Short Bombast Poems
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Shouts, Yells, Screams, Rants, Raves
Bullhorn-magnified Bombast
"Decapitate him!"
Why don't the police stop it?
What happened to enforcement?
Strutting
in place
Message
defaced
Words left
to spew
Bombast
in view
Worshipping
mirrors
Begging
for fame
Image
debasing
Vanity’s
— claim
(The New Room: March, 2025)
To campaign
in poetry
but govern
in prose
Words stretch
till breaking
integrity
blown
Promising
everything
sins
unconfessed
Bombast
and pander
the charlatans
— best
(The New Room: July, 2025)
Dropping its bomb,
always missing the mark
Your echo implodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Drifting abandoned
—in silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dropping like a bomb,
always missing its mark
Your echo explodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Smoke drifting abandoned,
—its silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Let’s cut right through
the bombast ...
your camouflage of words
And redefine
the essence ...
of what you’ve never learned
Your double-talk
pontificates ...
to lure and to distract
Whose lies deride
wherein you hide ...
from what the truth exacts
(The New Room: February, 2025)
You never were
that kind of father
So I could never be
that kind of son
You saw what you
wanted in others
But with us it was
all zero sum
I reacted to what
you were doing
And not to the bombast
you spread
As the rift ever widened
between us
Into canyons of anger
— and dread
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
I’m reading the paper real fast;
Don’t know just how long this’ll last
But my gut gets inflamed
When the culprit (unnamed)
Fills the page with his awful bombast.
By and by, there’ll be news I can read
But no politics, that’s guaranteed,
Or I’ll stick to my books
Where, if there are some crooks,
They get punished for each dirty deed.
Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit
What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside
The pulpit a soapbox
lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast
Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
You've heard all
the bombast of
pundits and politicians
Now it's time
to let the poets
speak
Starlight shines above
we
travel
below
filled with questions
and rhymes
and loss
Now it's time for a change!
Open your mind
leave all your worries behind
Let the poets speak!
Do you treasure
perplexity
strive to confuse
doubting the obvious
pandering the ruse
Do you live inside
cloud cover
avoiding the sun
exposure avoided
your fear on the run
Do you hide
behind bombast
the panderer’s lie
your costumes unchanging
as truth you deny
Do you wander
left aimless
your ego unbound
to cry from the wasteland
— bereft and unfound
(County Line: April, 2024)
A lecherous neophyte he preyed
upon their folded hands and closed eyes
bathed in their dolorous mumblings
sated himself on their penitential inhibition
Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift
drowning in his vitriolic bombast
a hard burning scent of incense
left to smolder in their souls
for Providence had delivered them - to him
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