Short Pretext Poems
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The present prince of Prussia prances proudly
With preaching priests, while prattling proles suppress
The primal pressure to prank the pretext
Of proper praise for the precious primate.
lost love all sorts
motivates not
any good reports
move cold to hot
such own sigh wish
gone now eye next
one here blue dish
without pretext
ready confess
real life unfold
death not success
ends life untold
Why is it that 'All's fair in love or war?'
Because war is hell and love's a whore?
Well, there are rules in hell
Just ask the devil
And a whore's heart's made of gold
She's on the level
So 'All's Fair' may be just a pretext
~ For a combatant who's oversexed
Sam,
A man,
A good man
Is now tainted
We judge by the shallow sketches painted;
In the crimson, pallid, and cobalt dream,
The devil scheme,
A mean plan.
God bless …
Sam
Male,
A sex,
A pretext.
Man is a lie.
Behind closed doors great heroes often cry.
Beware of the scribes
Who like to go around in long robes and accept greetings in the marketplaces
Seats of honor in synagogues
places of honor at banquets
They devour the houses of widows and
As a pretext
Recite lengthy prayers
They will receive a very severe condemnation [Taken from MK 12:38-40]
A generation seeks to build and create metal machinery electricity krytrons to make this globe go round expanding like a virus that knows no cure stupid boxes couch potatoes
Clickers information out of context
Drama at a pretext style to mock
What's cool and what is not
What use to simmer is now a crock pot
Let winter come...!
But let's It just come
as a pretext...
that my love
wraps around me
in a tight hug, absolute
tight...
That winter proposes
all the heat we expect...
let it be less winter
and further spring...
This is what I recommend
to winter...!
Yearning for golden days of yore-
Obstinate, omniscient,
Unruly, unabashed, and lost -
Traded for worthwhile wisdom, at a cost-
Happy-go-lucky golden days of yore.
Finding harsh trade-off foolish and unwise
Under a false pretext -
Life’s full of compromise!
December 1, 2020
Modern age
the scientific digital age
people full of varied interests
opposite views
strive
malcontent
force in pretext of economists
clothed in diplomacy
while a lid is kept on hell
while hell is very much alive
then people vote their hero in
with idiosyncrasy he opens the lid of hell
then hell is reborn
into doom and pain never to mention
Sun rises in the east
and on it repeats.
Sets in the west
without pretext.
Within strands of life
served cold, or delight.
Love, war, and strain
no need to explain.
Young, strong, yet bold
worn, weak, aged old.
Through time's twisting churn
we are destined to return.
From where we began
so shall we end.
As Ashes,
In the wind.
get the cure
be always sure
what happens next
solve all pretext
problems are many
look never tiny
history or sociology
knowledge is methodology
knowledge is power
meant for shower
problem and knowledge
things to acknowledge
problem of communication
knowledge without inhibition
if problem intricate
attention paid adequate
Lets pretend we are friends
Lets pretend you live in me
But remember we are two different entities
Who fool each other in the name of love
But then,
Lets just pretend
Perhaps the universe was projected out of pretext
Lets amaze each other with delicate touch
Hold hands together
And project a make-belief smile
And watch the universe disappearing
Lets just pretend
awoh awoh
Form:
I give you reason to breathe
not a pretext to seethe
I give you what to point toward
not an excuse to be bored
I give your spirit room to come alive
not an alibi for another nosedive
Without me life's a steep uphill climb
With me you're on top in no time
I am the straw that stirs the drink
I am the pen that holds the ink
~ I am Hope
Take a call and bring
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.
Are you going to redeem
for the lost empire ?
A musk deer will start
the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.
Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.
It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.
Satish Verma
I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont of North Carolina with gusts exceeding 100mph. I really wanted to see that eye. On the pretext of needing to check my weather station, I waited for the wind to stop howling and rushed out the back door.
In the stillness my eyes were drawn upward.
so still
the weeping willow
straightens
First published in Contemporary Haibun Online.
attitude
detached
behaviour
a maze
of
oddities
to
outwardly
explore
varied
veristic
feelings
translate
as
phenomena
dispassionate
pretext
undeserved
undeniable
in
existential
reality
a potential
to
cloak
instability
nonchalantly
exaggerate
&
marginalise
figuration
with
a sense
of
universal
perspective
Sometimes, people suffer
From the mistake decisions of other
Much worsen if it's the errors of leader.
Oftentimes, people mistake
In choosing their leaders is a pretext
That something is going wrong to expect.
Moreover, leaders come and go
Government remains executing law
For people who believe progress will show.
However, lover's for freedom
Should keep warning for a damn
So we can be aware that change is a humdrum.
COPLA 76 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Is the authoritarian set up
Also the Confucian Heaven:
Prince on people
Can the rogue State cushion blow up
Under the pretext it’s Yang’s Tian:
Good Guys grumble
If the Earth sinks Heaven’ll break loose
If Tian rises through sinking Earth:
World is at peace
Can Confucian States Bad Guys disguise
Be made to hound the Good Guys’ worth
And still save face
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Write me with full meaning not incomplete,
Do not put me on the door of meaning
Then under the pretext explainers..
Raises a whirlwind of criticism.
Do not crowned me by poems,
Then by letters tighten me to the bed of thoughts.
Do not extracted sweet talk from my lips,
Nor liquefied musk from my neck,
Do not mobilize armies of language in my ground,
Nor warble your poems,
My doors are closed, wrapped in silence
You are too close to letters
Too distant from heart.
Under the pretext of care
a real care takes place,
and the worries are over
at least until the next morning
with its muted white light
but what an advantage, dear
you are at home
the winds and rains are outside -
sometimes it’s important to notice
but later, maybe the same evening
it doesn’t matter
because the night creeps in
as it usually does, all of sudden
and like in the old movies
the sign” the end” appears
in the damp air
over the darkened foliage.
Are we sacred souls
who shed our flimsy flesh
like slimy serpents
shed their skin?
Be observant,
but show no chagrin,
for in learning life’s lessons
we lessen our scars in the next.
It’s the game master’s pretext,
yet a disaster for those
who guard their granite heart
as if, by giving love away,
they might have less.
Perhaps it is best,
to toss love about in tenfold,
for souls only glimmer,
when they reflect light.
But it is dark inside now.
So…alas …
Goodnight.
A passing tram
and people
on Sunday morning walks
provide the pretext
of direction and give
a vague, comforting hope
that movement
has a purpose.
But the hard stuff
has a fuzzy core.
A ghostly roulette wheel
of what could be
makes the morning
ride the vagaries
of a spinning ball.
Yet all is anchored,
somehow,
to this lovely illusion
of a cafe table
on which there is
an arrangement
of perfumed flowers,
two cups of coffee,
two warm croissants
and you and me.