Shel was a pecksniffian, hypocritical goody-do.
Acted like most people were gum on her size ten shoe.
Her daughter Sue brought home a nice guy named Lonnie Lou
With pharisaical precision Shel lambasted him red and blue
A year later Sue ran off with Lonnie Lou to Kalamazoo
Shel has never met her granddaughters, Laurie Lynn or Linda Lou
She is not likely to ever meet them either, confided Sue
What she did to me, I will never let her do to my two.
Who are you
Question asks daily,
Some people want to know
More about you,
You look so meager in their bogus eyes,
You don't possess what they have
But your presence continue
giving them sleepless night.
Hating you due to
What you don't see
"Huuh!"
They are copying everything you do
And continue to ask themselves
Who does he " she" think he " she" is?
"Heeh! Gloomy ...
In your hypocritical eyes"
Your secret identity
terrify them
daily
How could they be
if you had what they have?
Yooh! they could throw themselves
in their bins and septic tanks.
" Death could be their daily songs"
You are gifted,
Just be greatful to God,
for His gifts in you,
Seen and known by many people.
Written 11/2024
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
A congressman expounding democracy
gives speeches eschewing autocracy
But at home he's a sheikh
letting no one else speak
making his world safe for hypocrisy
1/28/22
A shameful robber
hates another fellow thief
for many reasons.
Hypocrisy in philanthropy,
is the theme for tonight.
A reoccurring cadency,
in a false malevolent light.
Hypocritical, unethical, selfish, and unlearned
Under developed use of our overstated minds
Militant masochists tend to rule this world
Antagonistic especially towards our own people
Narcissistic insight concerning the global scale
Intelligence is wasted instead of being shared
Tragedy encompasses us forever the witch hunt
Yesterday's life lessons are learned nowhere
11/12/17
Written for contest: "Humanity/Acrostic"
Won 3rd Place in Contest Results
"This is the final curtain call, when the verdict falls, revenge is best served raw, so that's what they serve to y'all, in a church full of disciples becoming rivals, who follow everything but the Bible...act a different way every other day except that one day....Sunday.....some preachers know they be leeching, instead of teaching...preaching God's word but in all reality they're their own hidden demon, the church is where you lift each one up, not break each one down, and pull each brother up, and not let another drown, turn your neighbors frown upside down into a smile....that's what it's all about, real praise doesn't equal going to church everyday, real praise equals to praying by yourself so that God can bless you in everyway, so that you and your loved ones can strut through those pearly gates, and shower this world with grace, things are never as they once were....but we must still be fulfilled with love, court is in session but who has any room to judge?"
Are we superior? indignation
In false prophets invest security
We mix our morals with resignation
Appease elders, miming our charity
Speaking these vows with mute celebration
Sacrifice the pig, though we are the ham
Then dining upon His sheep's poverty
Wear white frocks red with sacrificial lamb
Babes may rejoice with new found purity
Sin is not a prize won with salvation
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This was supposed to be a Decain but I sort of messed up the rhyme scheme. Not religious
I just thought it was an interesting subject, that is not limited to the religious....
The Hypocritical Cop
By Elton Camp
The cop stalked indignantly to the car
“Now just who do you think you are!”
“I saw you daring to send a text.
For a ticket and fine, you’re next.”
“Safety is the most important concern.
When, good sense, will you ever learn!”
“For there is no excuse good enough
To be doing such dangerous stuff.”
He then drove away and didn’t stop
As he keyed into his cruiser laptop
Used radio, radar and dash camera too
His eyes off the road these things to do
From his sacred mission he’ll not swerve
He’ll piously recite “To protect and serve”
(I am opposed to texting while driving because
it is extremely dangerous. This is just a humor
poem.)
Here I am,
You are here as well, a
Place where most people are.
Of course they say they aren't here.
Cuz they practice what they preach,
Right? No they don't.
I have discovered
That most people are hypocrites.
I have learned,
Children learn it from their parents,
And they carry onward in life.
Lying to themselves and everyone else.
Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels
Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe
Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork of divine confusion
Unfounded values in perfusion
Peripheral motives, hidden lies
Unhallowed spirits in holy guise
Hypocrites with tarnished goals
Believing they’re the chosen souls
********
Is a double standard
Sense of Judgment
--------
The.....
Hippocratic Core say's:
That you
Should do for Me
However, I will do as little
As I can for You!
Poet Author
Gary Fields
********
Is a double standard
Sense of Judgment
--------
The....
Hippocratic Core say's:
What ever
Happened to
It was really nothing
- And -
Don't worry about it!
Poet Author
Gary Fields
********
Is a double standard
Sense of Judgment
--------
The...
Hippocratic Core say's:
I will also get
An attitude if
You mention it!....
Poet Author
Gary Fields
Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels
Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe
Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork of divine confusion
Unfounded values in perfusion
Peripheral motives, hidden lies
Unhallowed spirits in holy guise
Hypocrites with tarnished goals
Believing they’re the chosen souls
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