Phoniness Poems

she was artificially unnatural

she was artificial
a counterfeit human being
her phoniness is unreal
uncalled for and unnecessary
there is an unnatural feeling about her
her words come across as lies
she is stiff, unkind and unbending
something horrible must have happened to her
at one time or another

platitudeness

the platitudinizes 

I have woken up to the world we inhabit 
so, much double-speak, self-interest, egotism
and tame excuses make me physically ill
For many, it is about getting the upper hand
how to lure money out of the innocent
The law is ordered, and the guilty are often
forgiven by those they swindled.
We see through them, they are not willing
to help anyone unless it is beneficial for
them, then demonstrate their kindness
so the whole world can see their greatness
there is a greedy content to their action.
we have lived long enough we see phoniness 
the glittering prizes, the hollow press 
uncritically reporting on events that are based 
on lies by the self-serving elite.

Honesty and Hypocrisy

Honesty's the best policy.*
Tolerance is hypocrisy.
Does the peace of mind lie in this:
"To be in good terms with the friends
And tolerate the enemies"?†
Oh, no! It's but mere phoniness.
The lice of a frank, fatal foe
Are far nobler than a fake friend.
2.23.2024

Notes
 * An English proverb
 † Proverbial lines by Hafez

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O'Yes, Braver Still Are Well-Hidden Scribes

O'Yes, Braver Still Are Well-Hidden Scribes

Only the empty darkness dared to taunt
for even the great hero had his wants
not for gold or any treasure at all
yet is not common for greatest heroes to fall
What about those brave that live not to see
the empty phoniness of both you and me
O'Yes, braver still are well-hidden scribes
Are we all members of the same old tribe.

Is hope a gem that humanity seeks
With its bloody claws, hidden ghosts that peek
From cracks in olden walls that are laid bare
ghosts longing to spit that horrific stare
Why are we afraid of the ghastly dark
Tis true, that demons dance as a mere lark.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-25-2023
Sonnet

I Do

I’ve been curious 
You don’t be sayin’ much 
But I think I’m falling

Hey,
There’s depth within your morals
It’s somethin’ about the way you hold yourself
We resonate on a different level 

Take the risk
You can be yourself around me 
No phoniness 

Don’t you miss having somebody to trust?
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
But I’m in no way putting pressure to rush 
The way you’re replying, it feels like you’re my one
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do

It’s like a tingle, 
Or a shiver 
Got these feelings for you 
I do 

It hurts me to see you hold back
I moved mountains just so we could have a clean slate 
Take the risk baby
You can be yourself around me 
None of that fake fake
None of that

Don’t you miss having somebody to trust? 
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
But I’m in no way putting pressure to rush 
The way you’re replying, it feels like you’re my one
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do

It’s like a tingle, 
Or a shiver 
Got these feelings for you 
I do

Quantum of Solace

"My piece of Solace!"

A world of losses and defeats
Wandering soul in search of peace
Spiritually exhausted not because of sins
But tired of giving & giving of the services...

A fair of selfish crowd
She's left alone with her wounds
Expected some humanity in distress
But only received phoniness and proud...

Searching a medicine for relief and prosperity
Love and to be loved is the therapy 
Keep walking, don't stop your feet
Enlighten a fire of everlasting purity...

Dried eyes looking for the obscured answers
Unsaid words wanted to be the rescuers
Despite of all the vehemence
She has just become a viewer...

Disappointed, fragmented & in grief
Sailing on a catastrophic ship
Nothing is better than listening to one's own heart beat
All she needs is a quantum of touched music...

Suffered severely, regret and hate
Discomfort cling to her mental state
She gave herself the gift of consolation
Finally, she has found her inevitable solace...

Written by~
Rashmi Kaushik.
#MyDynamicEmotions

Outside the Box

I walk on the edge of unacceptabilities
Experimenting with the bizarre my norm,
And I enjoy flouting the accepted form
Insulting the more refined sensibilities.

I am the product of inquisitive thinking
Gleefully stepping outside the box,
While the conventional laughs and mocks
As its fragile self-esteem is slowing sinking.

Yes, my lifestyle thrives on the reckless
I'm quite aware many turn up their noses
While I show disdain for artificial poses,
And the phoniness of the properly feckless.

written January 18, 2022

Kindred Spirit

Kindred Spirit do you call me?

How could this be?

Many years of loneliness 

Here with no phoniness 

Enlightened by your humane spirit 

Permeating my being every minute 

Until our souls slowly become one 

The saga for love is won

Kindred Spirit filled with peace 

Stay with me-Our love will not cease

MAR 10-27-19

Hey I'M Over Here

Hey, I’m Over Here!

Hey!  I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering if I was okay, I am.
I have no friends now so no one is checking up on me,
And I’m fine with not having friends anymore;
They’re all dead now, or there is a great distance,
A vast distance, between the old times and the now times,
I can see them all though, my departed chums from back there,
I remember their distinctive faces and voices still,
In movements at the old places, busy with life at the crossroads.
But they’re all gone away now and I am alone here.
But that’s okay because there is no phoniness when I’m alone,
And the voices you hear are phantom friends conjured
From the clay of half a century ago, alive again smiling and youthful,
All in a long line stretched beyond Hoover Street’s oleanders,
My ancient friends walking up to me with penetrating stares, 
Wondering after so many years if I’m alive and if I’m okay.
And I am okay.
That long line of ghost friends has passed me by now, disappearing 
Into a mental cloud still hovering in the blueness of my mind.
But hey! I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering.

Brilliant

Brilliant
Is the color you can't touch called phoniness?
Is an invisible hug called wind?
If you miss someone is it loneliness?
Fate steals if only the result is blind,
The time stealing leaves on bitterness.
You came and you left behind
Leave only the sadness

That year we looked at the stars,
There are so many brilliant dreams
Thinking that happiness is passenger cars
Like the invariable stars far from me.
Remembering the youth dreams falls from far.

If you're above sky winkle,
Will you reach out and hug me?
The countless stars twinkle,
All the things that I have see
Better than a night with tingle

A Tired Beast

Like a hungry vampire, pursues me loneliness 
Scarier than sharp canines for me human phoniness
I feel myself a tired beast in the jungle
Which life has driven into a blind angle
But   is calling ahead brutal struggle
Who knows  - if  will find me buddle?

Kaun

They sanctioned phoniness in Kaun,
the abode of the sexy stone,
Isaac's,
a man like James Johnson,
grew delusional,
longing for a super match,
idyllic as a woman without a "Most High",
in a green-white-green vest,
on a self fulfiling field of play

Over a town of wellbeing,
a strange opinionatedness hanged,
as the ideal temperature,
rustling bones,
like an omen of amen,
dandling,
homeowner's masculinity of enjoyment

They sanctioned atmosphere in Kaun,
a concrete ground

To Be Blessed

To be blessed 
May the Lord Almighty set me free
To peacefully pace in His island’s lee
When the vice storms in a lusty surge 
And Eden earth is thrashed with its scourge  

When ethics to the right, to the left, adrift 
 And loosely swings in the tiring rift  
When trains of thoughts on logic cease 
And apothegms of love are trampled apiece    
                                                          
When war and war and war and no peace 
And themes of strife are the best release 
When peacemakers procrastinate
And terms of truce wholly terminate 

When vacant words are in phoniness drenched                       
And policy pageants of the world are clenched 
When nations forswear ingenuous deeds
And on travesties their heartache feeds 

When hearts are sullied by Lies and Sins
And eyes deny afflicted beings 
When stingy hands, know none to lend
And on vagrant feet sufferings descend

When man misdoubts “where is the Lord”?
And “when will He drum his heavenly chord”? 
I pray to the Lord to set me free
For a blessed soul, I wish to be

Confusion In My Brain

Do I trust them and show them my phoniness,

Or trust no one and live in loneliness,

I can’t hold on,

There’s too much pain,

With thoughts of suicide in my brain,

Confusing my every action,

I wish it were a simple chore to face my demons,

One man shouldn’t be alone,

Should I fight the pain? Or surrender my arms?

Do I trust them? Or live in loneliness?

My feelings can’t be right, someone give me the courage to fight,

Or I will be sucked into this maelstrom of pain.

Finding Faith

Tell me today you love me
Whisper in my ear you care
Take me on a whirlwind ride
Take me into your life and share

Help me see what you see
Show me how life is all roses
Teach me how to stand on my own
And that my phoniness was in my poses

Explain how you can love one and all
When our nature is to conquer and kill
Help me see your vision My Lord
And turn my despair into your thrill

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