Short Charlatans Poems
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Those who sermonize to demonstrate they hold a loftier moral tone
Are often charlatans; uncovered by a grubby image on smart-phone
I ran over
the edge of uncertainty
To convince you
of what I didn’t know
Falling into the abyss
of deception
Where the pretenders
and charlatans go
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)
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)
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound
(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)
Keep your ideas inside
And you’ll fail at life
Never said it would be easy
To be yourself
In a world full of charlatans
But open your mouth
And all time stops
Stands still for a second
As the world
Recognizes your existence
Form:
The world pushes left
the world pushes right
The middle ground deadly
a trappers delight
Pigeons take refuge
as hawks rule the skies
Hunting all charlatans
—truth in their eyes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
The physics of divinity,
atheists chide
Pews filled with charlatans,
believers on trial
Trapped in their reasoning,
with all logic stretched thin
Building walls to keep light out
—and darkness within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Comedic contortionist claims clubfeet;
consider carefully, circus clowns cheat.
Chico chipped Carson City's carved concrete
clumsily chiseling cheap cardboard containers.
Charlatans can calm capitol complainers
confounding Congressional campaigners.
July 6, 2022
To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp
The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp
They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts
Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last
(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)
The charlatans bankrupted
his checking account,
but his love was not overdrawn
Each check that he wrote,
each choice that he made,
trading ingots for righting a wrong
With credit denied
and spirit affirmed,
he continued to endorse what was real
Until bankers and lawyers
destroyed with one stroke,
his wishes—their power to steal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you
into the
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident
of birth.
Location
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed
nonsense,
brainwashed
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on?
No answers,
only
questions.
Charlatans
promise answers.
They
have none.
Confusion!
Fighting
to the
bitter end.
Wow!
Bernadette prayed,
wore straw knee pads
and
built a cathedral incarnate.
Remains of the glorified were
sun baked shingles upon her roof.
Beaded mercy chips
and
pieces of blessed palms
sewn by dainty hands;
her mausoleum.
Visionary lass -
the divine enchantress
taught you to devour
a million agonies
and
digest the callous sins
of modern day charlatans -
who foolishly attributed
your pious actions
to
telltale symptoms of
manic depression.