Long Pretention Poems
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ETHEREAL
To explain the unseen without pretention
The aether was once a scientific concept
But recently it’s attracting greater respect
The medium in which memes can connect
Yet it still remains very difficult to detect
Now it’s the province of a mystical adept
A term applied to the spiritual dimension
The ether is where signals pass through
Probably a vacuum or even dark energy
Ethereal can suggest something mystical
With elusive proof not readily statistical
And spiritual exponents being ever fickle
Underneath it all, it is a kind of synergy
But may leave us wondering, if it is true
book of face
I see your quick on that trigger. your words are offers on man's flawed self righteous altar
Of the vanity, and sullied grace of ou
The feeble attempt to sacrifice my ego
arpe too, in vain. I let my ego die inside me
long before you mustered up words to say.
Before you had even half of that smooth brain.
Ah but here you are, on the book of face.
I suggest you reload your magazine,
and make well sure,
those thin skinned fat fingers,
do not tremble and shake.
Because you think those are hollow tips,
But actually,
You're shooting blanks.
Thinking snarky sarcasm and
signaling virtues in falsity
puts a chink in god's breastplate?
And the devil's laughter,
echoes in the background
at you, the babbling coward.
readying your aim,
behind the safety of a glowing screen.
readying more bullets for fhate.
knowing you will stumble in your ignorance, he sets a clever trap, to snare you.
and I your brother, was just the bait.
I do not claim perfection,
I know my sins and mistakes.
what gave you the sight of god himself, to see my soul and pass judgement,
in his sovereign place?
I know my transgressions,
I am just flesh and blood.
I know my place.
But you put yourself
upon that contrived
pompous pedestall of pretention.
You do NOT know your place.
The pile of feces that corodes your tongue,
You claim that smells like lavender,
and the cracking thin skin on your lips
is actually,
really as soft as lace.
I know I am no better than those around me.
And my excrement? it smells like waste.
Like the your breath reeks of,
As you type away,
Each day.
on that book of face.
"We appreciate the popular democratic intention,"
began the Drag Queen Ball proclamation,
'Equity for All'
We would even more appreciate
a more specific lack of pretention:
'Equity for All Victims'
of Straight
White
Patriarchal Privileged
Trauma.
The masculine hotness we admire,
and gladly serve,
is a renewed ecofeminist face
to replace past Patriarchal
Capitalist
unfortunate RightWing embrace.
Ecocide,
like Transgender Matricide,
devolves from Patriarchal-Capitalist
self-fulfilling dark prophecies
win/lose zero-sum survivalist economies
fueled by hellish
anthro-privileged
dis-rapturous
anti-health for all
anti-living Earth becoming All
monotheistically desperate
demonic despair
Of a Straight White FatherGod
incapable of ecocidal repair
while continuing to invest
in punishing deviance
from Straight White Male
cosmic monotheistic glare.
Making Time For Jesus
Written: by Miracle Man
2-19-2019
Like so many, I had no time for Jesus, until,
On one routine day life became a bitter pill.
No avenue was apparent for me to place trust,
So my profound reasoning, made Jesus a must.
He was reaching out, while I was yet debating,
No longer could I ignore Him, with heart pulsating.
I suddenly believed, that only He was my answer,
He forgave my sins and took away my cancer.
He had allowed this thing just to get my attention,
My heart was now lighter with no false pretention.
Facing something from which, I alone, could not flee,
In my time of deep despair Jesus had touched me.
Colors will always make my life happier,
They also make my whole world brighter
What if there’s no color?
I think, I’ve no life galore
And I cannot make myself much prettier.
So, I’ve got a more fantastic idea,
To show everyone my color-mania
For Monday Luck, I wear red
From my feet to my head
Like a dragon of New Year in China.
Then comes the next day, it’s Tuesday
Keeping aura, I’ve color of sun ray
Yellow dress and jewelries,
They say, I’ve hepatitis
But, I don’t care no matter what they say.
Then comes the third day of the week,
More work are done making me weak
To conceal my exhaustion
Green color shows pretention
That my life and vigor are still at peak.
Thursday comes so perfectly great,
I wear purple , also my favorite
Purple fingernails and lips,
Its on me up to the tips
And I get smiles from whoever I meet.
Friday, the last day of my office work,
On this day, rainbow color over perk
I use multi-colored things,
Feeling of joy they’ll bring
No one says I carry myself like a quirk.
Saturday and Sunday are weekends,
Still, work and activities never end
Two days, I’ll be all in pink
People see me can’t wink
Tickled pink that I look so young my friend.
Sept. 22, 2012
First Place
Contest: Colors
Judged: 10/15/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
As daytime runs out, I will feel
the absence of Lucille,
who's going with the leaves
blown away by the winter's breeze!
Loneliness bring me more tears,
because her distance already hurts,
and when the next evening comes...
it won't have a surprise!
The absence of Lucille is
one of my greatest and worst lossess;
her first dream was stronger than
the true love I gave her then!
As daytime runs out, I will feel
the absence of Lucille
who looks for security,
not for sincerity;
I believed she loved
me without pretention,
what has become of her honesty?
Pretty eyes and tender lips,how easily
I fell for your temptation;
beautiful Lucille,why couldn't you stay?
I don't have the same stamina as a young man,
some girls look away and others say, " Sir! "
Is that because I am aging and losing my hair;
lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin!
Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration?
Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head of hair
and fool myself that I defy age and receive flair?
Why hate myself...instead of getting rid of pretention?
I can feel better accepting myself reaching maturity
without those silly attempts of turning the clock back;
I had my glory: memorable days full of laughter and vitality,
let others begin their journey and not end up a lonely Jack!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci