Sanctimony Poems

Oh God, Give Twist To Life's Drama

To get rid of your monotony, Dear God,
You wrote a play.
But Your characters forgot their lines,
and mere noise comes from the stage.
While Darkness pervades across the land,
Your actors growl and snarl.
Goodness evaporates.
In disgust, You behold humans’ phony sanctimony,
savoring the stench of rotting flesh.
The wolf chasing the old elk,
boasts about hunts of death.
I see You weeping at Your clowns
Your script leaks, dripping barren circles of ash.

Oh God, give this play a twist.
Come, immerse yourself in life’s drama.
Repair what our shrieking souls have done,
haunted by a loss of purpose.
Lists of empty words scrawled across loose-leaf notebooks
We creep around Your window,
vomiting filth on your beautiful world.
Change this absurd play.
Tears and shame fill our eyes.
Broken hearts.
Shattered souls.
What can be more befitting a human?
In Your galaxies of love and wonder,
don’t search for lost human soul.
Oh God, reveal a new Act,
Or, draw the curtain.

Sprayed Spittle and Sanctimony

I rale against this GOD
of pestilence and joyous pain.
This GOD of the sinners
unforgiving beggars and fear.

I shout into the vacuous vacancy
of empty souls - huddled in hope
pleading for the penetence
of an unobtainable peace.

I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm
sprayed spittle and sanctimony
mesmerizing the melancholy
cajoling the sheep with wolf tales.

I believe in simple things
in butterfly translucent wings
in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns
in "crownless" kings and regal pawns

John G. Lawless
5/17/2020

Two Hearts Unite

Two hearts unite in holy matrimony
  Pledge their troth in sanctimony

Yet in a year or two, up springs acrimony
  The likely cause, ungentle parsimony

All that money spent on pomp and ceremony
   ~ Was better saved for alimony

Deja Vu

Deja Vu


    Alas, we compose poetry to impress others with our brilliant
    brains, hapless wit, sexy bodies, or holy sanctimony.

    All foolhardiness if you think of it, and an exercise in utter, grandiose    
    egotistical folly!         

    Just be you, never hurt another poet here.
    Because when you do, Deja Vu is coming for you next, my dear!


            December 8, 2019

Its Human Yo

Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... 

I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free-

now they said in many many books that this is how we plead,

the defiance of a boarder stronger and foreigner as the hoarder from outer space descends,

but like my mentor contends with me as I ease into the heavenly shrine above mine,

I allow for only a sanctimony of time, 

like I would wonder if my gun no longer shined- 

and my face only ate pine, 

and my body enveloped love of binds rather than the free floating chime...

I was a walker and yet no more than the other stalker a boat bought in a saunter.

Recognition

First off-
you're E~did,

fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-

God is only justified by his own usury,

and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...

We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,

faked,

forgiving four fickle frogs,

finding our fifty nine frot foe,

just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted-

if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary-

having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen,

children who dream,

women who can misinterpret.

Sleeping is optional,

sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws,

free,

we are not this-
fleet,

we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...

Ms Margerine

Of what you know to be beautiful
never becomes a real thought,

of how you seek it out-
the lessoning of everything combined,

sanctimony as tree's can do when they listen to one another,

serious mistaken identities are just like the reason you came here was to die completely.

Chez Tony Food Market

Late but received her first cheque for alimony
Shot off to this new market based on a raving testimony
She circled and circled… was the ad phony?
No signs… no arrows… was it hidden this Chez Tony?
Suddenly a little hole in the wall behind some random pony!

Groceries for one, a dose of reality, the fish was bony
The smell reminiscent of rancid sanctimony
She settled for cheese and macaroni
a pound of baloney
in honour of their matrimony
and a devil cake for the irony



Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest A HIDDEN MARKET sponsored by JULIA WARD  -  RANKED 1ST

Plea Bargain

PLEA BARGAIN

If justice can be carted away on a platter of gold
And repaid with a moribund emerald,
Then let Law swallow its loquacious pride—
Let the rays of the sun drop its shines
Let the glitters of the moon hands down
And let the twinkles of the stars un-twinkle its prickles.

At the marketplace of ignominy
Law traded its most valuable destiny—
A penny paid in exchange for quashing mutiny
A  hominy given in exchange for shrinking felony
A litany offered in erasure of criminal sanctimony

Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany

Justice is the end, the fabrics and destiny of Law
If criminality can be bargained to legality—
A poplar will soon turn an undergrowth
A mountain will soon turn a rock
An ocean will soon turn a river
A tree will soon turn a stalk
An imago to a pupa
A pupa to a larva 
A larva to an egg
An egg to an atom

And what is left of Law is a shadow of its true self.

Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany


--Bolaji Ramos,Esq.

Time To Die

When hope is lost and love is gone.
There's just no reason to go on.
A poet's lament ain't worth a dime.
Nobody wants to hear that rhyme.

The world is for the lucky ones.
Not for those the shadow shuns.
I pray each night my soul to take.
And hope that I may not awake.

I buy my ticket in hopes I win.
But I'm still paying for my sin.
The end can't come for me too soon.
I'm tired of singing this same ole tune.

I don't want to live no more.
The sanctimony is such a bore.
So I will not apologize.
For there's more to life than being wise.

P.S. The double negative in the last verse kind of wrote itself. HMM.

The Heart

Bestow upon the heart the spirit of our creation,
for held in its structure is the meaning of ourselves;
Often words are just a sanctimony intercourse between passion and hate
And what is deep on our imagined belief

Beats calmly now a heart instilled
With the solitude of the knowledge of itself;
But forgotten are reflections, like malignant oracles
Held in the mystery of life

Oh let us be kind in the worth of our innocence
For innocent remains the centre of ones existence,
It waits forever in trail and tribulations
and the sound from that beating heart

In a spirit shall be held the creation of its purity,
The purest thing 'tween heaven and earth;
In the passion of the soul is the heart of life
That beats to the breadth of itself

Bad Rap

Babygirl, someone needs to say
you can't go on acting this way.
If you don't learn another tune,
the party will be over soon.

Rude, without a clue
know-it-all, that's you.
Good intentions aside,
you don't deserve this ride.

That phony, baloney,
holy sanctimony
is not lost on me.
Just let it be.

Insecure, immature,
but there's a cure.
Life's journey mocks
the school of hard knocks.

Daddy's spoiled child;
He always smiled.
Welcome to what's real.
How ya gonna deal?

Play it out. 
Leave no doubt.
Take a stand.
Play your hand.

So, what's up?
Go grow up.
Be a woman,
Know you can.

July 5, 2015

Honest Lies

Begins with an appreciation of ledgers,
Clear, true and definite in appearance,
While a long journey through the never evers,
Finding fallacy in every reverence.

As much As I can I try to never,
Subdue that darkness within, such pain severed.
Sweats and strength wasted as it recur,
Anguished in thoughts of constant repeats and anger.

Truth be told of tales so epic in yawns,
A few incantation of deceit. A Fraud!
How can I expect the precision when I am fabricating pawns,
Selling axiom like lush apples hiding all the rot.

The sanctimony of speech hassling for honesty.
Cage it in. Suppress with overflowing control,
Never again a lie or any casuistry.
In hopes to speak rightness and be bold.

An inventor. A story teller. A fictional character.
The emphasis of unjust letters that story unworldly.
Never a point of view. Always an actor.
Only the point from you. Yours Sincerely,

Clutching the premise of these various words and thoughts,
Baptising the impurity within thee,
For only I will know the the battle raging in from GOD.
My truth. I will always try. Believe me.

Morning Warmup

On that day
we found a squandered fate
in loving...
as it failed our inspiration
towards
the truth that our worlds need.

But who am i?
to speak of squandered fates 
of love...
which pales in situations 
where
we find our total evocation.

I am but one
who once did draw forth allure
from you
but in time the instigation 
of lust
leaves all consumed in illusions...

And now you shall lie with another
caught up in a selfish pinned staunch agony.
 with words now you roll with the tangents,
speaking devotion in sanctimony.

Walking End

My opinions forced through the pet door, I talk from a porclean doll mouth
praised on the head this crestfallen child, even a haunting lullaby tires
with my lips pressed deep I say goodbye like first steps faulter
but isn't it better to be dredged from strong waters
than surface on th walking end? red flagged with dependancy issues
what make me cling to a love life filled with antiques
these thoughts keep me in the tub water longer, till my fingers shrivel
not a girl delegated into a corner anymore, my decorous debacles lapse
I know you're no generations' gentleman but won't you leave
a swarthy sheath over my stupor, i flush sanguine when
combatted with your sanctimony avast! this impasse
sure I always mull on it before I quip and the old wounds
they playfully tweak, tyrannizingly we repeat unremittedly this rancorous rapture
on the walking end.

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