Who supports and follow the charlatans, whether he knows it or not!
Why is Congress infected with socialism
which only creates division and schism
Seems to me it’s 'cos Congress just rolls over, plays possum
to forked-tongue liars like Obama, Biden and Trump
The electorate is finally fed up with representatives who won’t fight
against emperors without clothes like the aforementioned chumps
So now they’re voting for charlatans who shout, yell and scream
~ hard-core commies who'll kill forever the American Dream
“The now we live, the to-morrow we scan,
The present we touch, the future we plan,
The seeds we sow today, in sturdy soil
Will sprout to-morrow from our shining toil.” By author,
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The day`s orb is smiling in golden bright,
A moment held with a clear open heart;
Let us inhale fresh air to cleanse our lungs,
Listen to sparrows` sweet songs on lush trees.
The wings of time fly fast and do not wait,
They slide, immutable beyond the space,
Let woeful worries from the past depart,
Let`s embrace the now before it`s too late.
Let us cuddle the present with our will,
Diffuse words and deeds of kindness around
As tomorrow, playground of charlatans,
We may not sight the sun shining again.
If we are at distressed crossroads of life,
If apple of our eyes has quitted us,
Let the morning sun instil in us strength
To make a new start now, not tomorrow.
Yesterday is the shrine of history,
Today is a present of the divine,
Tomorrow is shrouded in mystery,
Let`s make the best of the now, when sun shines.
Follow the warmth into the light
don't hesitate to sprint away
when it doesn't feel just right.
Charlatans will bend you around them,
but the sixth sense is a winged gift.
A casual drift toward a peaceful realm
into the purist form of yourself.
"Tis a chancy thought, that life is but clear fantasy,
more, a traumatic nightmare of what gives man such glee
as to desire (and make) a fortune and call it justice.
I leave you with these words from John Williams', Augustus...
“One does not deceive oneself about the consequences
of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with
which one can live with those consequences."
Is mankind most likely to highly treasure that which he abandons?
Love’s moonbeams, collectivist pleasures, cast spells much like charlatans.
Dancing with the devil is dangerous, not discerning the degree of no return.
Does choosing the protagonist purpose in life justify heaven eterne?
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
Swindlers and charlatans
strut the world’s stage
Decent folk beat a hasty retreat
‘tis the era’s outrage
To campaign
in poetry
but govern
in prose
Words stretch
till breaking
integrity
blown
Promising
everything
sins
unconfessed
Bombast
and pander
the charlatans
— best
(The New Room: July, 2025)
I never said the fish was that big,
just long enough for your surprise.
Yes, the sky did fall down once -
though not in ways you've come upon.
The art of the little white lie
is a Trojan horse disguised
to catch your attention.
To trick you to pose or question
what you'd never otherwise ask.
The lie, error or mistake,
flips the mind to correction,
demanding reparation.
It works a treat for advertisers
lecturers, presenters, debaters and charlatans.
It begs the question, demeans the ask-er,
but masters the magician's
conjuring tricks of deception.
A fool takes the bait,
a wise one casts acting the fool.
Social media is a charade
A manic masquerade
Where charlatans peddle lies
And truth slowly dies
But you were led to the dance
And you thought you had a chance
So you either go ballistic
Or end up a statistic
Volatile times produce hostile rhymes
And television that glorifies crimes
We're taught to live shameless
And despite mistakes we're blameless
To them everything is a game
Laughing as you seek clout and fame
Those lives you see aren't real
But the devil made a deal
Instagram is full of posers
Facebook is full of hosers
Reality is your brochure
To disconnect and find closure
Don't be afraid of friction
As you escape the fiction
Social media is a charade
A manic masquerade
the puddles of a storm
in a wilderness of lies
~ I wonder, did cavemen
ever see themselves as
you or I can...
stumbling upon a still pond,
a prehistoric boudoir where
reflections are someone they've
never met
like puppies perplexed by
their own images?
is the image real, is it
friend/foe/truth/or deception?
a bear in the wilderness
destroys its own reflection
while we're lured by treachery
trusting the image of charlatans
polished by learned ignorance
~ in an epiphany of deceit...
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound
(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)
Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks
Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!
For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?
Without perception, it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found
See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay
And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth
And from that comes charlatans
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past
With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above
Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine.
Innocents retreat to black pits and darkish seams.
God tucked away the red lantern and ivory ring.
Very few are rescued from the darkness within.
The good sheep are mixing gospel and fear.
Charlatans and sharks are circling in with shears.
Talking heads are in it for ratings and attention.
Town criers' race-baiting for a vote once again.
Millions gorging on fish and blue-collar greens.
Very few are sowing; they're just takers of the seed.
The horizon is deeply rouged and roughened.
Nobody cares enough to balm it up or buff it.
Bloated children are crying out once again.
Cupboard and pantry are running very thin.
The lullaby and nursery rhymes are dulled.
So, one day they decided just to snuff them.
Black crows preening atop a thorny crown.
The curtain of humanity came crashing down.
Somewhere deep in the soul of a dead-end night.
Heaven was nailed to a neon, no vacancy sign.
Saint Peter packed it in without even saying goodbye.
chicanery rules
the day… charlatans and quacks…
carry us away...
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