Feeding orphans! We witnessed this in Palestine every day for years!
Who have killed the fathers and mothers of these orphans for many years?
The hypocrite when speaks, lies; when entrusted, betrays; he breaks his word.
I've heard many talk about honesty,
As though it is the best quality.
I know I hoped to be truthful,
But deep inside I acknowledge I was only brutal.
I've told them the horrible things many have done,
As a hypocrite, one could assume I held an empty gun.
I could pull the trigger,
But the bullet wouldn't speed past,
The only real difference would be the expressions so vast.
This would make me a liar,
but isn't that what the performance arts are?
the production is based on lies, but it seems as though it is the truth from afar.
Would being a liar truly be a sin?
If being truthful is what makes others hurt within.
One could consider every lie white,
For it may be the wrong words,
but compared to the honest, a liars' intentions are right.
"The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!" ~ Tennessee Williams
My what a lovely presentation ~
colourful welcoming smiles and delights.
You are a beautiful piñata,
a party on the outside,
chock full of surprises inside.
An alluring shell so inviting.
Don’t crack it open you’ll be alright.
Contents are anything but pretty.
I was happy living with the illusion
but now that I know what’s inside
I find the exterior not so appealing.
I can’t unknow what I now know.
Nonetheless let the party continue.
Let the piñata sway in the sun,
no way I want to burst that open.
Still it brings me reminiscings of happiness
to see the beauty that once was.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines of 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She looks like a sweetheart
but hides an ugly secret.
She chases down back-alley gossip
like an addict craving crack.
Her penchant for twisting truth
rivals her hunger for drama.
She’s hypocrite as they come
much like a venomous snake
who infiltrates without a trace.
She’s stealth with poisoned lips
wagging her wicked forked tongue.
We don’t suspect her strategy
while getting tangled in her web.
We’re blind to the ugliness
concealed behind her smile ~
vulnerable with our misguided trust.
She’s got no moral compass.
Betrayal is but a game.
Lineku: 3 stanzas 5-7-5 with 5 or 7 words in each line
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
... First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will be able to see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.
~Matthew 7: 5 GNT
If you want to stop fascism
check in the mirror,
make sure you're not the one
being cupbearer!
Mikey, oh Mikey, you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position against all the poor
With lies and deceit, you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words, you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Don’s little puppet, a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll, a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying and silly word games
And prepare for eternity burning in flames
You gave the perfect alibi
Swept your dirty laundry under the mat
Fooled everyone ~ everyone but me
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
i smile at people all day long
young and old
fat or skinny
abled or disabled
strange looking or plain as can be
it’s all the same
but when it comes to me
too fat too wrinkled too old
i’m full of criticism
and i can hardly bear
to glance into the mirror
if this would be a friend
confiding in me
i would be appalled
i would shake them and
tell them they’re crazy
and to snap out of it
so hear me, you be my witness ~
i’m committing here and now
to wear my grand-mother’s ring
(the most beautiful woman in the world)
to remind me beauty is in the heart
we should remember always
that kindness is what’s beautiful
and keep that earwig in our ear
AP: 2nd place 2025
You said you hated liars
But you’ve always lied to me
You despised being deceived and used
How ironic, you’ve done worse
Telling me I could open up to you
Then twisting my words against me
Giving me all the hard work
And taking all the credit as the “leader”
Now, that your truth is crystal clear
I won’t stay silent, not this time.
if you're going to
ride on someone's coattails
go big or go home
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Judged
1.
They are all liars,
Talking about others
Behind their backs,
Thinking they are better.
2.
But everyone has
Their own faults.
They don’t see
The pain a person hides,
Just because they’re smiling.
3.
A day will come,
A day when they are judged
For all the things
They have done.
4.
All I feel for them is pity—
Pity for the words
They’ve spoken,
For the things
They’ve done.
5.
Everyone has
Their own flaws,
Yet they still judge
Others for theirs.
But I am no better
Than they are.
6.
I prefer words said to my face,
Rather than whispered behind my back.
They’re all hypocrites—
They smile at you,
Then stab you in the back.
They change colors
As quickly as a chameleon.
I met a boy who was willing to give me his all,
He was ready to rip his own heart out for me,
But mine was too busy beating for you.
I thought this was a chance to move on from the tight grasp you have of me,
A way to let go of this choking toxicity.
I met this boy who said I was his everything,
But everything he says leads back to you.
I’m in a cycle of repetition, a relentless déjà vu,
I’m caught in a loop, unable to break through.
Break away from you.
What spell did you cast? What hold did you weave?
Binding my soul to yours, refusing to leave?
He dreams to wrap a ring around my finger,
But Im still wrapped around yours.
Oh boy, I’m sorry I can’t evoke the same feelings as you.
I’m trapped with my own.
I understand how you feel,
And I wish I didn’t.
It's suffocating, this dance of contradiction,
And I am a hypocrite…
hypocrite leaders continue to bite other Africans daily.
as the rebels M23 "Rwanda defence force" bombed
bases of burudian peace soldiers
in DRCongo wantonly.
many people astonished
and claimed that Kenyan,
Ugandan and
South Sudanese soldiers
of East African
Community
are with the rebels M23 to divide
DRCongo into many countries.
It seemed as burudian soldiers did not agree
in some dark deals and continued doing their mission
Of restoring peace in some affected zones.
many Congolese continue to appreciate
the work of burundian soldiers
than monusco and other troops.
DEAD WAIT
You brave enough child
You brave enough man
Just because you will it
Just because you can
To pierce the everchanging rock
To crack the patterned egg
To peer into the center
To witness then to beg
Yes, he left your mother
Said he disappeared
Said I stole him from her
Decidedly, flipped fear
Then drip drip drip
The trickle
Drip drip drip the bleed
Gashes gush from every side
Every blatant need
Vigilant servant lover
Wishful injured steed
No blessed nor glory's cover
Just bog like tacky weed
Snares at every crossing
Babies become boss
Grace shimmers only briefly
Persecution circumvents the cross
I’m forced to deal
With group of hypocrites
That’s my problem
What your problem ?
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