Short Fakery Poems
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I don’t like much poetry,
as I dislike most modern art,
there is too much fakery, even here,
in these paltry words, the effort
not living up to standards
I set for myself and others, unfairly,
but still bothersome.
Fake jewelry fake tree, fake fur, a fun-filled faker’s life
Artificial flowery fakery, fake man, fake wife.
Fake you, fake me, fake compliments, fake boobs they surely be,
Unknown feelings, hidden. Fake you, can you see fake you and fake me?
The Deep fake era is upon us
?Every thing is fake these days?Everything is a fraud ?Prepare for the deep fake world
Fakery, fraud, and falsehoods abound
All artfully done
Killing the last shred of human decency left
Everything is a deep fake
these days
I can be a wretched fake, in private, intimate performance.
I’m an actress capable of imitating spontaneous pleasure -
by tricks of hesitation, convulsive vocal play and postures.
A mimicry undetectable to an immediate spectator.
Aww, thank you, I’ll sigh, as if leaving a good party.
“I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” I’ll add, a minute later.
To clear the stage.
In a gold miner’s camp shiny pyrite
Showing a metallic excellence
Prettier than the real thing
Oohs and ahhs are all around
Pyrite shared happily
Revealed at last
Losing her lore
Fakery
Untrue
Gold
Lone
Pyrite
Angel’s rock
Optimism
Exuding with hope
Has her own properties
Miner’s camp comes back to life
A gorgeous stone is this pyrite?
Appreciated for herself now
Compared to no other rock or metal
I am not here to impress you
Even though your eyes you undress
No adornments or fakery
For nature has blessed me
With strong heart , clear thoughts
Walking with stealth
Even though you may detest me.
I am a force of nature
No one can test me
I am secure in my love
Even though you detest me
Nor your fake smiles
Silent whispers, cunning plans
Can unrest to me,
Now that I declared myself
Will you bless me?
out of nowhere
awaits shaded,
visions, for those
with fairish perception,
purged of fakery and
symbolic falsehoods.
my chapters in
history tout no
shadows but my own
even my jaded version
a bronzed patina.
more comforting times
than present express
stanzas of times in
seasons –
times to embrace
times for refrain
times to purpose
peace as we stand
on the edge of time
turn, turn, turn
affective
as reality wanes in the face of artifice
none can ever prove any claimed origin
neurons gently touching can never suspect
that what is felt will be the same as is seen
yet such challenge remains the last hope
when there is a purpose behind fakery
whatever the message, emotion is there
that can’t be ignored or easily dismissed
there may be design at work with metaphor
but the words will persist beyond memory
and still shall affect the heart as well as brain