Impostors Poems | Examples

Safety Key

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                             love lost
                           heart pines||||from lurking impostors||||safety key
                             protect it                                            live    life in
                               locked                                              safe    time

Spider Thread Relationships

These days, most relationships
Are made of spider threads
The chains are fragile and cheap
Nobody can blame the dreads
Who seem to always tell the truth
For they could not care about roofs
Over their hair, that does not mean
That they're crazy, illiterate or lazy
Listen to the beats of the rastamen
Their dreaded hair is as strong as iron
Listen to the reggae beats, to the veracity
Of their words. Weak relationships
Are hurting too many people on the ships
Men and women ought to be more careful
This world is sick. This world is crazy and full
Of impostors, liars, criminals and backstabbers
Guess who are laughing now? The mighty spiders.

Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Coagulation

Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters of millstones 
For ruminating relics to follow,
Thin images of wispy encounters
Fade
In lost chords of words,
Ghosts gel from gashes.

Impostors of reality 
Spit rebellious clots into ruminating plateaus, 
And phantoms,
To leave a crimson stain
On unwelcomed daylight and martyred Mondays
Stirring penance from clotting confessions.

Tourniquets unbound, 
Veins transfused congeal in coalescence
As platelets and corpuscles gather yesterday
Into the flow, a cadence, blood pressure restored,
The pulse of reminiscence throbs
Memoirs course through venous vessels,
Then seek a place
To dream.

19 Crimes

My confession
I murdered them all
impostors
claims of poetic devices
when the evidence was only
rants piled upon rants

A circle of praises
made the courts dizzy
the frauds committed
only added to their notoriety
under oath
all their poems shattered

The judge looked me in the eye
how do you plead sir
"Guilty as charged your honour"
I here by then sentence you to 19 days
you must pay for each crime
one day for each scoundrel exposed

Tune In To Your Heart Within Your Heart

Tune in to your heart within your heart
By Michelle Morris
31/08/2023

Tune in to your heart within your heart 
The love and Light will set you free
Feel free from fear and doubt
For those impostors limit your reach

Embrace your power, feel your wings
You can choose to fly free and high
No mortal cage could ever hold you
For your soul ignites the darkest night 

© Michelle Morris, 2023

Mirrors Are Tiny

mirrors are tiny,
kept at bay
so you can look away
from their
relentless stare and 
brutal honesty.

photographs are kinder
infections of reflections
of the way you used to be,
with posed expressions,
exposing impostors, imposed
to past the tense and sense.

The Social Normal

Together in a room,
Miles apart, 
Two in a space,
Not relating and indifferent,
They’re in different worlds,
They're separated by technology,
The new social scene,
The new diversion,
Hours fly unnoticed,
The clock ticks away,
They’re oblivious of it,
Alone and everywhere in the globe,
Meet me online,
The social norm,
Our true identities are hidden,
Our true self unrevealed,
Social impostors,
Tragedy in technology.



March 17, 2022.

Rebirth

In January of 2022, In the heart of Henize 2-10 galaxy, located 30 million light years away, in the Pyxis constellation, a black hole was observed, birthing new stars, thanks to Science, the NASA's Hubble Space Telescope saw it. 


The black hole was the annihilator
Known for its capacity to consume 
Even the largest of stars varnish 
When any ventures near enough 

The abyss has become a mother 
Correcting life misunderstandings
Where impostors have led the way
Leading humanity to serve human ego

Life in death is further confirmed 
Black as the mother is now obvious 
While the universe continues unfolding 
More lessons will come from the truths of life

Drums and Bugles

Good governance,
the enemy of government
States rights,
oxymoronic at best
What works,
the bane of impostors
Who exist
to feather their nests

Revolution
 is quickly fomenting
Change only
at the point of a gun
Voices from Concord
heard calling
With freedom not given
but won

(The New Room: October, 2021)

Dangerous Drugs

All drugs have the potential to be harmful
We know ourselves more than doctors and Psychiatrists
Some drugs have irreversible side effects
Especially drugs that are purposely and forcefully given
Adverse effects may include long term mental effects
Short term extensive health problems and hallucinations
These drugs slowly and rapidly push us on the verge of collapse...
Note. Stay out of reach of underlings, mobsters and impostors.

Isn'T Salvation the Gift of Christ

Isn't salvation the gift of Christ...
when our sins are redeemed by faith?
Be willing to choose and follow the right path,
no doubt will crumple our conscience:
if we do right and stay in the light...
Doesn't courage build up strength and resistance?

His promise remains unbroken unless we stray,
He has carried His cross, let's carry ours;
we'll be scorned, we'll be spat on as impostors...
no pity will be shown on the way to Calvary!

Isn't salvation the gift of Christ,
how humble, loving and true He was until He died;
let's imitate Him and bleed as He bled...
didn't blood drip from His crown and fell in the dust?
We were forgiven, every sin was erased
by His compassion and kindred spirit!

The Windchimes' Grace

So, very much like the velvet softness of poetry.
It doesn't bang like a drum in your ear.
Nor is it the sound of raucous laughter in a cheap, bawdy, theatre.

Big words that provide nothing but confusion?
Do you expect poets from huge dictionaries to get contusions?

Poetry is anything but tap dancing in garish poet costumes
on the poetry stage.
Some are poets genuine, not poet impostors.

Anyone can follow a form, let's face it and claim to be a poet, how
poorly they fake it,
The true poet has a heart and loud drums and a chortling crowd 
cannot erase it.

Being cheap and tawdry,is not a poet's fare.
He or she has a handle on life's heartbeat which they handle with 
The tender sound of a windchime's gentle sound and share.

                   
                     10/18/2020
                       Opus# 3

The Night

The wingless eagle
went to the party of the owls
with his own wisdom
Intimidating the impostors
of the night
with his past glory
Exposing the shadows
of their dark indulgence
—with a killers eye

(Stone Harbor New Jersey: January, 1992)

Omoyele Sowore

Oh! ye noble men of courage, another Hero is born. 
Meet the man who demystify the terrors of our oppressors,  
Out on thee oh cowards, Up and braze up for the the imminent freedom.  
Your Fears are foolish, let them dazzle a thousand guns, they are mortals and 
            they fear our rage. 
Enlist in the voyage for liberation, we cannot all be cowered. 
Liberty is the cry of the oppressed, and Freedom is never given, it is taken 
Emancipate yourself from the claws of these terrible corrupt impostors,    




See the light of development sweeping the continents, advancement and 
            technological leap everywhere 
Our lots has been a cynosure of bandits, overtaken by fraud and moral turpitude 
Who will lead this banner to rescue us from the nebulous shame?  
Over us they bellow, Lording it, they Rule. 
Revolution is the Fear of the Oppressor, until the masses wake up from their 
            slumber.
End the reign of the bandits, masquerading as Leaders

Fire and Rain

Shrinking immortality into
  the moment

Ignoring the impostors
  —future and past

Inhaling eternity’s thunder
   with every breath

Breathing out
  —fire and rain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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