort of toilsomeness to compose this,
My poetry?
This be the forty-fourth poetic work by my hand enwritten
In this hebdomadal period-
This week, in short.
Yes, in something lesser than a hebdomadal span, even
Did I complete, thus far,
This three-notebooked writing.
Quotidian was this writing and diurnal,
And hodiernally I can write little of the quondam poems:
Written in such a fervorous, blazing, blurring manner,
That I scarce am sure I canst rightly recall the composition of a solitary one.
Categories:
prevaricate, angst, anxiety, art, august,
Form:
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Categories:
prevaricate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Write some limericks using words below.
Here are some examples that I just created.
Jim Horn
Bar Stool Had Been Destroyed
Instead of him being a drinking fool,
Threw bar stool into swimming pool;
Now no longer here,
Or close and near;
Did find destroyed in a fighting duel.
Want You To Do
Here is what I will want you to do;
Use words below being quite a few;
With pen in hand,
Do something grand;
Write limericks making dreams come true.
Rambunctious, unctuous, sumptuous.
Affinity, amenity, obscenity.
Steward, assured, reoccurred.
Invigorate, integrate, satiate.
Caress, impress, duress.
Eatable, incredible, pitiful
Urinal, nocturnal, eternal.
Sedate, wait, constipate, celebrate.
Illustrate, prevaricate, humiliate.
Propensity, proclivity, sensitivity.
Worrying, hurrying, scurrying.
Remote, devote, anecdote.
Caught, onslaught, bought.
Heard some say, going my way and make my day.
Realize, scrutinize, alibis.
Escapade, made, parade
Sprayed, laid, cavalcade.
Cultural, natural, fulfil.
Devastating, contemplating, relating.
Parallel, compel, sell.
Skin, men, again.
Compensate, remonstrate, procreate, appropriate.
Aspire, entire, mire, higher.
Try these on for size.
Categories:
prevaricate, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission...
Finds muss elf facing Lenovo
(external Macbook
Pro screen) whoosh'n
with all manner
of thoughts cascading,
flowing and swoosh'n
thru ma mind like
yoyo wing thoughts,
whether right now
aboot me late Russian
maternal grandfather,
who made a
lasting imp Prussian
though whose departure
more'n deuce
score years ago,
nonetheless left
many a question
on me boyhood
memory, no matter
he predominantly talked
Yiddish with smidgen
of English peppering conversation
with scant sprinkling of
Anglo Saxon known to him
despite crossing ocean
as a scrappy young lad,
(and hightailing to America
as a possible stowaway)
for some notion
never told, hence I prevaricate
whipping oop tall tales
courtesy magic potion
of spellbinding words,
not the least bit concerned
freely falsifying any quotation,
cuz no paper trail
extant for citation,
nor other medium survived
attesting to birth family
of said relation
Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky,
his near half century ago
passing into oblivion,
sans after major life mission
emigrating to Ellis Island
bing faux scion of
attending sewing spool
as self taught
harried styled swift tailor
finding goo goo
doll young bride
(eighteen Earth orbitz
round the sun his junior),
she died during her late 50's
(during early nineteen sixties)
attributed to poor nutrition,
which definitely aggravated
by poor dentition
tooth fully, not
fondly remembered for
doting o'er my mama
(the last born)
as favored offspring
at psychological expense
for beastly crush'n
life source of two eldest daughters.
Categories:
prevaricate, 12th grade, class, crush,
Form:
Free verse
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest twinkle in her eye,
I would prevaricate.
Then to my joy my skill infused
the sweetest of all utterings,
replaced my pap, my sputterings,
no more was I confused.
If I cannot sustain my gift
for stately verse and subtle rhymes,
then I will suffer bitter times,
condemned to loll and drift.
Categories:
prevaricate, tribute, writing,
Form:
Quatrain