Best Sophistry Poems
I have been sequestered amongst the desert sands
like the Israelites before they claimed Canaan
Wandering about right beside my homeland
All for some kind of cosmic lesson or training
The unsatisfying, brackish water of this cactus
Has given me just enough energy to walk a little more
Yet I feel this is all prologue; it is merely practice
So I wave to Zacchaeus as I climb the sycamore
From such lofty heights I can see a formidable plateau
On which most men sit back and rest on their laurels
I hear the legato breaking the walls around Jericho
Likewise, I hear the Pharisees speaking about morals
I see a man scribbling something odd in the dirt
And abruptly everyone holding stones drops them and flees
I see freedom from bondage with but a few words
And I see myself rise above by dropping to my knees
Finally, I see all the world aflame and begging for another Flood
I see Two Lampstands standing before God and the earth
Many could have been saved if they had just washed in the Blood
But they new only of value and nothing of worth
I will dust your body dripping with fruitful pollen
from golden buttered sunflowers tall and towering
painting the sky filled with choirs of yellow canaries
so I may fill your shoes with happiness
From: Vows Beneath the Moon
April 26, 2021
September 26, 2021
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Political Sophistry
Written: by Miracle Man
7/10/2018
Politicians are so adept in using sophistry,
And this election year they’re at their best.
Medical Marijuana, now passed, is history,
Recreational use will be Oklahoma’s next test.
Many Jesus professors embrace without qualms,
We’re so morally bankrupt we can no longer see.
It’s become about lucre that crosses their palms,
As we lose children to Marijuana and debauchery.
Most politicians will accept without trepidation,
And give maximum effort bringing it to a vote.
While selling their soul into eternal damnation,
Taxation for education will be sophistry’s footnote.
"time has its expired date" what a very silly thought write, sophistry!
We say so much
That so much more
Is left unsaid.
And it seems to me
We often speak
Just to cover, truth
In a mountain of words.
And that is why
So much gets said
That so much more
Is left unsaid.