An obvious misrepresentation
Nearly cancelled the large celebration
Causing his second cousin a huge frustration
We could give you a quick demonstration
If you agree to call the hospital administration
To give him apt apologies from our family delegation
What no sugar means
Is that it’s sugar free
For a diabetic
It’s very important
But when something
That’s supposed to be
Sugar free has sweetener
Inside, like fructose or
Sweet and low, it’s
A misrepresentation of
A sugar free product, plus
It’s bad for diabetics
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
Oh such a mess.
The Scientific nebulous.
Deception, misdirection, misrepresentation.
Electronic misinformation.
The recalibration.
Attainment is futile.
For the vile.
Love and friendships torn apart.
Right from the start.
Traitorous laughter.
Fallen lives a disaster.
Betrayal of Magna Carta.
Distorted facts.
Piracy in their glass houses.
Shattered.
Humanity ridiculed.
Bereft, wayward as criers obligated.
Liberties, Freedoms, to dust.
Memories of trust.
Oh dear, what a mess!
Will they confess.
It’s up to us.
Oh the Scientific nebulous.
We are not your puppets
We have our own voice
But you are not listening
You are too high on your pedestal
You have this idea that you have control
Of what you let us do but
The pen was raised to equal the playing fields
You made it difficult for us
In you, we can never trust
Exposing your evil is a must
You are trying to impose your culture on ours
Your elitist mentality will be your downfall
We don’t want to walk in your shoes
We have our own heels
Step by step we will peel away your deception
The conception of truth
Will be seen amid your misrepresentation
You made it difficult for us
In you, we can never trust
Exposing your evil is a must
You are still worried about positions
Yet you miss the art of leadership and
You miss the heart of being humble
Often you mumble words that reflect your culture
Painting it as an aspect of humanity!
There is no unity between us
You made it difficult
In you, we can never trust
Exposing your evil is a must
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
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.)
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.)
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.
I’m left with internal bleeding
I didn’t quite comprehend
What it was that I truly needed
An unwavering loyalty
And deemed it necessary
To be appraised as royalty
But what did you presume this is
An escort service
Because you seem to be
Kind of nervous
Whenever I come around
You countenance turns
To an upside-down smile
What did I ever do
To make you succumb
To the assumption
That I was dumb
For not seeing the signs
Of your persistent misrepresentation
Meanwhile your intentions
Have been camouflaged
It appears my awareness
Was foreshadowed, but it doesn’t matter
Counterfeit? I’m left asking
Will I survive this
Because I decided to take a risk
Of being enamored with a con-man
I should have turned
The other way and ran
To a safer refuge
Your identity was
A major issue
I could not distinguish
What was ever authentic
DEATH - THE INEVITABLE TRUTH
IT is the hard fact
That has not substitute
whether we deny or admit
it is just our attitude.
Destined by the omnipresent
depicted in one's destiny
it is for this last day
that we live so many.
Some r burnt to ashes
Some buried underneath
but some r taken care of
even after they deplete.
As long as u stay alive
Avoid ur misrepresentation
So u have some goodies
For this final occasion
Eradicate the evil & help always
Only that remains till the final stage
become such that every heart u soothe
Because you too have to bear "THE INEVITABLE TRUTH”.
Honour packets and pockets of promises
Without any iota of excuses
If progress should become the portion
Blessed in action and implementation.
Honour realms and reams of reputation
With vigour and rigour
Applied to forestall a misrepresentation
Sneaking into any endeavor to reap favour.
Honour spoken and written words
Uttered and muttered in good faith
Without rattling swords and surds
Slipping through to take away strength and depth.
Honour inventories and instalments of integrity
In plans and in thoughts
Preaching serenity and intrepidity
In quotes and in votes of all sorts.
Does it bring you great joy
To give me so much pain
From the vows I took
That gave me your last name
A misrepresentation of a guarantee
Is simply contrary to one’s belief
And yet you keep gorging
My life with debris
What a confinement space
You have me in
This sage seems to be never-ending
The only thing left for us to do
Is to part ways
And find someone brand new
many things
have became
overlooked over
time
many things
have been
overshadowed
covered with
resentments stain
years of misunderstandings
years of misrepresentation
years of missteps
years of unmended mistakes
have all accumulated
a top one another to
create this valley of
emotional estrangement
The athletic behaviour of a swan party is far more effective upon a canal rather than in a bowl. The interesting part of a novel is quite often contained under a line but a line on a rock could contain much archeological finds and excite paleontologists so much that wild parties could be had in all corners of the globe. Mindless mischievous malevolent mammoths. And a disgruntled pig was now outside amongst the fauna fern and wild heather on a patch of thick granite. Ha a beach is arriving on a train at six o clock in meridian fortunes. Ha a sea is chasing it wanting it's shells back. Ha a dusky mule writhing to a meal in a restaurant. Clatter clatter clatter then. Xxxx misrepresentation z z z z z at forty one mice to twenty one skiing serpents. Z
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