Pristine designs hide reality's scars.
Some adore the sleek beauty of sports cars,
Gucci's contrived, customised luxuries,
Or anything that fuels their fantasies.
Some like to imbibe the microwaved air
Of malls and forget about mortal cares.
Some prefer to browse items online,
In the hope of finding, something sublime.
Some like to dine in fancy restaurants,
That are embellished by, fake plastic plants.
Whilst others, shop for fine Mulberry bags
In cathedrals of commerce. Yet nothing lasts,
In consumer driven societies;
Where everyone believes that they are free.
Many fear the shrieking of nothingness,
In a crude world, that has ceased to be blessed.
Still, fleeting dreams can be actualised,
If one has the money. And those who prize
The hollow idol's golden eyes are you
And I. Illusions often merge with truths.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2026 01:12
- Category: Sociopolitical
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange
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A fine write D.
Thanks...much appreciated! I had a lot of trouble earlier trying to access this site...so slow...anyway when I tried to publish it ...kept timing out. I''m afraid if this continues, I will have to stop sending them...so many technical glitches. I hate having my time wasted. Anyway, I've been regularly contributing to another site for over a year and it's incredibly accessible and so easy to use. I guess I'll give this site another go tomorrow, but I never hang around very long if things are not set up to my liking...I guess that's why I work for myself...ha-ha! I'm editing this again because backslashes keep showing up for no apparent reason...aargh!
Oh, the MPS Server was 'out' or something. Others couldn't get in either - nor me. Doh!
It is the poetic wording of images and metaphor that adorn this pet peeve of mine about the glitter of modern society that gets the fave on this one. Very nicely crafted in such a smooth plastic version so fitting for the subject matter. Well done
I watched a programme about Andy Warhol last night and I like the way his Pop Art critiques consumer society, whilst seemingly celebrating it at the same time. It's like the post- modernism of Las Vegas which both attracts and repulses.
It is the ambivalence here that makes one think and realize the absurdities that otherwise lie hidden.
Dominic, this is sharp and deeply reflective. The consumer imagery builds like a slow indictment, but the real punch comes when you turn the mirror back on all of us. “And I” lands with brutal honesty. Thoughtful, restrained, and very effective. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan. I really appreciate your perceptive comments. Yes, I guess we're all complicit in maintaining this consumerist society and I immediately thought of myself and my part in it.
You are most welcome, Dominic. And yes…that’s humility. You and me both.
Many poets are observant by nature, and that observation often starts inward before moving outward. Other times it begins outward and still finds its way back inside. Either way, the poem becomes the aftermath of that reckoning. Anywho, you are most welcome, my friend.
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