In this technological age
We don't trust easily
We take our own sweet time to guage
Our neighbors icily
But if we get a friend request
On Facebook, Instagram
We accept it without protest
What a pretensive sham!
Gone are the days when we would help
A fellow in distress
Now we click pictures while he yelps
In pain and dire duress
Where has our humanity gone?
Our sense of friendly trust?
Who will help us if we're withdrawn?
Values, we must adjust.
20th February 2023
(A little too late for "Acquaintance and neighborhood" contest)
Categories:
pretensive, angst, friendship, trust,
Form: Rhyme
hungry to the bones
many woes to bemoan
in silence they pray
would solace come their way
the world feeds them lies
drowns them in pretensive sighs.
written 3/2/22
Bite size poem #35 poetry contest
Line Gauthier sponsored
6 lines
Categories:
pretensive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Caught in a Cats-hat
You obviously admire the bestiality of a canine,
Hence , you probably find me rather asinine
And the confident swagger of a *****-cat
Is grossly superior to the airs of this pretensive plutocrat.
So you will , alas, never be my concubine,
Due to my propensity for the libertine,
(not to mention the table wine)
I do not have the means of an autocrat
And have only the sensibilities of a pornocrat.
Your disposition to adore the canine and the feline
Makes me feel like a philandering Philistine.
I will always be such a yellow-dog democrat
That I quite threaten to knock off your high hat.
And now for the denouement, my valentine,
For your humble blessings I repine
For the company of furry, felinous, feral Sumi-cat
I do so miss inhabiting her habitat.
g Tiberius
Categories:
pretensive, cat, me,
Form: Light Verse
Second chance, I gave that to you
You did not compensate
You sing of penitence
Yet would not cross the bridge of redemption
So scarred through and through
What did not understand
Cannot penetrate
Why am the focus of your vile obsession
The object of your hate
What tear in the fabric of your youth
What cancer no love can heal
Make you so distort the truth
Make you so chameleon in steal
I know you will not answer
It would never come to you in prayer
Your faith is built on faulty labor
Wooing men to convince your heart
Of heaven.
Do they see yet,
Can they understand
The wounds you bind with tears wet
Is caused by your covert hand
What guile upon a gullible stage
What pretensive innocence before my rage
What jealous spitefulness
What pathological competitiveness
What metal twist of soul
I cannot understand
But somewhere in childhood's cavern
I know the demon rest.
Categories:
pretensive, loss, cancer,
Form: Free verse