Long Sycophancy Poems

As they leave,
They leave for us 
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.

As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears

As they leave
They leave for...

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Writer is thought to be wealthy and shrewd in words
Is it however necessary to create an intricate prose?
Then we talk about free flowing thoughts of heart
Recognize a form free-verse as freedom of creative art

A poem...

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Lie low when convenience calls
Stick out your neck at optimum moments
To climb and scale high social walls
As you swerve away from avoidable torments

To shunt aside a servile lifestyle
Predicated on premises so thin
You risk to frisk...

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I AM A SYCOPHANT
I love eye-service
A great deal of sycophancy
I am big on people-pleasing
I do eye-service 
To Him whose eyes are ever on me

I love to make Him feel good about me
So I flatter Him...

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Twenty years later
I shall be called a writer
Not a waiter
I shall be called a freedom fighter
A writer who has fought bad leadership
For the good of the people

A writer with bad rule pimples
And the murder of...

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It Is What It Is - A Pantoum for Donald Trump

"It is what it is", so sayeth the narcissist,
As the numbers tick up to 250,000.
No need to take the merest action,
Since the majority of those...

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Most people unabashedly cultivate this art
For rising on the ladder of progression fast
Never mind debasing oneself in the court
And act audaciously putting aside all doubt.

They are singularly motivated by self-interest
That guides their path through the...

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Therein, laying dormant,
    veils of darkly reposed
          secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
     ...

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Herein, laying dormant,
    veils of reposed
      secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
          ...

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SYCOPHANCY

Miss Sweet, a fine lady’s nickname,
was a healthy woman.
Miss Sweet was God sent.
Ortha Mae was her daughter.
She was refinement to her mother.

Miss Sweet loved gospel music.

Miss Sweet was a beautiful individual.
Miss Sweet was always nice...

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Money,in search of you
Traitor appears
Either to kill
Or denigrate

The trustworthy gets less
The sycophant demagogically gets more
The former becomes worse
The later becomes blessed

Money, your raison d'etre
Misinterpreted by your interpreter
Your searcher on do-or-die
In your search 

Money,you are hijacked
By...

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Society – me arse


Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores,
condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin.
Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent thought”,
ballyhooing the wonders of our differences
until Society’s sycophancy rears its...

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Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.

Impudence remains a force 
To reckon with 
Indolence rewarded 
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark

Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned

Persecution...

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