back door breeze.
relief from sophistry.
sounds of ink
dipping into darkness.
I see moonbows,
or I’d like to; believe
in wings of brightness,
breath of sweet season.
quicksand takes my breath.
soothing tunes of velvet
like romantic violins
reel me in; I need briskness -
a cold blast. I need leaves
to relieve my melancholia.
don’t refuse me the hues
of Autumn, a drift of falling.
Categories:
sophistry, seasons,
Form: Free verse
sophistry blends with artistry
woos the languid lover
afterward, ‘pon reentry
devilish charms uncovered
Categories:
sophistry, judgement, love, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Imagine getting sick of thinking what if.
Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself.
Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan.
Selah.
You work toward your goal vehemently.
And that plan you can always modify,
but from it you never relent.
Selah.
God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice
Until our metaphysics lit up.
He made us in his image and to Him limits are nothing but devilish gimmicks.
Alas, then why would you ever accept such sophistry as limits?
Selah.
Imagine what you would have.
Imagine where you could be.
But most importantly, imagine who you would become.
Selah
Categories:
sophistry, adventure, allah, anxiety, change,
Form: Free verse
Alas! You dark, grotesque, vile servant of Lucifer, the antithesis of the morning star.
Once again, you have sought me out and endeavored to siphon my light at the end of my tunnel.
In the past, you may have thwarted my desires, cast me into purgatory,
and whispered sophistry in the crevices of my mind.
But NOW your machinations are no threat to me. What once was a callow mind has turned into growth over time.
I have learned to see where there is no light, how to climb where there is no ladder.
So do your best, you nocturnal fiend. Your reign is over; you no longer have influence over me.
Now I know, good times and bad times are like tides that ebb and flow.
So traverse the realms to shroud my days in night.
I will say to thee, “Hello, my old friend. Do your worst, because God has bestowed upon me my own personal light, and I walk by it habitually every day and night.”
Categories:
sophistry, allegory, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
IV.
It used to be expected that
you not care about race,
just treat all people like people,
things were better that way.
But that posed a problem for some,
most of them on the left,
without these victim narratives
people would not elect
them into positions of power,
and that they could not stand,
to lose power when addicted
destroys a venal man.
So they go to all their cronies,
media, academics,
have them gin up some sophistry,
cover for their bullsh-t,
start screaming your identity
is all tied to your skin,
call it ‘critical race theory,’
while I just call it sin.
Teach kids that this is what makes them,
get them to parrot the rage,
what we should expect from a party
that fought a war to keep slaves?
That’s how much they want their office,
built segregation anew,
see the evil and don’t forget
What was taken from you.
Categories:
sophistry, america, culture, evil, loss,
Form: Rhyme
THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
Categories:
sophistry, age, change, character, emotions,
Form: Monorhyme
within body urn
holding soul’s light firm
sans thought sophistry
is our artistry
09-January-2022
Categories:
sophistry, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
His sophistry made sense to the hillbillies who were listening
They ran out and told it as if it was gospel
Because to them, it was
They had no idea he was a conman.
They thought he was an honest man,
but alas, they were tricked by his tomfoolery.
Categories:
sophistry, political,
Form: Free verse
Victory neared but I had all but given up
Memory had slowly begun to abandon me,
Ivory towers no longer satisfied my needs
Trajectory found me kneeling on bended knee.
History had not been particularly kind to me
Contradictory rumors cast blots on my life,
Sophistry invaded my one sphere of influence
Inquiry uncovered even more lethal strife.
Valedictory seemed my only acceptable release
Predatory enemies jealously sought my fame,
Mystery surrounded my plethora of concerns
Maledictory insults eventually destroyed my name.
written January 31, 2022
Categories:
sophistry, fantasy, irony, jealousy,
Form: Lento
A caveman is a slave man to his physicality
He lacks the common courage of a kind philosophy
His calling isn’t running for a newfound sophistry
And yet he won’t be gunning for a new maturity
His progress is reflective in a procreative spree
A gene that is selective in the course of history
The purpose of our pleasure is a practicality
The promise of a treasure in our own posterity
The patience of persistence is our new proclivity
To plunder our existence for a primal urgency
The peace of our resistance is a tasteful harmony
The increase of insistence on our true nobility
Our notion of devotion is an oath of honesty
The bedrock of emotion for a new civility
The trouble with promotion is a lack of clarity
The rumble of commotion in a caveman family
The human is a calling to be all that you can be
The spirit of adventure with the pride of dignity
The path is no vocation to a man of charity
The humble invocation of a new trajectory.
Categories:
sophistry, deep, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
a strange sort of flow
comes with thoughts of long ago
spews a welcome glow
nostalgia may just soothe
when mixed with lies and half-truths
Hitler and his ilk
less troublesome than spilled milk
like Wendell Wilkes
slavery a slight bother
endorsed by founding fathers
a happy nation
few trials or tribulations
add more misinformation
ignore racial injustice
force the children to trust us
all Greenwood flattened
pretend it never happened
let's not be saddened
forget all those starved and bruised
that story is over used
no big mystery
we’ll sugar coat history
practice sophistry
let's deny the Holocaust
past transgressions should be lost
need new set of rules
ensure what is taught in school
makes nation look good
our kids do not need to know
repeating the past brings woe
Categories:
sophistry, confusion, history, perspective, political,
Form: Tanka
AS, the fog embrace the spectacular peaks,
It wraps the landscape gently with
snowy white veil,
When fog drifts slowly it makes
sturdy trees shiver,
Even the crisp Nature quiver,
Lucid water bead design a needle ocean
on slender pine leaves,
A sort of sophistry beauty
foggy dew weaves,
When the gloosy summit swim
into the alpenglow,
Panoramic view with fog
oh! What a splendid feast for eyes
Categories:
sophistry, 6th grade, fantasy, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I will dust your body dripping with fruitful pollen
from golden buttered sunflowers tall and towering
painting the sky filled with choirs of yellow canaries
so I may fill your shoes with happiness
From: Vows Beneath the Moon
April 26, 2021
September 26, 2021
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Categories:
sophistry, addiction, drug, hyperbole, sensual,
Form: Free verse
The isle beguiles as it floats, near-distant
on smooth sea miles, that invite a look-see
Rising serene, it draws the innocent ~
The glassy calm’s ultimate sophistry
underlying treacherous depths that grasp
Gushing light, colors, and dark mystery ~
another farer sighs an abyssal gasp
8/21/21 –
Categories:
sophistry, ocean,
Form: Terza Rima
History 101
By: Tom
1/25/2021
We cannot reach into our past, and alter any acts,
Many, demanding this change, are attempting sophistry.
They make it more palatable, by distorting the facts,
but It is what it is, and good or bad, it’s History.
Categories:
sophistry, history,
Form: Rhyme
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