Peacock Santa sauntered in as if she owned the square
We were not amused, we were frightened said my cousin Jer
We had heard of her, her reputation is not so nice
She demanded coffee, and a pepperoni pizza slice
This did not sound right, I thought he was fabricating.
Whether or not it was a lie his sister and I were debating
But Jer kept on going, making Peacock Santa sound incredibly bad.
I think he is lying again whispered my cousin Chad.
When the ebbs and flows of the months and years
parted our paths like ocean currents,
the inexorable wind
ruffling the taut sails,
pushing my ship onwards
till you vanished from the horizon.
As the stars lap merrily on the sea,
you appear under the final slithers of waning moonlight
in fragments upon the shattered mirror,
silky hair billowing outwards
like a blossoming flower.
Flashes of our past flicker indecisively,
the joyful scenes reenacted by nature,
its retelling of our tragic tale
so tangible, like a solid hologram.
I'm too afraid to remember
but far too cowardly to forget.
For too many nights I've lied,
huddled inside the rocking cabin,
fabricating the hope for a tomorrow
yet clutching still at the straws of yesterday,
bandaging every crack in its weathered hull,
refusing to let it all slip away.
In between the constant flapping of the sails
and steadfast glow of the stars,
my mind drifts into a realm, a history,
that belongs to a desolate name.
And I can't help but wonder;
who do you truly care about now?
Constant accusations
In every situation
Gettin a lil aggravating
Causing so many
unnecessary complications
I don't get why or how
You take conversations
N come at me with
So many allegations
That you be Fabricating
With your twisted observations
That are manifestations
Of your excessive imagination
Coming up with some
Real crazy implications
With nonsense explanations
Never even makin sense of
All your supposed inclinations
Really seems like you js
Repeating your own situation
That you tryna use
As a justification
...When all I wanted was appreciation
I am a people's person
What love got todo with it
Yes I am lovable
And I just love to be
Loved by people
I am always looking
Forward to receive love from people
I don't care for hate
And hate doesn't exist in my
Vocabulary
I don't hate anybody
That is not a lie that
I am not telling
I never fabricated white lies
I always tell the truth
I am not fabricating lies
Because that is not me
I am somebody honest
You should always trust me
I hope you built your trust in me
Goodbye for now
Tomorrow we can be together again
What can save me
From being sad
Almost every single day
Father can you
Put some happiness
In my life
Because I am already
Sick of being sad
And I don’t want
My friends to see
Sad
Because that will
Make them worried
About me
What can save me
From waking up
Tired every morning
My father
I know that I can’t go back
To sleep
Or I will not sleep at night
Yes father
I don’t get enough
Sleep during the night
I am telling the truth
Yes father I don’t stay up
All night
Because it will jeopardize
My health
Also father I am aware that
Sleep is very important for me
Yes father every night
I am trying hard to go
To bed early
I am not fabricating lies
Father
I am being honest with you
And I am also telling you the truth
What can save me
From losing my mind
Because father I am
Losing my mind all
The time
Yes father I also have
A bad temper
And I also lose my
Bad temper
At my friends
And also they don’t
Like that
I don’t blame them
Also father I lost my
Friends again
The Sea of Tranquility gives rise to a parasitic plague,
Colonizing mechanical machines grinding,
Robotic arms frantically fabricating an inhospitable habitat.
Plumes of blackened smoke drift off into zero gravity—
A profuse profanity birthing intergalactic implosions.
Forfeited steel domes replace a once-pristine satellite,
Whilst humanity, like vultures, journeys to their new paradise,
Foaming at the mouth to exploit the dark side of the moon.
Looking outside the frosted rocket's windows,
Earth's decaying corpse is nothing but a mere memento mori in the rearview window.
Let's be friends
People
I want you people to remain
Being my friends
Forever
If it is possible
I don't think I am asking too much
What do you thing people?
Because it is impossible
For me to be without you friends
My life would be empty if I didn't had you
Can you understand that
Also life is beautiful when we have each other
Also I am not planning to be alone
Without friends
Yes I treat you all very well
Don't tell me friends that I treat you badly
Because that is a lie
That you friends are fabricating
I don't like that at all
I want you friends to be honest
And only speak the truth
Because you are hurting me
With your lies
I need to keep our friendship going
Because you all are my closet friends
And we have known each other for a
Life time
Also I am afraid to lose you
Some day
Because I am aware that you were not made
To live forever
We all have to die
Some day
Weather we like or not
Because our father made life
Like that
Friends you say that death is very scary
For you
I can't argue with you about that
Because that is how you feel
You have the right to feel that way
rising from bed in the morning
seeking shelter when it's storming
idly whiling stray hours away
dreaming there will be better days
fabricating a self-image
with a more prominent linage
doodling on back of a letter
shunning life as a go-getter
paying of various taxes
wielding rhetorical axes
stopping by the grocery store
dealing with muscles which are sore
waiting in the queue at the bank
musing why the page remains blank
finding the proper words to say
quickly dealing with come-what-may
filtering life's little lessons
leaving positive impressions
contemplating all that might be
if we'd just win the lottery
making life much less exacting
all in the action of acting
discovering what keeps us sane
among remains of the mundane
Life is like an ocean wave; it keeps moving
Igniting and fabricating dreams within you
Filling a purpose; empathizing with others
Evolving growth suited for you
4/22/2024
Lost in a labyrinth of
Glistening sights
Infinitely out of reach,
Trembling amidst sweeping mistrals,
Fabricating a life of nostalgic allusions,
Caught in lapsed reveries, of
Restless arias and faint rustlings
Sequestering my rampant aura,
Bleeding in russet naivety,
Evaporating in silent elegies.
Fiery furnace-filled flames,
Fabulously flash-flare;
Fantastic feelings flow,
Forming flamboyancy;
Flirtatious fancies foam,
Fabricating frenzy;
Freedom flutters fondly...
When running for office,
You might as well lie
For nobody cares about truth,
And if you are caught
And reporters ask Why?
You can blame it on errors from youth.
A lie isn’t merely
“A poor choice of words,”
Which reminds me of “alternate facts.”
The political climate,
With tweets like the birds,
Doesn’t worry how someone reacts.
So a twist of a phrase,
Using “Jew-ish” instead
Of denying your claim as a Jew
May assuage any guilt
Over things that you said,
But no job should be given to you!
*George Santos, Republican U.S. Representative-elect,
has admitted to fabricating key details of his biography.
Actually Going Outside
We decide to do the cliff walk
from Bray to Greystones
even though the day is grey
and the heavy clouds are low overhead
with a distinct possibility that it will bucket out of the skies
but we don’t care
because we’ve set aside the day for this
and a few pissy showers aren’t going to stop us
from making the journey along the winding Wicklow coastline
because we promised ourselves we’d do it
and we want to stick to our guns this time
because we’ve spent too long putting things off
and wasting our time on Facebook and You Tube
and prevaracation
and telling our friends
all the interesting things we do when in reality
it’s a virtual reality we’re fabricating that is more or less
an entangled mass of tissued stories and tall tales
and posed-for selfies
to delude ourselves and others
that we have an actual life
but not this time
because
this time
we are actually going outside.
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
On a boat hidden and unseen,
I glide with the current of the river called life.
The wind on the raised sail whispers,
how brave sailors cross the storm surge,
narrates the fascinating story of the land far,
the river hasn’t seen.
I drift past faceless people on the bank,
some songbirds I adore fly with me.
The river promises to take me to the sea,
where the waves roll with pearly crown,
sunburst sky sprays the charisma of colors,
fabricating the collage of surreal fresco.
The river keeps its promise, takes me to the sea,
I sail on the rhythm of its silky swells,
drift across the sapphire stretch of seven seas,
beyond which there will be no sea to cross.
Maybe I will meet someone there to tell me,
why the ancient mariner made this journey.
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July 26, 2022
Contest : Sailing
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
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