Pretence Poems

The Face Behind The Mask

What hides behind your painted smile?
A gentle soul, or a storm in waiting?
Do your eyes speak truth,
or are they windows with curtains drawn?

When you laugh among the crowd,
is it joy that dances,
or loneliness in disguise?

How many words are spoken
not from the heart,
but from a script carefully written?
How many hands are shaken
while the mind whispers something

AI Detectors or Art Detestors?

Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.

Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.

How long will your pretence rule

HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 4

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 4

Innocence, zest, curiosity 
remain intact protected   
crimson hymns I earned
when Divinity composed 
a skin of cheetah brown 
amused at a white chin 
where my masculine’s 
fuzzy beard ought to be
HE raucously laughed 
aloud at my horrored 
‘Don’t You Dare !
O Great One !’

Then asked ‘What will you

HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 3

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 3

Pretence lies coffined 
as Spring makes a call
early chincherinchees 
kissing late winter’s wind
knowing empty cupboards 
will be filled once more 
perceptions of another
timeline where artful
wiles and emotionless 
inserts receive no nods 
of approval 

My Love stands oaked 
in cerebral signature 
unashamedly chiffon
unmoved before 
North-South, East-West
Buddha and Serapis in a
visiting

HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 2

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 2

Pretence is for those who 
round a corner with I did
read that book, she smiles
with her eyes, then escape 
to humour minds or waves  
agonising over shame 
or secrecy or stealth 
calculating cunning 
strategies for recognition 
such nouns or adjectives 
are human language  
defining egoic grids
instead I

HOW CAN I PRETEND : PART 1

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 1

How can I pretend when 
flutters across my chest only 
prickle as your thought 
arrives with doubt or hope 
What is hope anyway ?
A flimsy wish built upon 
a matrix I no longer 
attune to as Mantis 
explores my device

How can I pretend when  
staring at a mouldy

The Noise of Pretence

In a space that should hum with focus,
Where thoughts flow like ink on paper,
I walk the halls, and what do I hear?
The clatter of egos—loud, brash,
A symphony of insecurity,
Each voice a drum pounding louder,
Drowning out the quiet rhythm of real productivity.

Oh, the harshness of noise!
Your chatter like chainsaws,
Hacking away the sweet silence,
The sanctuary where ideas

FELICIA

This architectural frame upon your mortal hue
Testifies God’s perfection and generosity in creation
These compartments of yours that dazzle the eye 
Are autographs that you are far above angelic beauty
Radiant queen among mortals, adorned in attire that beckons angels
Like the fallen giants who lost heaven in pursuit of the daughters of men
Not even the devout priest

For I Have Sinned

Forgive me 
For I have sinned in my tenacity 
to challenge you on the battlefield of morality. 

Forgive me 
For offending your duplicity 
with my transparency. 

Forgive me 
While you carouse with your unquenchable lies                    

Pretence

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Our Life of Cheap Pretence

Our Life of Cheap pretense 
We could watch through a lens 
For its failures to yield us a half pence 
Or deliver crisp commonsense;
One’s decided airs of pretense 
A mere sitting on the fence,
As one feels not life as it is tense 
Nor The Original Writer help his pens…

I’d start questioning the essence
Of A Talkative

Game of Pretence

Game of pretence, is played out everyday
Our authentic self, seems to have no say
As we go about through needless parlance
Social etiquette cause of dalliance
Oft saying yes, when we wish to say nay

Hypocrisy becoming our mainstay
Subterfuge as way of life, here to stay
Silencing gentle voice, of our conscience 
Game of pretence

Shifty eyes, lips that lie, thread

Mask

MASK

Under the duvet of sham I laid,
Combing in all the naive of me,
Putting on thy fake faint smile,
Caped in the journey of disguise.

I embrace my veil to my beard
To cover the dark part of me
Never to let the sun smiles it brightness to the scornful wound of my heart
And not to receive the cool breeze

Pretence Makes My Day

The nonpareil,
                            on cloud nine part of my day is dawn!
                 

Romantic Twists

One thing they ask ask and ask
They ask and answer stays puzzle
Every lip's tip remain no drizzle
That people's sake past hippos
The laughter and lovely rattling
Under the rivulet chants and pants
Say whatever goes around-
And applause of comes around.

Initial romantic turns run-
leaving the living question restrained
For the tickle stimulated laughter
And pampers of baby and baby
Promising heaven in

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