Let’s cut right through
the bombast ...
your camouflage of words
And redefine
the essence ...
of what you’ve never learned
Your double-talk
pontificates ...
to lure and to distract
Whose lies deride
wherein you hide ...
from what the truth exacts
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Categories:
pontificates, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
Love is
so much stronger
than hate…
Hate aborts
all that is
good…
Love is
a pregnancy
that always gives
birth:-
Hate pontificates
that which
is called fear
but strengthening
love silences
weakening fear…
In the healing
atmosphere
of life
hate evaporates
but love
absorbs
healing sunshine
and serenely flows
with her frothing waves
splashing upon
the shores of life…
The moonlight
of love
will always
drown
the darkness
of hate
for where love
abides
hate can never
be:-
Categories:
pontificates, allegory,
Form: Free verse
What sold was for millions as art so grand,
Was bought for a few cents at a fruit stand--
A fancy mall nor mart,
Nor place of art apart,
Nor was banana taped with swanky band.
But a joke so cruel
In art’s name was this all,
Or call it a crime of a dollar land.
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Happenings |02.12.2024| art, irony, humour
Poet’s note: The banana that was sold for millions as an art piece was purchased at a fruit stand outside Sotheby’s auction house for 35 cents apiece, or 4 for one dollar (purchased for $ 5.2 million by a crypto currency entrepreneur-- who else?). How absurd can things go in this so-called world of art gone crazy for money? The banana seller, one called Shah Alam from Bangladesh, literally cried after knowing this. Yes, a joke it was this all, a cruel one for the poor banana vendor. Artist Cattelan pontificates, ‘Art, by its nature, does not solve problems-- if it did, it would be politics’. Indeed, the banana vendor was stunned and left still poor. See ‘Art going bananas’.
Categories:
pontificates, art, humor, irony,
Form: Limerick
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
*I had to make another account because the email originally used isn't available and I got no response on recovering it so here's my poem about freedom hope you enjoy thank you for reading :) P.S. my grandfather 7 generations ago was the oldest combatant in the revolutionary war he was beaten, bludgeoned and bayoneted several and shot in the face with a musket then left for dead he then at 78 years old killed 3 British soldiers with his bare hands and lived to the ripe age of 96*
Categories:
pontificates, allegory, betrayal, bible, corruption,
Form: Free verse
When people know you lack their ego
They assimilate in dens of evil
Sanctified swine proliferates
Condescending it pontificates
Assuming you're not with a friend
That leads you to what never ends
That's when they know the gig is up
The Jesuits will call your bluff
Was proved upon the shores of yonder
Escaping from the iron fist of plenty
It may seem like I said too much
Though freedoms ring can never be snuffed
You'll see it in the eyes of few
And if you listen you'll gain the truth
Atrocities committed on mankind
Have happened since there has been time
And so you must repent and sing
The song of love God's kingdom brings
Categories:
pontificates, appreciation, blessing, creation, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Academia blocks real knowledge,
Native Peoples will attest
So many wrappings covering their lies,
each field does then arrest
With logic and ethics pointing the way,
their path leads further down
Young minds abandoned, thoughts astray,
pontificates espouse
Academia buries the truth
then wears it like a crown
Claiming it only for itself,
its charlatans abound
Attacking all others points of view
with ink to cut and maim
Touting themselves, they flounder and drift
—a victim of their game
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Categories:
pontificates, truth,
Form: Rhyme
What a day, I'm blown away
Watch the sun disintegrate
As I lay and contemplate
Clouds of gray accumulate
Dreamt a dream, back in the day
Keep it safely locked away
Girl, it shines and never fades
Lives on love and prayers I pray
Too many silent nights
Too many crowded days
Waiting for something
The Weatherman pontificates
A million starling murmuration
A distant storm, a giant wakes
Across the bay a strange sea change
Too many silent nights
Too many crowded days
Waiting for something
I have braved the rain for hours
Catching lightning in a jar
I can't see in front of me
When I look beyond the stars
Like a man born blind
Seeing colors for the first time
Then all at once
The moon across the sun
©2017. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Categories:
pontificates, song,
Form: Lyric
Blond in a corner
Scab-faced - face-chewer
Insidious narcissist
Asseverates feigns for empathy
Pontificates spiels on sobriety
The carpet stained – the smell of sewer
A seventy dollar catalyst
Being passed – contained in glass
The anticipation is also the allure.
Derail – engage – yell
What twisted place is this?
What sick new sons of Belial?
Dismal – Impetus.
Divine justice is impetuous
When rock bottoms surpass
The abysmal depths of hell.
Regret all past professions
Regretting all you avowal
Become a regret, like the blond in the corner.
Come here, I will show you how.
Categories:
pontificates, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Verse
Me... closed box... death hangs*,
Heartless dreamers can't see in
Bastards! Am I dead?
Poet's Notes:
A famous thought experiment in Physics in which the life or death of Schridinger's
Cat (an imaginary animal) in a box depends on unpredictable chance. The
experiment unimpeded, the cat will die, the question is only when. The larger
issue however, is that since no one can see what has actually happened, the
actual state of the cat is unknown and hence can only be discussed in terms of
the probability of the cat being either dead or alive. And probability ends the
earlier mechanistic view of both God and His creation. God is no longer black and
white, color has returned to His cheeks.**
* hangs - like the sword of Damocles, capable of falling randomly at any instant.
** see my earlier poem 'Black Body' for an even more poetic discussion.
Categories:
pontificates, nature,
Form: Haiku
Blue chips stared - boring
Appraising. 'Do you have anything
to say?'
I stare back. Bristling.
Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to
offer -
I look around: solemn masks tinged with
dissidence. My
comrades - are we faulted?
I am the Head; I must speak.
Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy
'We offer our apology - and hope
we are still in your good books -'
Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips
'Oh, if you were out of my good
books we wouldn't be having this
conversation.'
I stare at the faces flanking him.
Baboons before their master.
Nose spasms; eyes twitching:
I get the message but ignore.
Deafening silence stretches
into impudence.
Sweet relish at his petulance.
You know not what you are
dealing with -
Haven't you heard of the notorious village
boys?
Categories:
pontificates, childhood, education, growing up,
Form: Prose Poetry
Alice in Wonder
Alice in wonder, landed a handful
From depths of a dryer eerily playful
Another sock missing, the dryer she’s dissing
A goblin within she fears is hissing
Disgusted by waste, calls Scotland Yard in haste
Thoughts of buying more socks, she repels with distaste
Sherlock investigates, Watson pontificates
No clues can either sleuth contemplate
Stepping through the door, she’s compelled to learn more
But finds herself falling; the dryer has no floor
Through the hole she plunges, a Mad Hatter lunges
And finally all doubt expunges
The rabbit hole clan, before her stands
Socks used as ear warmers looking so grand
So Alice climbs out, with a boost from a mouse
Vowing no more socks in her washer to douse
She’s barefoot now, folks, this is no joke
Sock expenditures had left her broke
* Entry for Paula's "Why do dryers eat our socks?"
Categories:
pontificates, funny
Form: Couplet
Actor Enacts
Banner Contracts
Censor Objects
Director Cuts
Editor Chucks
Grammar Pontificates
Hair-dresser Sets
Insurer Ensures
Jotter Notes
Kidnapper Attracts
Lover Sings
Murderer Kills
Narrator Describes
Oscar Signifies
Producer Promotes
Quaver Tones
Recorder Mixes
Singer Rhymes
Theater Plays
Utter Dialogues
Viewer Cries
Writer Thinks
X-Factor Denotes
Yodeller Yells
Zipper Closes
"but the show must go on"
Categories:
pontificates, art, imagination, passion,
Form: ABC