You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart.
Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE.
Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam.
Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake.
Protagonists of propaganda. Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.
Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of Calamity. May you find solace amongst the shameless.
You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart.
Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE.
Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam.
Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake.
Protagonists of propaganda. Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.
Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of Calamity. May you find solace amongst the shameless.
The elephants and asses are battling again.
To maintain power over the masses.
We, the people, are on the verge of colossal collapse.
These beasts (of a forgotten Eden).
Have ceased working for (we the people).
They've forgotten virtue and oath.
They bleed us dry and parch our throats.
We, the feeble, are far beyond bloated.
With government doublespeak dope.
Handouts galore to pacify the freeloader...
The media slinging race-baiting tropes.
While careening down the slippery slope.
Our forefathers taught us to fish and pray.
We've forgotten how to tie knots and fold our hands.
Now we lie down in the wrong shade of meek.
Awaiting the blade of the mad shearer.
Where will it end?
When will it end?
Or will it only get worse?
It’s the twenty-first century curse.
Some say we’ve had it too easy
Become too complaisant
The thought makes me queasy
How did we not know?
Were we all so blind?
So thoroughly aligned
Our thoughts combined
In one voice
A voice increasingly weak
Victims of doublespeak
But is it too late?
Must we merely accept our fate?
Lord, give us a voice
For now we must make a choice
Will we be sheep?
Awake though asleep
Only time and action will tell
Can we still save ourselves
From this living hell?
First we must open our eyes
Close our ears to the lies
Only then, if we’re wise
Can we save our own lives
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and up front
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't be fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
In deeper depths we strive to peek
through sharper optical technique
and glimpse beyond to sights unseen
with magnifying lenses keen
and special telescopic tweak.
Still here on earth with doublespeak
we inadvertent havoc wreak
albeit nature holds the lien
in deeper depths.
Yet ‘midst the visible mystique
within perception’s mien oblique
concealed beneath illusion’s screen,
could there be beingness serene
an all-embracing realm to seek
in deeper depths?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
A source of inspiration was the following…
NASA’s Webb Delivers Deepest Infrared Image of Universe Yet…
Wearing double masks and censorship?
Oh, yes, let us do, please!
I love them with my morning cup of
steaming,jasmine tea.
Countries, alert!
Dye all rivers crimson red.
Allow censorship and
doublespeak to fill your
poltically correct heads.
Silence all, whose dreams
of a free society still prance.
And, as in Wuhan,
abortion will kill children
conceived in love and romance.
Freedom dances on the
sharp razor's edge.
But we refuse to pen or
comment upon on it?
Instead~ we live as mice, in denial.
Shielded by Wuhan's deadly hedge!
2/23/2021
~1~
Yo,
oblique
Dominique,
doublespeak dove,
with geek’s technique, you squeaked whispers of love.
Wise advice from well-seasoned whippoorwill.
Fulfill your thrill,
a trained trill
can still
angst.
October 13, 2020
Tormentors come and harassment seeks.
They prey upon the frail and weak.
Attention seekers another plot.
They place their bets and cast down lots.
Derangement speaks down from the fold.
They fight the years but still grow old.
Doublespeak deceitful truth.
Stumpage shown from inner booth.
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and upfront
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't get fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
How often have we played this game -
Our lover's round of hide-and-seek?
Thus looking to assign the shame ...
When ardor's tides are ebbing, weak.
Sometimes love dies ...
Sans whats or whys.
But should you need to give it name
Or find good use, your doublespeak
For you, I'll take the burning blame
Of sting upon my blushing cheek
Mock anger's brand ...
Your back-of-hand.
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A life of doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
Never mind, (you're a dipstick),
Means,"I don't give a blip,"
Blip happens,
Means, "You're crapping,"
Do stop moaning,
And all your groaning,
Dull contemplation
of ex manipulation,
Yes, doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
'Have a good day', so long,
Who carries why the ex carries on?
Michael Donald Doublespeak
Was a nasty sort of bloke
Streams of contradictory things
Came out as Michael spoke!
From out of one side of his mouth
He'd shower you with praise
Telling folks how wonderful you are
And how he's so amazed!
The other side was opposite
Spread rumours about your past
Lying bout the things you did
An evil unsurpassed!
Hurt that's caused by doublespeak
Can never be repaired
Once those hurtful words are said
They float out on the air!
So don't you be a doublespeak
Be kind to everyone
You never know what evil lurks
When two mouths speak from one!
© Jack Ellison 2014
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and up front
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't get fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
© Jack Ellison 2013
Daniel Donald Doublespeak
Was a nasty sort of bloke
Streams of contradictory things
Came out as Daniel spoke!
From out of one side of his mouth
He'd shower you with praise
Telling folks how wonderful you are
And how he's so amazed!
The other side was opposite
Spread rumours about your past
Lying bout the things you did
An evil unsurpassed!
Hurt that's caused by doublespeak
Can never be repaired
Once those hurtful words are said
They float out on the air!
So don't you be a doublespeak
Be kind to everyone
You never know what evil lurks
When two mouths speak from one!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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