Short Cynic Poems
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Number 7:
CYNIC
Who can forget a liar
Or a peace maker's sigh
Who lights a burning fire
For reasons who knows why
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2014
Singapore
THE CYNIC TAKES A CHANCE AT LOVE
I pay the price for last night’s dance
Sizzled love was just a chance
But we’re both enriched
Call a cab to take me home
Or I will find a street to roam--
Another night of ditched
Not a good year for the roses
Cut price Valentine roses
languish in black buckets
heads drooping like a rejected lover
Calorific candy confectionery in boxes
covered with cardboard love hearts...
still waiting to pass ruby red lips
‘Be my Valentine cards’
now half price -
buy yours ready for next year!
2/15/19
My disregard for the cynic
was so deep, that I chose to
live life in a dream.
If I want flowers and soft nights,
I'll find them.
If I want hills and herds
of Sheep, the echo of wind
round my body, I'll go live it.
There are aspects of life
that are hell. And the hell we carry
round inside.
If I want hell, I'll make my own.
And I'll fade with it, into
soft petals of the Hawthorn.
People flocked round badly hurt Paul,
Ten minutes ago had a fall
While he was playing rough football...
And they had to a doctor call,
Then with chess players in a hall,
Loved more than the card's near a mall
"No! His treatment not in this hall,
For not being ethical at all...
Some First Aid and then my clinic...
At least, it'll save me one cynic!"
And you with a dislocation:
Get ready for relocation.
In Religion born, immortality supplication
Foolish of mind, venerate the decadent and rich
Materialism bounds purpose to subjugation
Governments intent satin stitch
Hypocrisy’s compassion
Devotion in profit
Discontent, humanity’s ration
History the incessant prophet
Contrary of law, justice
Loves whisper, illusion
Salvations road, oneness
Attainment not, forgone conclusion
Form:
LOVE WISH from a Cynic
By V Anderson-Throop
Why do we
With pens of light
In darkest night
Wish for love
Why do we
With minds so keen
And words so mean
Wish for smiles
Why do we
Who decipher
Black from white
Know day from night
Why do we speak gray
Why do we
Who pass sleepless nights
Dream dreadful frights
Still
Yearn for break of day
I am not casting stones
But My heart knows
I’m not alone
So, on life's course
on your white horse
Grab me on your way.