Best Prevarications Poems
Archangel that sways upon my peripheral pedestal,
Your eyes flutter gaunt pernickety,
An anachronistic presumption that does not grant fastidious rebuttal,
A perennial anathema that balances on a threshold so rickety,
Your scruples warrant the acceptance of abeyance,
Disguised muse, Incitor of Loath, your canker manifests itself,
Your sophistry is deflected in one single moment of sense,
Then emerge fettered wings and claws of malign wealth.
Bleeding thorn rose,
Personification of deception,
The resonance of your nefarious heartbeat breeds in my woes,
Beauty is just an artful perception,
Prevarications that even fool chicanery,
A ruse that compelled the fatal touch,
Oh white rose, now a blood red filled prism of rivalry,
A slight prick, poisoned my heart as such.
A circus of freaks dancing upon my intoxication,
Sober Liquid that mock my hallucinations,
Life,like the glass of the night, breaks at the light of dawn.
Categories:
prevarications, sad,
Form:
ABC
Oso the One-eyed Wino
By Gary L Thomas
...has a doubly unique perspective on this
Flat world. The depth that passes as distance
From an objective makes him subject to
Prevarications, half-truths and subtle innuendos
And makes him the lone wolf of the bear-den.
Burdened with this yoke and joke of butts his one
Eye tears more than any other.
Being a-lone visionary and trusting not
The paths that other men may take
He beats a path to the burning bush
To gain the insight of all the ages and
Finds that kisses really are a better fate than wisdom
And a bear's-hug is superior to brilliance of thought...
And beast-sex is better than the honey-laced love of Poets.
Categories:
prevarications, dark, perspective,
Form:
Footle
Believing prevarications, from you, confined,
taking the route to the open lands, so blind,
unsighted within alternative techniques,
you and me in contact, two afflicted, combined,
they always expressed the truth, we were unique.
Uncanny combination, circumstance affairs,
me acting out of regret, you acting debonair,
answers left more questions, interrogation,
believing actions set in motion, not repaired,
I'm caught between two worlds, interpolation.
Made your bed, now I sleep in deep ruefulness,
no more direction, our existence unfruitfulness,
characteristics, weak, broken mirrors bring trouble,
I wake up in morbid decay full of dreadfulness,
your excuses full of lunacy and forceful rebuttal.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 16, 2016
Categories:
prevarications, angst, break up, lost
Form:
Verse
Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...
(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)
twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no longer defend!
Thus...once again, (or...as per usual),
this poem iz a boot
ruminations about bout,
who else except this ole coot
at das receiving end damned
lifetime role, and goot
raw end of deal, sans docks side of
moon efficient intervention
(teachers never gave a hoot)
as they appeared oblivious,
how moost all classmates did loot
mine emotional account, viz
cheap trick super tramp ping coot
tees reviled, renounced,
and wreaked havoc as root
of all misfortunate previous
to mine existence,
as iced (sic culled) hood
reaper remained mute
and scythe lent,
while (cue in dolorous)
melody issued from
Mose Arts magic flute,
whereat serpent (also known
in political circles as
Sally Salamander Newt
Gingrich) charmed goaded,
and relentlessly needled
Eve with snake hushed snoot,
thenceforth viper got ramrod
rigid taut as jute
of course this a fallacy as
just smore hove my fruit
fully "FAKE" pre fabric hated
discombobulated trumpeting ill suit
head prevarications – more
offal than glute
tee us expulsion, donned
as invisible faux poetic
apparel clothing with astute
cheeky effects, thus allowing,
enabling, and providing
adapt tub bull usage as zoot suit,
or as space age jumpsuit,
when I travel (with my cute Malamute
outsize prairie dog like fine home
companion) to the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
which groovy farout signals
detected by vodafone
and desperate plea made
to aliens to abduct me
(receiving an affirmative
digital binary tone)
courtesy of publishers,
unlike the negative responses,
predictably forecast, no complex koan
but clear as day -
inducing a slight inward moan,
which figurative slap in face
finding yours figuratively prone,
hence...a recurring well known
fantasy regarding plucking
this chicken (198920) heart lee
moss see rolling stone.
Categories:
prevarications, age, birthday, depression, fantasy,
Form:
Bio
"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A Chalice filled with promise is naught but empty if held and turned the same. Once upright empty , still ; as silent as a plea unaswered . The void of need unfilled.To late to slake a Knightly thirst. Lips parched and broken , will never hold that cup upright.While misbegotten fools grasping crudely , face her to the ground. With vulgar jibes and leers they sit and drink their fill of She who suffers the slings and arrows of fools thrown coppers for the Goddess , in Whom they don't believe. James Patrick Kail August 4th 2012"
Categories:
prevarications, love, on work and
Form:
repitious symphathy bracing graffiti upon the walls i animate
elegiac words morphing into their stark existance
inanimate figures peel away to shade the world gray
their vows spoken through echoes of blood screaming out my eulogy
reiterating their prevarications which induce the opaque starlight
the contours emit a reflection deceiving the effigy
singing vacant pantomime to the adorn imperfect perfections
Categories:
prevarications, angst, loss, love, nostalgia,
Form:
I sit here and try to digress
To grapple on the hold of restlessness
Feelings of tyrannical fearlessness
Close your eyes and be helpless
Oh I throw my hands up to be rid of this mess
I roam and roam running from thoughts of sleeplessness
Twists and turns to untangle the rest
To conquer it all and be the best
No thoughts aligned and no progress
To wrangle through and pass the test
To see the way it all manifests
No prevarications or imitations I suggest
To keep away the nagging pest
It's cumbersome as my mind digests
Categories:
prevarications, funny, introspection, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Read
Trees (solidity presenting)
Fluttering leaves
The light kissed plants merry with the wind free and clean
The rain stream glimmering to
a speckled burst of sun
Gentle easy rolling chuckle of
The sighing creek
Uncluttered sea green
Ah read the ripple (and if you hanker success that day, smell the dirt)
Read
The people prevarications (attendant chicanery) digitally respirating goofed on technology / hope's dilution on endless extension
Read
The blank vista
Cloud proclamations and
Twilights gold riddled clarification
That shall permit languishing
Books and songs have been my
Life's blood
But then it is just schmo/mooks mouthing off
Read
The perfect view point
To watch the world go
**** up
Soak up your/ time / space /
Up to
This eventual farewell / for now /
Read
Categories:
prevarications, language,
Form:
Elegy
Lie
on
shifting
sands of truth-
in pragmatic hands.
Categories:
prevarications, people, philosophy, political,
Form:
Fibonacci
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
For thirty years You would not open to me;
You remained closed, hard and tense,
like a clenched fist.
For thirty years You have not broken me
with Your alien ways,
prevarications and distance.
Like a child dismissed,
I have watched You prey upon the hope in me,
knowing "mercy" is chance
and "heaven"—a list.
Originally published by "The Bible of Hell" (anthology). NOTE: I call mercy “chance” and heaven a “list” because the bible says its “god” predestines some people to be “vessels of mercy” and others to be “vessels of destruction.” Thus mercy is reduced to the chance of birth and heaven is a precompiled list of the lucky few. Of course there is no reason to believe in such a diabolical “god” or such an unjust “heaven” ... but billions have, and do. Keywords/Tags: Christian, Christianity, God, Jesus, Bible, faith, hope, love, salvation, heaven, hell, mercy, grace, religion, belief, communion
Categories:
prevarications, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Verse
Dissonance in me awakens
Feelings faint and badly shaken
by hearts - come clean - that are now achin'
no thanks to my prevarications …
Women: Sense a man’s unease
~ Flee from him and his disease
Categories:
prevarications, faith, heartbroken, moving on,
Form:
Couplet