In Boca Raton, the Catholics go
to church,
and leave,
before the host has barely
touched their lips.
Why
are the parishioners
in such a rush
to get to the parking lot?
The priest crosses himself;
too many are already
crossing the threshold
of the church grounds,
waving goodbye
to a restful Sunday,
heading for trouble
with a sanctimonious grin.
Hope they stop
to look within.
My observation: stunned!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
sanctimonious, religion,
Form: Free verse
you built a throne out of your own reflection, mistook your arrogance for eloquence,
try to resurrect what you helped desecrate,
your ego arrived before you did,
while your sense of self suffered
every silence was a threat.
you dissect with vocabulary
but cannot name your own loneliness.
you mistook softness
for submission,
pauses for praise.
and when I left,
you called it cowardice,
as if I hadn’t spent years
trying to decipher a man
who couldn’t even pronounce himself.
Categories:
sanctimonious, anger, angst, confidence, deep,
Form: Free verse
sanctimonious poets full of ***t and ***ts; so very clear to me
Categories:
sanctimonious, poets,
Form: Monoku
she and he in polished shoes,
his tie she tied like a noose,
sunday's knight,
shining with borrowed grace.
the church bell rings,
like something forgotten it had to say—
they hear it as their anthem.
he's got the Book
tucked under his arm,
pages marked with
sins they swear aren't theirs.
mouth's whisper Solomon's psalms
that their hands have never followed,
but still, they kneel,
all theater and flourish, cheeks flushed.
he sneered at the beggar
on the church steps,
dropping a coin only when
he knew, that someone was watching.
inside, they clasp their hands,
not to pray,
but to shield themselves
from their own insidious reflections.
out they walk,
cleaner than confession,
a god in their own minds,
but the devil's grin
hides behind their lips.
and somewhere,
someone who does believe,
but loves,
sleeps on just fine.
Categories:
sanctimonious, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
S eeing bad in others and not in your soul
A dding pain by accusations that are untrue
N ot able to see the real motives, the goal
C ondeming others, for what is in you
T ime is the revealer of all hidden things
I know that all things that go around come around
M ercy is what a true soul to other souls brings
O penly praising, without criticism's sound
N ever think that "Holier than Thou" will do
I dentity shows sooner or later in time
O h, that you'd ask for a heart that is new
U nderstanding that sinners ALL carry the grime
S o sanctimonious are you, forgetting that we are all sinners all saved by grace
Eileen
Categories:
sanctimonious, truth,
Form: Acrostic
The King of Sanctimonious
Perched high upon his throne-ious
Clothed in purple pious-ness
Admired his own self-righteous-ness
The Queen of Sanctimonious
Tired of the King's baloney-ous
When he counts his hoards of money
To him, sweeter than his honey
In a court that wasn't courteous
The Queen cried, "you're oblivious!"
But he wasn't aware, nor did he care
He'd become a Royal hypocrite
Day after day, he counted each coin
The ritual put a flutter in his groin
Reveling in his Royal room
Soon became his tomb of gloom
The Royal epitaph was no baloney-ous
When the king was found
'Tis said he drowned
In a fermented bottle of loneliness
Categories:
sanctimonious, humorous, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
*~Self righteously to the out loud, as the morality but scumbag
Pointed finger to the lame eyes but blind folded to her own lack~*
Categories:
sanctimonious, friendship, satire,
Form: Epigram
One considers oneself a kind non-violent type of person
I even give dead birds, rats and frogs a funeral with flowers
But I go into the kitchen, and then all hell I suddenly see
As on my white floor to my horror is a hideous sea of black ants
I go berserk; suddenly the killer instinct comes into play
Madness ripping through me as I angrily grab a spray gun in hand
The poor ants are defenceless, for them it’s like an atomic bomb
I destroy sisters, brothers, cousins even babies, just any ant in sight
Kill, Kill, Kill, destroy, destroy, destroy, spray, spray, spray
The masses, the trillions, that invade my virgin white kitchen floor
All are swept to oblivion, offering no mercy, just pure revulsion and rage
Hate welling up inside my every pore, the humanitarian gone mad
Screaming, screaming, die, die, die! As I wipe this enemy away
Then peace, white floor gleaming and everything back to norm
But then I ask myself, haven’t I just killed a living thing
Lady are you so pure with your views on violence in this world
You too are capable of hate and evil, just ask that helpless little ant.
Categories:
sanctimonious, war,
Form: Free verse
Sanctimonious
Holier-than-thou?
Only God can rightly judge—
Who is self-righteous?
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Categories:
sanctimonious, faith
Form: Senryu