Pseudo Poems

False Spiritualities

False Spiritualities

Our age is full of spiritual criminals
“I teach you!” I will show you the way!”
Yes, they will help. Of course. For money

People want to find the way. The way out
Why? People are fearing. Hmm. Future
Yes. But maybe too late, the gate is closed

Then came the help! The spiritual teachers!
“I teach you practices, knowing, meditations!”
They

Today's leaders

From ashes of pain, true leaders rise,
Forged in struggle’s unyielding cries.
Yet now, from gilded thrones of greed,
False prophets spawn, with lies they breed.
They weave deceit, a cunning art,
To hijack souls and rend the heart.
Using hired blades and looted dimes,
They buy men to side their evil dreams
Behind a flag, their falsehoods creep,
While nation bleeds and victims

DALI PSEUDO SCAPIGLIATA

pantheon rome

 dome   
       dissolves
                                   
  before our eyes

transmutes

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A Pseudo Love Poem

So it's back to love, gonna write about love
My favourite subject besides giggles
The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment
Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle

Love makes me act in very strange ways
As if I'm possessed by some demons
Always been a very prim and proper man
Really can't imagine the reason

Maybe I'm reliving my teenage years
Heard

Pseudo-Smile

Nights unveil the darkness 
Of dreary, dismal days
Thoughts plummet deeply 
And diverge in disarray
Anxieties surmount
Ability to cope is seized
Sad face, a pseudo-smile
Hope barely within reach

November 10, 2021

Pseudo Allegory: Behind the Veil of Deception

If only for a moment you could let me inside
To see a great fortress, or hobbit hole where you hide
I won't be judgemental and play toying tricks
I just want a gander, see what makes you tick
Feel the pain of your sorrow, wicked past telling lies
Keeping you held at gunpoint by yourself stepped aside
Behold the rainbows

Pseudo Science and the Soul

It’s said, the weight of the soul is 21 grams.
Dr MacDougall told us this.

To measure, he put the dying on the scales.
Dr MacDougall, proving his point
Took some dogs, weighed them too.

Dr MacDougall was a man of science
He weighed the dead, then killed the dogs
Dr MacDougall of Haverhill, Massachusetts.

A man of authority let’s not forget,
Dr MacDougall

Pseudo Martyrdom

A scream of martyrdom, could be a collision,
I've felt my colony and called them to die.

Never I've seen on death so delightful breathing, 
when in heaven I said, what do you want to know?

A blonde nymph spread legs, I gagged and climax, 
these holy wars lied down and still search for others.

Roger roger roger, please

The Serpent of Pseudo-Paradise

So sophic, so subtle, so sensual, so strong,
He gleamed in God’s garments so fair.
To the virginal mother he sang his sweet song
With her family happily there.

So trusting, so fearing, so captive, so free,
She savored his soothing embrace.
From the lips that she kissed came the dreadful decree:
“Your children I’ll chase from this place.”

So anguished, so broken,

Pseudo Sciecnce

The pseudo-science 
    
Cooking is not rocket science but would be cook has to 
learn the basic after this he must discover why some
food doesn’t go well mixed with the wrong ingredients
The rudimentary is salt, pepper and butter and then
spices depending on the dish.
The food on the plate should look appetising but

Consequences of Pseudo Love

"Let time fly, my love 
my affexrarionnever leaves my heart for you
you are the essence of my being
"but that it would fly faster," she murmured

"My love thrives with your love near
your lips don’t rest easy on my mind
and neither does the smile on your delicate face languish
 on this mind of mine

Like stone barriers keep

Fanaticism Runs Poetically Amok As Pseudo Tribalism Village Two

Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria 
would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get 
frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for 
“our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers 
all manner of humankind would (during lulls) 

Instagram, Kindle, Messenger, Outlook, Quicken, 
Snapchat, Twitter. Santander, Verizon,Wells Fargo 
might be sponsors for major competitive challenge. 
Zero tolerance

Fanaticism Runs Poetically Amok As Pseudo Tribalism Village One

airing zeal! If (dog forbid) the richly paid, namebrand 
looming kneecapped kneeling illustrious giant egghead 
con cussed career athletes fumble, crumble and bumble 
spelling a loss for those spectators (who doled out 
a wad of cash) quickly make collective disappointment 
known by cursing, first in loin, odiously reprehensible, 

unacceptable wimpy yikyaking atrocious carpetbombing 
expletives. As

An Absolutely Nonsensical Pseudo Poem That Fails To Pass For a Fairy Tale

When poet Tennyson was very young,
He was a handsome tiny son, 
Who loved playing tennis under the sun.

When in his teens,
Tennyson excelled at his studies 
So much so that he won the admiration of 
Adorable girls who numbered ten.

As an adult Tennyson the tiny son went on a journey
To a faraway city called Newcastle upon

Mint, Peppermint, Cool Mint --- a Nonsensical Pseudo-Poem

Mint, peppermint, Cool Mint, badminton. . . . 
But that's not what I meant. 
You still don't know what I meant? 
Then I'll give you a hint. 
There's a famous guy named Clint. 
Yes, his family name is Eastwood. 
As an actor, he's sharp as a flint. 
He always wears a shirt with a nice

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