A painted smile,
A hollow laugh that rings too true,
Bright, blinding eyes,
That weave a gorgeous lie for you.
A borrowed hug,
That feigns a warmth it cannot hold,
And sugar words,
To trap you in a web of gold.
Sweet, fleeting hours,
That hide the rage they try to drown,
A heavy truth,
That wears a lovely, lying crown.
Partakes in, not he, this perverse
An unnatural abhorrence
For the true, the good, the grandly fair.
Feigns, from this time's place absence!
Pride, exalting man
Way, way above
Feigns no such relationship with
Brotherly love
Whose lookout, through him
Defends in fear
But sets off this bad reaction:
Hell's truth makes clear.
The private school boy wears his blazer
His pimples are scraped by a razor
He’s learning his place in society
Just as a priest practices piety.
What a clever fellow he is
One day he’ll take over daddy’s biz
He’s learning his place in society
Just as a priest practices piety.
The poor kid wears a Nirvana T-shirt
It’s at the point where he can’t feel hurt
He’s learning his place in society
Just as a priest practices piety.
Last went to school when he was ten
Gets to see his mother now and then
He’s learning his place in society
Just as a priest practices piety.
Schools, prisons and the TV
Train us all how we should be
Slotting us into our place in society
While the drunken priest feigns sobriety.
Scales interspersed my skin, enrobed my flesh, hardened it, within a mesh. I come close to kiss you, but it binds me still, and you walk away, and I hobble up the hill. One foot follows the other=feigns, I must catch you before it wanes. The fog between us has grown so dense, and my body with it all so tense, my steps slow down yours speeding=out of my sight, now. What immense fright...
I falter on my knees, near to naught, nigh to my knife, and I cut me, and the blood runs so rife, a gate opens but I don't recall I have its keys, but it doesn't end my life.
I clenched my teeth and pulled each foul flake from underneath, and freed myself but now I seek=her until she's meek, until she's weak...
I walk with my chest up, then I see her clear, I walk toward her, and her voice I hear, “I've come for you my precious dear”, I said as I smiled from ear to ear. I held her mere but she flailed from fear. Then she froze in fear. And I sank my fangs in her,
as I dropped a single tear.
At the dusk of life,
All promises of dawn fade.
The hopes of noon arrive dead—
Petals wilt, beauty flees, and regret dances.
Time feigns vivacity within the day,
Yet grows listless before twilight unveils.
Its carcass leaves behind bitter regrets—
Like emptiness gripped in bare hands.
If you still feel time’s galloping pulse,
Run with blistering speed, lest it leave you behind;
For time deceives, wears down all strength,
And barters vigour for disillusionment.
Build your fort—adorn it with success;
For mockers wait to scorn your fall.
Only steadfast endurance sustains your stride,
And smooths life’s rough gallops on your way.
Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body, lack of power
Power is mine at the most important hour
Hour past, now the stars are gone
Gone no longer the day has been drawn
Drawn to obscure the night that still remains
Remains but only the body that a spirit feigns
Feigns life and power that never existed
Existed only the watching stars that, for me, assisted
For long who’d been my better half
Has now become my bitter half--
Bitter, my autumns sing
Of fantasies of spring…
To bull has blown a benign calf
Who feels (or feigns) she’s tired
Ever since I retired,
To smirk has turned a vibrant laugh.
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Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife
Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against my poetic journey as such, but that my poems fetch not a penny.
oh, please ...
do not pay minutes
to the bandit called Perfection -
a more enigmatic siren does not now exist
still, even in her most beguiling accomplishment
she feigns not a breath of your
uncommon grace
oh, verily ...
she is immaculate, pure
but no human soul that breathes
(or any that rest in earth, ages hence)
did e'er settle gaze on her illusory countenance
or chance to catch a hint of her
blossom on the breeze
oh, pray ...
be content in all you are
your semblance catches breaths
and the uncommon aspect of your heart -
the flaws and frailties that are uniquely thine
bloom subtle and splendid in the
rare orchid others see
oh, hearken ...
do you discern the folly?
precious moments wasted in endless pursuit of
a phantom, fair
while you possess all that is real and tangible
you are the colorful, unique, diverse and
elegant ENVY of ...
perfection.
( ORCHID = One Rare Creation - Human, Inimitable, Divine )
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.
habit routines to which we’re bound
shape the emotes by mind expressed
as we tip toe on holy ground
our uniqueness therein impressed
breath by breath, all moments entwined
life is but music we’ve composed
cry to God that truth be divined
heartbeats against love juxtaposed
in the gap between two thought trains
void of emptiness energised
there being no ego that feigns
truth of our Self is realised
silence invokes bliss magnetism ~
illumining mind-body prism
The laughter rings, a hollow sound,
Across the painted, cheerful ground.
A mask he wears, a painted smile,
Hiding the tears for a little while.
Beneath the greasepaint, shadows creep,
Where buried sorrows lie so deep.
A heart that aches, a spirit torn,
A silent grief, since early morn.
The spotlight shines, a cruel display,
For joy he feigns, though hope's astray.
He stumbles through the practiced dance,
A fragile soul, caught in a trance.
The crowd below, they cheer and clap,
Oblivious to the silent trap.
They see the jester, light and free,
But not the pain he hides from thee.
Each hurried bow, each clumsy fall,
Conceals a memory that enthralls
His weary mind, a haunting scene,
Of what has been, and might have been.
The music swells, a vibrant beat,
Contrasting with his inner defeat.
He juggles tears he cannot shed,
A living ghost among the dead.
So watch him close, as colors blend,
And see the story without end.
The tears of a clown, a bitter rain,
Washing away the joy and gain.
Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.
Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We are yawning through her brochure-filled presentation
She feigns happiness, another welcome wizard celebration.
She gets paid for every family whom she annoys
On the way out, she stubs her toe on one of baby’s toys
We did not apologize, maybe this is why she is suing
But judge, we argue candidly, her getting in was not our doing.
We live a good life, there’s no guile--
Life of twosome stranded on isle.
She said with a strange spout
That showed there was some doubt,
What was amiss, just that damned style,
Reality that reigns,
Mankind’s the kind that feigns,
And yet, life has such clout,
Bare few opt to get out,
Life with her wiles winked t’me with smile.
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Limerick |02.11.2024|humour, life, style
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