bruises don't
cover up lies,
just his Alibi,
falsest of his
burning tree
and the brave
of little hands
reaching out
to any angels
listening here,
stop my abuse,
here of dearest.
HOME IS NOT SAFE.
Categories:
falsest, betrayal, blue, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
If everything we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
You're a dream I'd fool myself
To keeping.
Ever have my bleary eyes seen
A waking dream, a waking dream
Sweet reverie haunts my wake
And sleeping.
A lucid fancy, a clever scheme
This fading dream, this fading dream
Flit you by swifter than dreams
Are fleeting
Yet truer thee than ever been
This falsest dream, this lying dream!
True as my love, and my heart
That's beating
For as all things ne'er what they seem
And you truly naught but a dream
I am fool and you're dream
Worth keeping.
Categories:
falsest, dream, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt
One of his hearers braving “Get out!”
Not just saying it: An exploded shout!
He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout,
A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s pout…
“Drunkard, no plant does well in harsh drought,
Just as no laborer with a gout.”
But - God! - What force had made him come out!
Hunger for the fame gods talk about
As things all men could do without,
Warning that taking it far rules flout
And whoever does “Consummate lout…
Ben Mark who would other’s views tout,
Letting his lips take on a pig’s snout.
He had the forecast heard from a scout
And now must beat others in a bout…
Some folk is ready for own forecast,
The farmers present for its broadcast
About Ben Mark he could still clout
For wanting to farms hurt and yield rout:
“This week, Mark shall be an outcast
On Earth as forecaster miscast.”
Categories:
falsest, allusion, career, evil, food,
Form: Rhyme
Refuse I to believe A Virtuoso
Is also A Most Dreaded Caposo:
The man dealing with us: Hot Petito,
Three times Award-Winning Maestro
In some quarters “Another Castro!”
Cud simply chewing while faking invoice
That would ring true in the falsest voice…
Petito: Just as he big sums deducts
School Children with Heavy Escorts abducts:
Wonderfully Christ’s Fellowship conducts,
A thousand born-again Christians products…
Right now Petito in wished Trinidad
To kidnap Lovely Lorraine, Dog and Dad
Categories:
falsest, allusion, celebrity, character, violence,
Form: Rhyme
The loud threats on the doors inscribed
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.
A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...
A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...
Her threats on doors in each walking street
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet
Categories:
falsest, cry, people, political, violence,
Form: Rhyme
I know about uncompleted building
A Terrible lot it could start wielding:
Perhaps, not in Far-Away Siberia
But, quote me, here in Lord God’s Nigeria!
A Receiving Camp for Smokers of Weed,
The Thickest Spirals in times of vile Need;
All The Depraved in Neighborhoods shielding,
Cries of torture as victims are pleading …
Get ready for the Truest Euphoria,
People down with The Falsest Malaria;
A Scenario for The Angering Deeds:
How dare you there recite The Apostles’ Creed?
Also, a venue for Helpful Latrine,
Unless Keep-Off Signals you meet Urine.
Categories:
falsest, absence, addiction, evil, house,
Form: Rhyme
As the sun turns blood Red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
Of biblical proportions much blood to be spilled, revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled,
Then along the horizon God's angels I seen, as mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean,
But the Earth's being flooded by the tears angels cried, as the dead and the living they stand side by side,
And the falsest of prophets does rise from the East, and he carries three sixes, the mark of the beast,
As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by,
So the battlefield's set and the war will be waged, the season finale of life to be staged,
All the major contenders are playing their part, Armageddon loom's closer,the fights set to start,
As the good and the wicked they fight for their worth, the mother of all battles begins on the Earth,
And the rivers rum red with the blood of the slain, as brother fight's brother like Abel & Cain,
And as fire & brimstone rains down from the sky, on the plains of Megiddo 4 horsemen ride by.
Categories:
falsest, angel, christian, god, life,
Form: Rhyme
God, save us,
For It is making me nervous
Our determined rejection of the natural
And monstrous neglect of the cultural…
Our decision to be patrolling with the falsest hair,
Judging it honestly fair:
With a corrupted skin bounding round,
Believing this to be sound;
A sight sometimes pricking like a pin,
When the actor is my next of kin!
Few men and fewer women
Never venturing out without perfuming
In decent language or indecent pidgin.
At a non-wearer fuming!
Artificiality is a visiting of villages
Only once a year
And urges for ultra-modern images
Far and near;
Also, Breast milk’s silly exposure to sledge hammer
And devaluation in Good Grammar
By lactating but reluctant mothers
And she who now scantily bothers.
Categories:
falsest, character, dream, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
As the sun turns to red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by,
Of biblical proportions much blood to be spilled, revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled,
Then along the horizon God's angels I seen, as mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean,
But the earth's being flooded by the tears angels cried, as the dead and the living they stand side by side,
And the falsest of prophets does rise from the east, and he carries three sizes( the mark of the beast)
As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by,
So the battlefield's set and the war will be waged, the season finale of life to be staged,
All the major contenders are playing their part,Armegeddon looms closer, the fight's set to start,
As the good and the wicked they fight for their worth,the mother of all battles begins on the earth,
And the rivers run red with the blood of the slain,and brother fights brother like Abel and Cain,
Then as fire and brimstone rain's down from the sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by.
Categories:
falsest, angel, war, world war
Form: Rhyme
Oh how we value artifice;
Indeed we'll bow and 'scrape'
Upon a stage of the falsest rage We hang;
on every word and break
The props are real to viewers
the plots we know by heart
They’re lionized and idolised
most people of these arts
We imbue them with much value
Though some are not so good.'
There seems an understanding
That the softer life is best
Though of those that there 'labour'
seem limp wristed in the main
However this easy life it seems
Was the choice of harder brains.
©Joe Maverick 25-2-2018
Categories:
falsest, allusion,
Form: Rhyme