Short Purveyor Poems
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a purveyor of pretend promises
duplicitous diatribe
fountains of false forecasts
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April 22nd 2017
Victim of passion,
purveyor of lies
Betrayer of talent,
bending the I
Captive obsession,
perspective now gone
Fear self-indicts
—when right turns to wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
A peerless purveyor
pared pears on a pier.
Pierre, his au pair,
peered on, it appears.
Not payers, both players
prayed pious petitions;
For the nonce, no pence brought,
naught came to fruition.
gilded servant
hyperbolic purveyor
sculpting truth
liberal spender
filthy lucre
licentious gain
promoting freedom
curtailing liberties
accruing power
crafting bills
self-serving pork instills
bankrupts nation's till
Springs on set comes out to play
her gourmet of vibrancy on display
such grace and beauty she portrays
her interplay of wordless beauty
warms our hearts on our passing way's
eye art of eloquence, flowering purveyor of peace for our day's.
No prisoner of faith was he
No member of religious ties
No hypocrite for all to see
No purveyor of ancient lies
No prayers spouted forth day by day
No sheep to be branded a fool
No collector of tithes to pay
No credo but the golden rule
Long before he donned the garb of terror
in his twisted mind, ‘no error’
He lay in swaddling clothes in his loving mother’s arms
a purveyor of charm ~ tender ~ incapable of harm
Striking colors of bloom
all consuming flowers of beauty are out on display
Mother Nature wordless world of interplay
what warm affection you hear her say in your day's passageway
Her glorious world of eye art of elegance and eloquence
flowering purveyor of love, peace for all your day's
And the praying mantis is baying
for an excursion to sunnier chimes
The Sun goes down
bored casting shadows
Have you heard this one?
obscene said the Minister for good taste.
And the Moon wishes it was somewhere else
as our sprawling vows break up
like the crumbling of rocks
Fortitude dear one
said the purveyor
never to raise again
Negativity Horn Haiku
"A proclivity
For much negativity;
Need civility."
James Thomas Horn
Purveyor of Philosophy
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Interpretation ?
Or
Revelation ?
Let me be the judge
It's me selling this story
I embody the power and the glory
This is my show
I alone know
Don't you know
This is my pulpit
This is my version of the book
I am a Lion
Hear me roar
Place your faith in me
God has entrusted me
I am the purveyor of all I see
This is what I studied to be
The pious of the masses
With rose tinted glasses
ensnared I submitted to prayer
impaired, tho I shared
unfair to the slayer
I had my faith
That allows me grace
In placed I played solitaire with the soothsayer
My choice, my voice…
Get thee behind me Satan
You naysayer, purveyor I shall not entertain your questionnaire;
For whether on my knees, laying down or standing (I forswear )
I shall ALWAYS be in PRAYER
10/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Mind tormented with stresses of the day.
Misled truths and thoughts in disarray.
A purveyor of lies, they are to me.
Unfairly treated, their so-called bribery.
Against a wall, repeatedly my head pounds.
Nothing is played out right, revenge on rebound.
Just let me go to collect my dignity.
Your fibs just keep adding up the ante.
I am spent and somber, from your wrong dealings.
Please just let me go from your mental beatings.
Often people ask me
What it is I do
Poet of the times
Purveyor of the truth
Peeling back the onion skin
Carving at the rhyme
Pouring drinks of imagery
Squeezing out the line
Taking out the sickle
Knocking down the weeds
Till I uncover the beauty of
Hidden treasures underneath
Often people ask me
What it is I see
In the ink of illusion
Known as poetry
I say the line of work I'm in
Suits this poet fine
Where so often I catch myself
Working overtime
An unavoidable state is the disorder
of entropy
Cosmic matter is hurtling there with
unseemly velocity
All heavenly bodies seen in the galaxy
Have a date with entropy historically
Entropy is working even for you
When the mirror confirms lines more
than a few
Entropy has a place for each cosmic
speck
The horse called Gravity is the purveyor
on the trek
In time all will be tossed in a black hole,
atoms to rearrange
Where endless recycling begins
into another Big Bang