Watch as they don't

even dither before

they silver

the thirty pieces

they'll barter

for a sliver

of posterity, 


their souls 

with such dexterity,

to be followed, 

of course, if caught, 

by some parody

of penitence, as they

take up residence

in the pantheon

of hypocrisy,

where all impulses

Pharisaic and prosaic

always reign, and

the ceaseless echo

is that of a

serpent's soliloquy, 

such a frequency 

of failure to atone

perceived by susceptible

ears alone...

◄ Tick-tock...

Dream-woven ►


Holden Moncrieff

Sat 11th Mar 2023 00:56

Σ' ευχαριστώ πολύ, Neil! 😊

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Neil Fawcett

Fri 10th Mar 2023 20:21

Μου αρέσει πόλο!

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Neil Fawcett

Fri 10th Mar 2023 20:21

Μου αρέσει!

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 9th Mar 2023 15:49

Thank you so much, Keith and Uilleam, for your truly thoughtful comments, they are greatly appreciated! 😊

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 9th Mar 2023 15:02

Ah yes, the Scribes and Pharisees.

"For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on men’s shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers."

Matthew 23:4
New King James Version.

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keith jeffries

Thu 9th Mar 2023 09:30

A poem which conjures up some powerful images. I was particularly drawn to " where all impulses Pharisaic and prosaic always reign" and "that of a serpent's soliloquy". "A Pantheon of hypocrisy, aroused images of that ancient temple now absurdly a Christian church which is so full of contradictions. This poem is very well written but having visited the pantheon on several occasions it makes that venue a very appropriate place for what the poem describes.
Thank you for this

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