I’m tired of the teeter-totter polemics
that pass for profundity.
I’m tired of the see-saw tug of war,
the streaming regurgitation on every channel.
Yes, I’m weary of the predictable posturing,
the vapid, barren landscapes of the oligarchy.
I am groggy in the dull fog of capitalist pretense,
the plutocratic hubris sold by carnival barkers.
I am worn down by the endless banal chatter,
the mindless daily clutter flooding all our
electronic screens, all our senses.
Scientists in a million years will
try to decipher our primitive etchings.
Our digital scribble will remain.
Will they recognize our AI ventriloquism?
Will they distinguish us from chimpanzees?
I don’t have answers in my advancing years.
I’ll find cozy books and trees instead,
while we still have them.
Say hello to my little friend!
I sit them on my lap.
The stage is ours for us to lend
Towards you as you clap.
Following this brief applause,
My friend and I converse.
Much difference between our jaws
And dialogue disperse.
Normal as I speak my lines
In verbal application.
As my friend talks, there are signs
Of voice exaggeration.
The words are mine - as they unwind,
My lips almost in seal.
This procedure, you will find
Is there for your appeal.
Any movement from my friend
Is simply improvised
By my hand in styled trend...
Pre-planned and devised.
Our purpose is to entertain
For more applause there after...
Aiming to avoid disdain
And to promote your laughter.
SHALL I JUST TAKE A WALK AROUND THE SUN?
Shall I just take a walk around the sun?
Though, this is hard and demanding yet, copacetic,
Rough, tough and full of thorns, a trip or son,
As the harmattan wrestles with the sand in mystic,
And sometime too hot the eyes of the rays,
For everything cold was burnt from coal and heat,
And often dark from dark; as it pryingly pays,
For not all who wander are lost, by chance, the treat;
But in enmity of eternity shall we wrinkle,
Like the Swan in the Arabian swoop, in travesty,
For the sun can be a frenetic foe you tackle,
The gumption to dine in the zenith of thirsty,
A nude that shamelessly assault my consigliere,
So long lives this, and the ventriloquism of her lingerie!
SHALL I JUST TAKE A WALK AROUND THE SUN?
Shall I just take a walk around the sun?
Though, this is hard and demanding yet, copacetic,
Rough, tough and full of thorns, a trip or son,
As the harmattan wrestles with the sand in mystic,
And sometime too hot the eyes of the rays,
For everything cold was burnt from coal and heat,
And often dark from dark; as it pryingly pays,
For not all who wander are lost, by chance, the treat;
But in enmity of eternity shall we wrinkle,
Like the Swan in the Arabian swoop, in travesty,
For the sun can be a frenetic foe you tackle,
The gumption to dine in the zenith of thirsty,
A nude that shamelessly assault my consigliere,
So long lives this, and the ventriloquism of her lingerie!
My art on the tomb walls
Ventriloquism for the bored and the dying
Coffins nailed to this pale stricken plot
The blink blink wink of a bleeding heart
For all the world to see.
Ventriloquists like
virtuoso uninformed
dummy mimicry
What a spectacle to watch
professional ventriloquists at play
their dolls cute and adorable
with spunky personalities galore
I just would never dream
of ever being so rude
as to ask them to part
with their amazing secrets
‘Tis a spectacle indeed to watch
professional ventriloquists at play
their dolls ever so adorable
and spunky personalities galore
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
I dreamed gigantic black oily night crawlers -- three and six feet long -- were squeezing upward through the floorboards of our house.
Last night I dreamed ventriloquist dummies could run for Congress.
I dreamed I sat on the edge of the bed and folded myself like a tesseract.
I dreamed I had dinner with Elijah. It was a blissful dream, even though all we had was dried fish.
I dreamed I was deliriously happy and filled with light. I woke up in the dark.
Baby can you put the time in to listen to what i have to say?
Can you do me this one solid and ill speak no more?
No longer will my life be defined by a schedule, no longer will your thoughts ventriloquism my tounge!
Birds flock but EAGLES SOAR!
Five to many wishful chances..... Im done.
Listen
Im tired of starring, talking, and listening to these painted walls.
They constantly answer me back with agony, despair, and pain.
Im taking back who I am!
For you amongst my cheeks it shall neva eva again rain.
Listen
I gave you the motions of a able clock but you chose to acknowledge me once maybe twice at years glance.
Broken!
Baby witness my stance....
UNBREAKABLE!
Listen
My bags were packed when i fell for you and now my heart flies 1st class.
Here's a gift to deal with my birth...........
My old mask!
Money, it's not really evil
it's the greed that chases it
it's just a tool, the poor fool who races after it.
Sex, that's not a sin
don't look out, ask the voice within
You shouldn't repress, else you end up depressed.
Internet, the newest 'evil' proclaimed
for so many things is it blamed
but it's how it's used, innumerable ways to be abused.
God, with man's ventriloquism
caused Shaman be met with skepticism
and false word was spread, fear and all consuming dread.
Hatred, now that's a crime
seen it before, time after time
the chaos to inflict, fanning flames til they lick.
So it's not the 'tools' we use to aid our life
's responsible for all the strife
it's how we treat one another, stranger to wife
every relation should be improved, there's no need to be quite so rude!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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