Are we true all the time?
How could we be considered "good
person", if we didn't hide the truth once and for all
when....?
"If the pain and sadness on the face were stamped",
we would be ugly, horrible... there is the simulation,
the pious lie, the polite, political language.
The social rule of good manners therefore consists
in not propagating how much good we think
of ourselves, and how much evil we think
from others...
If we were completely honest, we couldn't
live well socially.
In this case, living well socially consists of,
hypocritically dissimulate with all security
and tranquility what we really think...
We will thus be perfect for socializing, being
imperfect... If we were pure, there would be no
think so well of ourselves and so badly of others...
We wouldn't have defects... but that can't be
here and in this world....!
Categories:
dissimulate, allusion, analogy, appreciation, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him into traditional beer
In a nearby shanty compound
Where I got his head into God’s fear
Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around
The special welcome made him the follower
I desired
Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower
Than he aspired but higher than he perspired
I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance
As best as I could
Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance
That would
Not upstage Special
Whom he soon began to emulate
With artificial
Manners to dissimulate
The nascent confidence he feared might offend me
If he grew overconfident
More than I could agree
If he became less diffident
But he played the good boy
Obedient like a lapdog
Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy
Like a contented warthog
When my training petered out
Satisfaction smiled
In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout
Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.
Categories:
dissimulate, poems,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
dissimulate, political,
Form: Political Verse
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
Categories:
dissimulate, poetry,
Form: Verse
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.
Categories:
dissimulate, culture, political, social,
Form: Verse
In
a
few words-
to confuse
dissimulate and
dissemble by abrogation
Categories:
dissimulate, on writing and words,
Form: Fibonacci