Long Misrepresentation Poems
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Elemental formulations of healing for the soul
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold
Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption
Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand
Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”
Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage
Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution
Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
his mouth was wide open like a whispering heart
‘bring me sex drugs rock and roll back the years’
but prayers went unheard and the little blue pill
failed to arouse healing and he went flaccidly home
from the bawdy house at which he exhaled a curse
still passionate he grasped a manual on hot love
marvelled at positions that took courage and strength
suppleness of body and mind and stealthy resolve
a picture book of inspiration he centred his spine
reflecting on tantra and a magic carpet holding on
to the yoga mat in search of rejuvenation and flow
his mates mocked him when pure Philia took over
'too incestuous' he decreed for 'I can do this myself
I want Eros' but Freud recommended killing his Dad
and bonking his Mom in classical misrepresentation
of Storge under cover of analysis and moist dreams
his lips were parched and he longed for a lover
or at least some dark web site for illegitimate lust
searching for meaning his book case collapsed
and the bottom shelf reached to the top of the pile
how to treat haemorrhoids did not appeal to him
neither did the DIY guide to aphrodisiac verses
Nietzsche suggested that all religion was dead
only Karl Marx appealed to all communal desire
when he considered surrendering to his old age
abandon the vacant vacuum pump he had become
and accept that the highest form of amorous joy
was to bequeath his two rubber dolls to charity for
recycling of a karmic wheel and selfless nobility
he was pleased after a quick look in the dictionary
that such impartial transmission actually existed
and when he wiped irreverent seeds from his loins
became firm in the belief that Agape was for real
19th April 2021
Agape Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
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Scarecrow
You'll find me
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches.
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be.
I look frozen in time,
mimicking Jesus
crucified on the cross,
but I swear I mean no disrespect,
you religious zealots!
Blame farmers and gardeners!
They make me look this way!
They live to humiliate me;
dressing me up like a ragamuffin,
stuffing straw inside my coveralls,
placing a dumb-looking hat
atop my head; you name it!
Yes, I know I look ridiculous.
I wish I'd put
my perennially outstretched arms down.
Don't be scared of me, kids,
I speak no evil
I don't speak at all,
and I do not harm anything
that breathes air
Yet you humans choose to avoid me
like the plague
but come Halloween,
you all love me for just a day!
Go figure.
Yeah, I see some of you
staring at me, chuckling;
whispering amongst yourselves
about me having no brain
in the "Wizard of Oz" movie.
In my defense,
It was a misrepresentation!
I don't speak, but I'm not that dumb!
I know how to do my thankless job
and do it well.
I scare off all the birds
that peck at newly cast
seeds of growing crops, don't I?
Not so brainless now, am I?
Date written: 05/15/2020
She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming to terms with having absorbed and condensed too many of society’s norms and demands had seemingly been her duty and the prism of requests on her image of beauty had failed her inner Self. She drooled onto the spitting image of nothingness and the slobber ran down to the frame that upheld phlegm and contempt before it trickled down onto the baseless floor founded on hardcore delusion. Diet pills and dark shades had not relieved her from a succession of errors of reason and emotion and when she had blindfolded herself, the blinkers tore deep into her misrepresentation of surrender and cosmetic denial.
scanned in revulsion
vacant echoes burst the sight –
shards of glass splintered
So many fragments pierced into her eyes, that dry tears covered the pulverized viewing and heart-blood sprayed all over her soul. A point of no return, because if she failed to stem the flow and bandage the wounds, gangrene would set it soon and salving the lacerations would only speed up infection and purulent grime. The wall in front of her blurred out of proportion and there was nothing she could do about it other than retrieving bristles and paint from the storeroom and gloss over the shiny remnants of disrepair. And therefore, she entered into a journey of the unknown, drew rose petals and thorns onto broken canvas. Before she knew it, she decoupaged disintegration and fractures, glued a mosaic of imagination to mirror what should have been there in the first place. Sweat dripped from her forehead and smudged aquarelle shades which reassembled self-worth and confronted demons and abuse. An inner voice shouted, ‘all you need is a mantra to caption the artwork which you truly are.’ That is when she wrote her first poem and became free of doubts, oppression and cynical critique.
blame discredit reproach
failed to appease me in vain –
reflections can change
26th March 2021
If it please the Court,
I have a layman's question
about this federal government shutdown.
I'm guessing you all have noticed
in the Constitution's Preamble
that it's ultimate purpose democratically includes
to create a more perfect union.
I'm wondering if you are concerned,
as I am,
that when the President swore to defend that Constitution
maybe he hadn't read
and actually comprehended his administrative responsibilities
toward achieving this "more perfect union"
Rather than throwing all his CEO resources
behind creating a more perfectly partisan disunion,
which I believe background discussion notes
from the forefathers' constitutional convention
mention as a toxic aberration
They cooperatively hoped
their authentic democratic intention
would thereby preclude
future partisan inflation.
With this historical-contextual conserving background
in fundamental instructive mind,
I would like to hear your legal opinion
about the President's constitutional right (or flatulent wrong)
to disproportionately shutdown federal government staffing
and financial resources
in those States where the majority
did not deign to vote
for his royal disloyal majesty.
I suppose my conservative economic follow-up question,
If this is the President's constitutional right,
to create a more perfect partisan disparity,
then does kleptocratic bipolarity follow
corporations and private citizens
in Blue States
will be paying a proportionally reduced federal tax rate?
to avoid repeating historic royal exploitation problems
For example, Boston tea party shout outs
actively resisting unfair-share taxation
paid by those without his trumped up
authoritative over-capitalized Highness
and golden ballroom misrepresentation.
In the beginning there was salt
And it was good and tasty and dry
Anyway it was hot outside
Mouths became parched and thirsty
Later came fish then amphibians
Dinosaurs and birds began to fly
Without a pilot's license or any training
People followed later with a thirst for more
They invented pretzels that came with salt
They drank beer to quench their thirst
They drink it here on Earth because
In heaven there ain't no beer
That is why we drink it here
Authors note: Genesis - not to be confused with Guinness.
The author apologies for the line, “In heaven there ain't no beer that is why we drink it here.” He regrets it because it is goofy and clearly he is not the originator. He regrets it because he will get caught using it and because “ain't” is poor grammar and “ain't” ain't a word. He begs for your forgiveness for his seeming references to biblical beginnings found in the bible. God will certainly punish him for any misrepresentation of creation matters. He will surely relinquish his drinking privileges in heaven. (That includes beer. That is why the author will drink it here.)
I hate it when this deadline comes around,
and not all of my information can be found.
It is necessary to wait until the last day
whenever there is a time I have to pay.
Having more than one job is usually nice.
When tax time comes, I have to pay the price.
I find it difficult for reality comprehension.
I really don’t want to file for an extension.
Right now, the situation is not too fine.
I am missing one of my forms number 1099.
What about my third W-2, where is it now?
I am going to have to find it somehow.
Only facts are accepted by the IRS.
They want true information, I cannot guess.
The slightest misrepresentation cannot escape detection.
My filed form will be a victim of rejection.
Yes, it is now that dreaded time.
The surroundings I am in are hardly sublime.
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
Fighting my race
The group that forgot about the wonders of grace!
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
While at the same time exposing the misrepresentation
Of acting a certain way for a permanent post!
Teaching at a young age
I saw how teachers try to put you in a cage
So many clicks try to give you permanency as a teacher
With the hope that you will be a part of their gang!
Not liking them means no permanency
But this system is diabolical!
I reject my people’s attitude
Sitting with my pen
There are men and women from hell
Let me tell you a tale
The pale truth is that there are more
Gangs in the staffroom!
Gangs create gossip
A crime of our time and this
Prevent teachers from reaching their prime!
Judging my race in the staffroom
Coloured thoughts
So many bad reports
I trace their mistake in the face of jealousy
Hoping to help the new teachers entering the system and
Letting them know the danger of clicks in the staffroom
Copyright 2024
The Non-Sublimininal Criminal
High Priest of Hypocrisy
The Diplomat of Draft Dodgery
The Great Example of Paying Test-Takers
The LoudMouth of Wealthy Fakery
The Main Proof of Miseducation
The Nanocrat of Non-Payment
Potentate of ***********
Sultan of **** Patronage
The Grand Probah of PooPoo
The Big Wheel of Blather
And Salesman of Bull-puckey
High Lama of Skullduggery
The Master Purveyor of Inaccuracies
The Pride of Misrepresentation
The Scion of Misdirection and Nepotism
The Black Knight of Spite
Grand Lizard of Hate and Bigotry
The Fometer of Torment
Master of Catastrophe
The Master of the Quick Disaster
The Worshipper of War by Proxy
Lover of Lies and Liars
The Promises of Pusillanimity
The Handmaiden of Bribery
Worshipper of Massive Greed
The Purchaser of Fake News
The Dandy with Unseen Clothes
The Undead Ghost of the Capitol
The Horrible Haunt of the Presidency
Embodiment of Embracement
The Shamelessness of Gross Shuckers.