Dishonesty Poems

Mouthless

I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.

Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie

light language poetry : on delete

(Poet’s Note : AI will be able to decipher Light Language soon. For now, it cannot. Light Language is not classified as an “other” language yet.)


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How My Cat Got to Vote

How My Cat Got To Vote
         @FICTION WITH A MESSAGE@


I dressed up my cat, making her look, lovely and fat.
A long, blond, sexy wig and a big furry, leopard hat.
On a huge pillow in an expensive, wheel chair,she sat.

We went to where questions were not asked so

Silent Suffering

In an invisible body of glass,
Where the brain feels it should strike.
The eyes have its frequent eye wash.
The mouth obliged to keep silent. 
The heart feels siffened in a cage of its own.

Happiness tries to creep in, overtaken by sadness.
Depression buries energy and strength.
Living is not a favourite word anymore.

Lies are being exalted, truth is

The World Wants An Honest Concession

Move on, my friend
Raise your right hand
To move on, to concede
Wasting your time will lead
To nothing, nichts, niente, nada
Do it for the soul of America.

Stop wasting your energy
Stop the lies and the anomaly
A real man accepts defeat
Hey dude, you got beat
You lost, you’re defeated
Stop being too conceited.

Hit the road Jack. Move on
The world wants a

Censorship

Although information is now abound,
but meddled by those in power,
in floods of deception how truth can be found?
It’s trampled upon, like a flower.

All media, owned by globalists, lie,
they twist every fact and distort it.
Like jackals, they readily them vilify,
who truth by the actions supported.

Not many have guts those lies to confront,
but if one is brave

The Paradox

The consumer is said to be 
The all-right-man
But it hardly exists
Hegemony is never welcomed
Consumer too has to obey regulations
Follow SOP
On a visit to shops
When buying goods
Has to bear the result of inflation
Prices soaring up high
Subject to tricks and dishonesty
of businessman
A win-win-situation is welcomed instead
The world is made for everyone
To survive

Forgive Me For My Honesty

Forgive me
for all the apologies I didn't write,
for all the times
I didn't get it right,
for all the times
all I did was lie,
and for every time I made you cry.
The guilt eats me alive,
it makes me feel dead inside.
This isn't about me though,
it's about all the sorrys
I wish you could hold,
for every single lie I've told,
for

Treachery In Poetry

   
            * TREACHERY WARNING *



Why do some use their quill as a poisoned dart?
To think you can destrooy this poet's heart?
Gangs roam here, best not get in their way!
Will do all in their power,to humiliate and
make you pay.

And what of you,

Thief of Trust Dishonesty Seething

The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it

Today I Watched Democracy Die

Today I watched our democracy die.
No shouts or whimpers, in just the blink of an eye,
some leaders had traded honesty for deceit;
not recognizing they were the ones suffering defeat.

They owe their allegiance to a would-be king,
who greedily awaits all the gifts they will bring.
They must walk gingerly, not cause him to fuss,
for those once bringing

Tomb of Unburied Days

While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust

conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen 
long following circuitous ways

billowing opposition, discalced defenders

they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections

I carry the tomb of

Evie's Cookin Da Books

When Evie wrote her first cook book
Her neighbour, Val, oh how she shook
What she found on page nine
Was HER steak in red wine
She declared sneaky Evie a crook
 
It caused such abominable troubles
Especially when Val’s cousin, Bubbles
Found HER trout recipe
On page seventy three
Evie's reputation is in rubbles


For Evie her goose is now cooked
‘Fowl’ actions can’t

Be Honest

When someone has something to hide, they lie;
But, lies never stay silent;
They portray you badly.

Thanksgiving

There’s so much that, 
has to be answered for by government rats.
Another thanksgiving; 
new stories folks will impart to the living.
Kind souls remember the pain, 
so felt by indigenous hearts, on the plains.
Greedy conquests, once reined, 
in friendship’s cloak so vane. 
Of torn apart, 
visionaries and their dreams ripped from hearts. 
In truth, souls were

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