Pretention Poems

Ethereal

ETHEREAL

To explain the unseen without pretention
The aether was once a scientific concept
But recently it’s attracting greater respect
The medium in which memes can connect
Yet it still remains very difficult to detect
Now it’s the province of a mystical adept
A term applied to the spiritual dimension

The ether is where signals pass through
Probably a vacuum or even dark energy
Ethereal can suggest something mystical
With elusive proof not readily statistical
And spiritual exponents being ever fickle
Underneath it all, it is a kind of synergy
But may leave us wondering, if it is true

Equality For All

"We appreciate the popular democratic intention,"
began the Drag Queen Ball proclamation,
'Equity for All'

We would even more appreciate
a more specific lack of pretention:
'Equity for All Victims'
of Straight 
White 
Patriarchal Privileged
Trauma.

The masculine hotness we admire,
and gladly serve,
is a renewed ecofeminist face
to replace past Patriarchal
Capitalist
unfortunate RightWing embrace.

Ecocide,
like Transgender Matricide,
devolves from Patriarchal-Capitalist 
self-fulfilling dark prophecies
win/lose zero-sum survivalist economies
fueled by hellish
anthro-privileged
dis-rapturous
anti-health for all
anti-living Earth becoming All
monotheistically desperate
demonic despair

Of a Straight White FatherGod
incapable of ecocidal repair
while continuing to invest
in punishing deviance
from Straight White Male 
cosmic monotheistic glare.

Drawback

Most if not always 
my consequences rest
in lamentation of spirit. 
End if not means, 
that crime is a call break
of thought bearing geniuses
I guess, if not pretention
That I am a man. 
That everything I bare is an ordeal. 
And every ordeal is quite alarming, 
Wither we may loss or won, 
Is a drawback in His time.

Happens Everyday

Happens Everyday 

As the lobby door inhale fresh air 
They walk in puffing the indoor
Hoping it will multiply their dwindling puffs
A limit imposed by the illness

Pretension turns into wish, hoping, 
Mask may come off, turning into need for 
A cane, a wheelchair or merely a crutch of concern 
Search for hope becomes a primary concern

Door revolves all day long.
Similar exchanges similar masks
Years teach whether to peer behind the mask
Or to let the curtain stay

Their gypsy eyes searching clues
From my entry into the room, my posture,
My looks, position of my eyebrows–
Piercing every pretention
 
I ruminate facts and figures and
Use stomach full of experience
At times emotions escape from the vault
Expose lies of love.

Splitting Hairs

Splitting Hairs
David J Walker

If you only knew 
How often
I do just that

Splitting hairs to enter 
Another dimension 
Leaving me both here
And there, driving the streets 
Of abstract convention 

Where traffic lights are blue
And the tomorrows are
No longer new and are known
For abstruse pretention

Everyone seems to know my name
When they think they see me in
This other form

And then I’m gone again
In the split of a thoughts
Distension

Splitting Hairs

Splitting Hairs
David J Walker

If you only knew 
How often
I do just that
Splitting hairs to enter 
Another dimension 
Leaving me both here
And there, driving the streets 
Of abstract convention 
Where traffic lights are blue
And the tomorrows are
No longer new and are known
For abstruse pretention
Everyone seems to know my name
When they think they see me in
This other form
And then I’m gone again
In the split of a thoughts
Distension

They Asked of Her

And they asked of her,
said unto her:
Why do you write these words,
this ink on an invisible whiteness,
these corruptible scratching’s
as mutable as sand and water?
Surely poetry is but a reverie,
an untried pretention of truth.
By who’s authority do you speak?

She answered them saying:
Who called me poet?
I am that nothing from which
all manner of nothings come from.
The white page comes after me;
words come after me, not from me.

What you see as words and poetry
I see as the Holy Ghost
speaking through a skull.

Making Time For Jesus

Making Time For Jesus
Written: by Miracle Man
2-19-2019

Like so many, I had no time for Jesus, until,
On one routine day life became a bitter pill.
No avenue was apparent for me to place trust,
So my profound reasoning, made Jesus a must.

He was reaching out, while I was yet debating,
No longer could I ignore Him, with heart pulsating.
I suddenly believed, that only He was my answer,
He forgave my sins and took away my cancer.

He had allowed this thing just to get my attention,
My heart was now lighter with no false pretention.
Facing something from which, I alone, could not flee,
In my time of deep despair Jesus had touched me.

Apprehension About Pretention

Pretention is a claim or an assertion 
of a claim to or about something.
Use of affection to impress; ostentatiousness.

Maybe he had made another pretention;
When done was with much apprehension;
Rather obscure,
Not very sure,
And all of this did depend upon intention.

Jim Horn

Sorry, Not Sorry

I owe no apology for me being me
I owe no "i'm sorry" if I offended thee
I will never apologize for speaking my truth
Being sorrowful is uncalled for, for words spoke in youth
Any plea for forgiveness will fall on deaf ears
I was thoughtful in every vowel I spoke in my years
I have no justification, if it reduced you to tears
I somehow found joy in exploiting your fears
I was what I was, that fact remains true
But instead I can tell you just what I will do

I will assure you to help bring out your best
Can guarantee that I will try to help and invest
In bringing you closer to a better place of mind
I solemly swear, No words of unkind
With a vow somehow, change hearts on this planet
The covenent I explore is deep, I don't fully understand it
My obligation to mankind runs deep in my veins
I pledge to help relieve all the pains and the strains
The intention, with no pretention, is be who I was
Without the selfishness, or need for applause

Winter Returns

A gust of shower
On the way to Bhubaneswar
In the midst of spring
And a window seat
After lots of request
To witness soothing views
Alas! Shockingly a broken window.

After rain
The shimmering fool moon
Like a steady but curious seer
Shower blessings on dhak flowers
To give them a look brighter and deeper.
Shivering were the leaves outside
And the lips and body of mine too
Amidst wind so chill
Blanketing the earth to still
Lulled me amidst silent dales and hills 
Flowers and twigs
Rivers and streams, clouds and mist
Earth and heaven.
The raindrops on leaves
To be dew drops pretend
Carrying miniature suns in each
Steadfast like quiescence sages contemplating
Changes many as if they bring
The prediction of scorching summer
In silent echoes are spreading rumours.
To the shock of my matured pretention 
 Language learning kid of mine states in quest
‘The winter returns’.

Lucifer

In the pit, deep and hollow
Burning furnace, cried of sorrow
Cried his veins, but unyielding
Before the punishment unleashed 
In countenance to arrogate His power

Heaven this day turned to hell
When in challenge of His kingdom
As a horse in a hot chase to furnace
Abrupt it stopped and the fling
The middle of furnace he was thrown
Punishment for Lucifer but he lives

To Him, His kingdom was in contention
In lore of creation he was in pretention 
To bow to Him the creation he knew
In heaven rancour did rain
When Michael gorged his ribs

This furnace man must void
Before attainment of His chamber
But kingdom of Him in division
The one he holds, the one He owns 

The earth, Lucifer in reign
But heaven, Lucifer in lost
Here Lucifer was choked with rakes
Slit it tore his brows to flakes

Dull blades pierced in rages
The eyes he raised to His Grace

Like Michael, my mind in fury
To Dante, furnace for man is puree
When furnace will turn to black
Before a man will kiss His feet
But accursed Lucifer still in reign

Banksy's Joke

I want to go to Dismaland!
I'll thcweem until I'm thick!
I have blisters on my fingers
From the endless futile click
There'll be secretaries on it
Pulling non-existent strings
There'll be rumours of a con
On social media and things
I want to go to Dismaland
And see the horrid stuff!
How come I can't buy tickets
And my money's not enough?
In the shadows Banksy chuckles
He's got the Art World in his hand
He has turned pretention on itself
As planned

by Gail

Why Hate Myself

I don't have the same stamina as a young man,
some girls look away and others say, " Sir! "
Is that because I am aging and losing my hair;
lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin! 


Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration?
Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head of hair
and fool myself that I defy age and receive flair?
Why hate myself...instead of getting rid of pretention?


I can feel better accepting myself reaching maturity
without those silly attempts of turning the clock back; 
I had my glory: memorable days full of laughter and vitality,
let others begin their journey and not end up a lonely Jack! 



Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci

Social Media

For lack of attention

And lack of invention

They couldn't help it 

Now we can't stop it

With mustered pretention



Living in the keyhole

The pretty lies are sold

Women of appetite eat

Cannibal spawn tweet

As our credits roll



Just out of light

In the shadow of right

Men counterfeit valor

Then duck and cower

Lacking a will to fight



Fast forward life time

Wonder past its prime

Cut and paste history

To create a mystery

Of victimless crime



Remember what to say

Regurgitate yesterday 

We salted the earth

And lost its worth

We lost our way



Alone in the corner

The facts adorn her

Through rise and fall

Truth awaits us all

As we learn her cure



Folly laughing loud

The trashy and proud

Can't see it there

Behind the despair

Death with its crowd

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