Long Pretender Poems
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The BBC has not just bowed but been kowtowed by the dastardly crowd
Proud Aunty allowed to be somehow cowed by this bastardly diss shroud
Got to worry the crisis takes its toll heads roll…they only had to say sorry
Avowed critics beef rowed & wowed their brief a mischief agenda so loud
With no defender the chief got so much grief his resignation did tender
Ploughed by true offender Boris the political pretender on another bender
Call out this lout who truth does flout the vile bile he does all the while tout
Dob on the blue blob snob & knob whose vastly ghastly gob makes me sob
Why on earth would any serf care about what this loony buffoon does shout
Revels in his dishevelled pout..amazed Aunty levelled razed by his crazed rout
Phoney baloney stories of the Tories glories..the Telegraph a trusty rusty crony
The BBC again slain by a disdain campaign as inane & insane as Johnson’s reign
Without doubt we’ve the clout to stop the lying vulture from rifling stifling culture
Scoff turn toff coven oven off..cohorts of suits in cahoots ravaging loots savaging
Candour…can’t pander to their dander & devil may care unfair slander propaganda
Boris not a novice as the orifice taking the piss remember the abyss of him in office
Country’s ex headmaster pastor of disaster willing killing our beloved broadcaster even faster
Without knowing your gender...,
(nevertheless ex post facto still flattered
genuine heartfelt kinship mattered,
hence the reasonable rhyme
across the webbed wide world
I subsequently scattered).
Linkedin to the previous poem,
(similarly written scant few years ago.
I also codified, glorified, and lamented
an unexpected cessation of communication
with he/him who affixed yours truly
appellation of wise man, which modesty
of mine gently downplays.
Bhutan names defy affiliating,
determining, identifying... gender,
and what a faux pas this dada admits,
when a blessed high school
student did league gully tender
benighted, gifted, ordained yours truly
with sobriquet "Guru"
alluded to in previous poem, render
ring this foolish hearty good fella (me)
falling prey to embarrassing situation,
(I did miss render
as would be expected
from this crash test dummy,
who dented his psychological fender),
vis virtual mind bender,
when an initial presumption
smarted Matthew Scott as offender,
asper online youth NO pretender
by him, aye mean the sender
communicated his admiration,
adoration, adulation for this big spender
of sincerity, viz singular poetic magi - (ha)
made presumption that
unknown messenger slender,
and female, and
upon enclosing appender
referencing person as "lovely princess"
did respondent clarify finding deface
of zee poet here -
logic chops went thru blender
as if slapped by a suspender
experiencing irrevocable shame
as though a contender
attempting to guide false supposition
playfully mistaking sexual
identity of male sender,
he (young kneeler)
bowed as winning scoring goaltender
down as mine professed
metrical feet, he who acquiesced
non Asian minor, friender
NOT seeking moneylender,
nor mistook my heart of gold,
mine apology I did obligingly surrender
and possibly chuckled to himself,
asper an uproarious hellbender
whereat my countenance turned
sixty plus four shades of lavender.
Is this real?
Why say it is
when you know
it isn't true, this isn't reality.
It's the dream
you take me with seductive guile
and all the while,
the lie becomes the truth,
it hides and cowers beneath your smile.
You are the deceiver
the magic man,
the great pretender
setting heart and soul afire with passion, lust, desire.
Hold me close,
love me as you love yourself
promise me the dream
and here together we can hide
in your labyrinth of unsheltered schemes.
This is real, the reality
of everlasting dreams in ice castles
unending and melting in its lies display,
the lovers' dream of two, tangoing in pale shelter.
for John Hamilton's Pale Shelter
11/17/19
A émigré`s Dilemma
I have lived in this foreign country long, longer than I should
Many seasons I have seen, my hair is gray and brow wrinkled
seeking an understanding of a life that makes no sense.
I know their culture, have read Fernando Pessoa sing their
songs, but I came here as an adult, but my heart is not there.
I wanted to be a part of this Iberian country, but when
remembering a lullaby, my mother used to sing, when the party
is over, I know I’m a pretender.
I have lived here too long, but if I go back to my old country
I will be a stranger, in a town where no one knows my name,
and I will dream of a mythical Portugal.
Hook:
Want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender, a winner.
Far from a beginner.
Pure beef, put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
Is his stomach
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.
I wanna bring you the world
like the sky brings the rain.
Fire brings flame.
Love brings pain.
Life brings experience.
Listen close so you could hear this.
So you could hear this.
Check it out Daddy.
Like a house that became complete.
With a picket fence.
Like memories of the past.
Cause us to reminisce.
Like adulthood,
comes from adolescence.
Like growing from a youth
into a convalescent.
Like the opposite of sadness
Is fantastic.
Our love is a mystery
like Houdini's magic.
Like most new cars
come from the classics.
Like these words
from my heart
for you to receive this message.
for you to receive this message.
This is their moment
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins
The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s
Serene and pristine,
O, look how they are giving their all to you.
We are one they proudly say
but your hand is the one bent like clay
at the expense of putting on this charade.
You comforted them for their loss
Though their arms were folded when you lost your heart
I did my all, and I've given my best
I made them who they are, o how I'm blessed
How perfect
how right
how just
These lines read with sureness and might
Bravo
Bravo
how deep shall this go
Your fate lurks in the darkest corners
There you will find your:
Trauma responses
Fight or flight
Trust issues that sing aloud
Worthless, characters,
Keep your makeup up on
The show is not done.
The script is read, how dramatic indeed
Her part is played with vigor and feist.
With the roll of a dice, all are against her
but the sword welded came from her
Nameless game,
Adjectives should do
here let me spell it out for you
Weak,
Smug,
pathetic,
Delusional
you're no longer you, but what they think of you
This house is their stage, let the act begin
A wonderful family they say.
as they step over the sharp edges of bloodied mirrors
that scatter on the inside of our feeble bodies.
That mercilessly cut at our heels, we are forever
nails against chalkboards that go unnoticed
We are the thousand shallow graves that were dug without names
O how we give and give
and they take and take
Justify, manipulate, and cast the blame.
You've taken their hits,
Felt their pain,
comforted their sorrows
but what have you gained
Fake appreciations,
Blind assumptions
Degraded and in pain
Serpents venom spat
back at you.
If hate were a color this world
would not be blue
But only if they knew
that dancing among the rain, to hide our tears
The red was never from allergies
Curtains go down
applaud,
smile,
Encore
Encore
The Oscar for best pretender goes to...
YOU
His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.
Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing pain constantly stabs at wounds,
but you can't see his bitter blood bleeding
nor the bonfires burning his burdened heart.
He is the master of the masquerade,
exemplary scholar of skillful silence -
a psychologist's worst nightmare.
Yet they flock to him to adore his words,
so they can feel the magnetism of his smile,
laugh at his childish antics, be happy for a while.
Greatest showman playing the great pretender,
but he's crumbling, stumbling and tumbling inside.
Despite an abundance of admiration and applause,
he finds no solace, so feels miserably alone.
Feeling like a snowflake on a rainy day,
an empty balloon battling against the storm.
Demons of self doubt mock his actions,
he shakes his head in disbelief - but they laugh,
he screams, but they belittle him further!
His stomach shrinks with a loss of appetite,
dark bags appear beneath his sleepless eyes.
Life is a whirlpool of fractured fragments of glass.
Wondering what is the blessings of breathing,
what is the purpose of another sunrise.
He aches to be burnt into ashes
Will they even miss him if he is gone?
Silent One
21 October 2020
This poem is dedication to everyone who keeps a smile, when their world is falling apart. Many will relate, this is not a bio.
When writing it, at first I thought about Freddie Mercury and the show must go on, but as I wrote it, Robin Williams came to mind.
Someone we all miss.
We never know what people are going through. Sometimes, I see someone smile, but I try to look beyond. Never underestimate the importance of reaching out to someone. It could make a big difference in their lives.
As poets we have the power to reach out to many people through our words.
Is there someone you have not reached out to?
Thank you for reading.
There is nobody in this world knows how I am feeling right now,
Trying to get it to all make some kind of sense from it some how.
Filled with deceptions and lies leaving me nothing for me to find,
One memory there is that is truly real cause there's none in my mine.
This sickening feeling overwhelms me making me cold to my soul,
I am surrounded by gloom and sadness the worst I've ever known.
How is it I am to suffer like this for loving with all my heart ,
Always protecting you and always been the light in your dark.
Why me with the love so true and a honest soul feel such pain,
I should feel the Sunshine in my life not tears that fall like rain.
Was it the blindness caused by her natural beautey and tender words,
Or is it that I have lied to myself for so long it was almost absured.
Difficult for me to face this grief that I had always anticipated,
The moment you came back into my life these days been pre dated.
It was Love itself I have wanted to bask in to know the Joy,
This despair , lonliness ,and all the nightmares I needed to avoid.
A wreck just waitng to happen and the wounds opened up again,
Never thinking of when all began only wanting it all to just end.
Days that will be lost and the memories you will never have,
It's the worst kind of emptiness and confusion I've ever had.
These times we share when we are alone and nobody around,
The thoughts we have of fantasies are somewhat profound.
Is there a lesson here to be learned and remembered ,
Or is it I am that lost soul that lonely Pretender.
This can't possibly be the very last and the end for me,
If so then it has always been what was meant to be.
When and how it all went wrong and strayed off course,
Something I will never know or do I want to anymore.
There is nobody that knows what I am feeling today,
I tried making sense of it and found that there is no way.
A fence that will never be mended or memories replaced,
Just a lonely life and a broken heart is what I must face .
Get on with my life pray for better days I must do,
How can I do that if it has to be without having you.
Tac
Simple in its self esteem
Busted dreams
Production into motion
Brought on by one’s devotion
Hammered into regret
Enamored reject
Multiple debts
Doubt if I can ever get out
Hanged man
On a card
Is my everlasting reward
Devoured
By any means or measure
Forever
Chasing my tail
It’s gone
Off the rails
Pretender
Return to sender
Melting moment by moment
Into slow motion emotion
Cost gone up
Shake me down
I no longer wear that crown
Emptiness
Swallowed up
Broken bruised refrain
Today’s text is tomorrow s pain
Playing out in perpetual motion
One day melts into the next
It’s the lonely mans pretext.
Written May 6, 2020
Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender