Dissemble Poems

Don Juan

She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan

Arabs and Zionist Abrahamic

We can them assemble,
For they still resemble.
It won't things dissemble
Nor the whole world crumble
Nor Men cause to amble...

They won't burn like bramble
From moves to assemble:
While others Adamic,
Both also Abrahamic:
Not one part Semites,
And the other Hamites...

Sure,some voice would grumble,
"A Meant Bull!" mumble:
Risks of death's preambles,
For Union a shambles...

Arabs and Zionists:
Their least loved unionist...

Morning Reflections

The stillness of the morning is complete
The very tips of Aspens make no tremble
As though all nature holds its breath, replete
With harmony, no conflict to dissemble

Was it thus on that very first day dawn?
When all new lives had yet to interact
But in acceptance of each other form
Unspoken: the agreement, sacred pact 

Communication then of gentler kind
The rays of light informed and made reflection
Til games of robust force beguiled the mind
To taint harmonic day-break with contention

But, thirst for conflict quenched, we’ll time to time
Drink in the morning stillness, peace sublime

Frail Feathers Tremble

We'll survive
This too will pass
We've been through worse
Patience wins the day...  

The tender chick though
within frail feathers trembles
never sure if the worst
has passed, or lurks just ahead...

Hug the child, your child, our children
their frail feathers tremble ~
  when hens and roosters dissemble

Freedom To Assemble

The right to protest's sacrosanct
  First Amendment Freedom to Assemble
Yet on one thing the Founders hadn't banked
  ~ Protestors may just dissemble

Trial By Fire

There are times that can test and can try a man's soul
  When his mettle's subjected to hot burning coals
And his heart's in his throat and his tongue's all a-tremble
  A time to speak truth, not to lie or dissemble

When the spotlight is aiming its ray gun at you
  Darts and daggers blazing and blasting on through
Your protective armor so flimsy and weak 
  Flames howl at you and your answers that reek ...

Now the fires barely flicker, their embers worn down 
  The arena is spent; it's the dark side of town
You've been tested and tried and found sorely lacking
  Duplicity's unmasking ~ jackals' gallery a-clacking

My Wall

It's taken years to build this wall
One loose fitting brick at a time
I can't expect to knock it down
Simply over night

The thoughts I've used for mortar
In this hardening of the heart
The chisel of my consciousness
Isn't quite sure where to start

At times it tends to lean
Over mistakes that I have made
In my rush at selfishness
A weak foundation has been laid

Always is a process
This building up and tearing down
Using bits and pieces 
That I find laying around

Years now in the making
The height fits well the crime
But I must dissemble it brick by brick
If I'm to get on with my life

Brave New World of Pc

Political correctness prevails
words dissemble & dissimulate,then
lose their meaning in semantic sounds.
Decadent hedonism,attired in faded
blue jeans,with fundamentalist fury
points its finger here,there everywhere
and for the past apologises yet…. fails,
Alice in Wonderland has
come to pass, but can never last.

Search of Peace

Search of Peace 

The love which we seek for others 
It only gets lost for us
The breath we breathe is just painful it seems
Heavier we feel it’s just a start
The life which we have are just surrounded with profanities
Little to fear as hearts are plonk
The soul we have just made for jostles
Fostering are tried but nothing came up
The dissemble of heart will go for a fraudster
Reiterate will done who are not snobs 
The scathing will just prove schism 
Tolerance a big deal may come with entente

Sequence Phrasis Part 1 Recited

SEQUENCE PHRASIS 1
Remember ,momento mori,always 
ever present in life,where,the rain
falls on both the good&bad.Words
so often dissimulate & dissemble,
alter the envisioned state of the
moment,& become convention.
Nostalgia slowly secretes into memory
bewilderment conceives a new
understanding on the shifting sands of
truth.Behind this mask of public persona
private passions glow,making visible the
invisible,to crystallize opinions.This illusive
holy grail,pictures in the mind,a well of
images,of dreams,visions and things not 
known all dissolve, as water through my hands
into a reservoir of the emotions.
From my Fibonacci Sequence 2005
 
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro

Humpty Dumpty Land

HUMPTY DUMPTY LAND
Political correctness prevails
words dissemble & dissimulate
lose their meaning as the Mad
Hatter’s manor rules and reigns,
and Humpty Dumpty’s semantics sound.
Decadent hedonism,attired in faded
blue jeans,with fundamentalist fury
points its finger here,there everywhere
and for the past apologise yet…. fails,
forgetting  today can never be 
yesterday. Alice in Wonderland has
come to pass, but can never last.

Raising Peregrines

an Arabian sonnet

Raising up a falcon brood – bucolic,
one becomes extremely melancholic.
Yesterday a clamor vitriolic
told of eyas’ danger diabolic.

Trying panacea called a mixer
feeding drops of magic juice elixir,
desultory effort served to fix her.
Little did I know there was a trickster.

Still forbearance caused my heart to tremble.
Gathered on the roof, my birds resemble
teenage bullies looking to dissemble.

Such assemblage often does beleaguer.
Lissome sibs had pushed off little leaguer -
fellow eyas not yet fledged but eager. 


*eyas (eye’ yuz) is a nestling falcon 
taken from the nest for training, plural is eyasses

Up On the Mountain

It is a curious tree of paths
we take to justify the place we are,
the bold and sacrificial leap to insecurity--
one step to left or right to override
our common quest for righteousness,
for unknown breathless wonder far ahead.

Higher on the climb, the codicils
to all the monuments of history,
bravura songs of loyalty that we were taught
amid the hands on hearts, 
the festive manifests we sang
before the home team
flashed upon the scene.

Looking down, we never knew
that we were lost before the game began...
that we were fed upon decay,
the victors' bounty measured in its septic glory
only at the birth of consciousness...too late,
too late to claim the prize
beyond a price called love.

At the height, the branches will dissemble,
tremble at the tentative alighting
of the dove.  They are tender infants,
prone to alarm beneath the laurels of success.
And it is not for us to know
their sheer audacity to grow
beyond the riches of the earth
into the skies of peace.
                 ~

State of Play

The unfairness
                     of life
stares
us
              in the face
Each
day
every day
                day after
                                day
the
innocent
                       die
                            young
legislators
deceive
              monied men
                       into greed
makes us
bleed
              our protectors
              dissemble
the media
a rabble
                   resemble
in none
do we trust
                  where lies
abound
buried in deceit
                   all around
                    injustice
the cry
does
        no one 
                   sigh
at lie
after
lie
            does anyone
care
              revenge
              cannot
be
for                 me
               or for 
thee 
               Truth
will still be
for
He
              did
              atone
He will
make
good
             our
                cries
and
each 
              groan

Dissemble

Jealous eyes of an angry face,
Bewildered the mind, this time.
Dishonorable actions displace,
Truthful hearts into this crime.
Serendipity is what,
I must live in hold, and trust.
Nasty, needy hole of a rut,
And dreams of truth rot and rust.
Conflated all to be none,
Humiliated now, too.
Hated now killed and shunned.
Your actions can’t be out done.
What happens now to me here?
Left to rot in your pity pot.
You have become who I fear,
And tore my heart, in a knot.

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