Best Colluded Poems
The necktie wearers, and flag pin bearers
Combing arcane smiles
With not one word out of place
Colluded to recreate
Pearl harbor's reincarnate
History's wounds slashed by new swords
A mirror of quondam contempt
Semblance of peace sat behind a podium
Truths interstice fogged
Aridity of public sentiment
Proved a deserted nature of love
Thirsty for blood of whom we know not
Patriotism painted from a teleprompter
As cobblers cleaned and mended
The boots which young feet filled
Whilst scoundrels signed a death waiver
For workers to pluck cold limbs
And prepare the fields
Where black gold geysers
Diluted the red stained, hallowed ground
Commissioned were penny whistles
And morts moaning on cue
For quarry men slouched
In the dirt, for eternal rest
Before rhetoric trumped up heroism
The azure above was clear and crisp
Til mercurial darkness was summoned
On desolations blooming row
As pinwheels kept on spinning
At the home of those who plot
Another stratagem, another canvas
To splatter blood upon
Categories:
colluded, veterans day, violence, war,
Form:
Blank verse
Hitler was a short man
His horrors committed
atrocious and despicable
with Zionists he colluded
acts of depravity, unspeakable
Netanyansky
a polish man also of horrors fame
loves his genocide like his pierogi
in the dark loves his kotlet schabowy
If they had ever met
they would kiss and rub each others neck
in love with genocide
Golda Meir on her knees for both
A threesome of perversions
rejoicing on babies death
and licking of burnt human flesh
a cult of evil, that will be in the end
A short story
when Palestine becomes free
Categories:
colluded, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Empty nest had come and gone,
Children were not yet,
The family get together
Was all adult at best.
There were no children to play.
The hostess felt the pallor,
Of nothing much to say,
She colluded with one of the men,
Sneaking with eggs away.
There were no children to play.
After the ham and fixin’s,
All were invited to ice cream,
But there was a big surprise!
Hunting eggs was the theme.
There were no children to play.
They laughed and broke many shells,
Even ate a boiled egg or two,
Sat down then for a glass of wine,
Showing eggs they gathered--a few.
There were many old children that played.
Categories:
colluded, easter, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
(alternately known as the Doubting Thomas Crown
Taj Mahal Cupid Affair)
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fortunate (for me) thee bona fide "FAKE" Cupid
(aka Decoy Donald Duck
and side kickstarter Jay Rad,
colluded donning one alias,
which (former and latter)
amounted tube bing disguised incognito
as the cingular "Ivan Ha Bea Robber Baron),"
while same above placed
their System Of A Down on high alert
whereby, they unwittingly, fortunately,
and accidentally discerned disquieting "noise"
i.e. static electronic crackling
purportedly from nemesis, asper sans above
whereby broadcasters colluded
confusingly, congruously, and convincingly
as thee infamous digital (duplicity)
faux "Big Mac" Trump.
The chalkboard scratching, hair sprayed bouffant,
and knuckle crackling
appeared tubby the handiwork cleverly disguised
(as tinpot dictator antics of Moscow's version,
sans Putin on the ritz),
which decrypted garble (a fluke) as iterated above
strongly emanating via polygamous,
prestigious, and pseudonymous
pull no punches ploy
innocently convincing feigned
duo code named "Ashley Madison and Bert"
disclosing (when uncovered),
a heartless conspiracy in concert
with Sesame Street studded lesser known Muppets
pretending tubby oil tycoon Bedouins
intent to fleece "sensitive"
top secret military defense contracts,
which Russian motley crue ace double agents
intended this act of espionage thence sabotage
feted as a Black Sabbath Lupercalia feint
not for the faint hearted clubby fete
where Cupid given free rule of the roost
allowing, enabling and proffering
Cyrillic chattering Cherubim
hook cooked United States "figurative goose"
lock, stock and barrel, which stratagem
captured president unawares
and did significantly boost
Eastern Bloc reconnaissance (on par
with the Philadelphia Eagles
winning 2018 Super Bowl LII
which surprise clenching championship
wrought frenzied hoopla, gala, and bacchanalia
where barenaked ladies
cavorted nsync with beastie boys,
whence City of Brotherly love hoopla found
nearly every man, woman and child soused
(analogous to each person garnering
an early Sainted Patrick's pot of gold.
Categories:
colluded, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
A large Turtle sits on a beach watching the light reflecting off the sea
This Turtle swims in the ocean and sometimes he stops to eat
Slowly he goes about his business with no great questions or answers to complete
He is at peace with the world and the world has no conclusions to possibly reach
He is however part of this world in which a turtle could not possibly answer to be impeached
Yet no accountability is any defence in a court of law to find a person guilty or breach
But again and again in my mind Mutant Ninja Turtles contradict this idealistic beseech
I want to be sure that in no way shape or form a Turtle could be colluded into becoming a member of an Italian Mutant Ninja Turtle group on a beach.
Categories:
colluded, art,
Form:
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
Categories:
colluded, creation, dark, desire, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Hate crimes are never faked!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Believe every woman every time.
…not, that’s wrong.
The polar bears are dying!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Cops shoot people ’cause they’re racist.
…nope, that’s wrong.
White people are all Nais!
…nope, that’s wrong.
Centrists are all Nazis!
…nope, that’s wrong.
The Internet is all Nazis!
….no, they’re just your competition.
We must censor what’s hateful!
…nope, that’s wrong.
We must shape the narrative.
…that’s really wrong.
Well, uh, the president’s a racist!
…nope, that’s wrong.
He colluded with Russians!
…nope, that’s wrong.
And we reported it honestly.
…nope, that’s wrong.
Well, uhm, he colluded with Bangladesh!
…are you high right now?
Well, we’re sure he rapes puppies!
…stop projecting.
We are objective observers.
…nope, that’s wrong.
With layers of fact-checkers.
…who still get I wrong.
We speak truth to power.
…nope, that’s wrong.
You couldn’t function without us.
…nope, that’s wrong.
We protect Democracy—hey! Stop laughing!
…I can’t!
Well screw you! We’ll always be here!
…kind of like Herpes.
Categories:
colluded, corruption, culture, how i
Form:
That distant bend where we first met
eyes played games and changed to stars
hearts rocked hard to be let out of the cages
skin ignited sparks that could consume a forest
warmth that could melt primitive glaciers
visions of love, flowers and paradise seemed distant
but we shot straight to achieve and live in them
Night after night, year after year
you sleep beside me sunken deep into the pillow
still I can’t reach out my palm to touch your hair
the rough tumble of life
the personality quirks, familiarity, habits
and the need for individual space
colluded to deepen the chasm that came from nowhere
sorcerer time did cast a spell on our love
doused our once incandescent flame
withered the bleeding red rose
Wish we could once again be distant strangers and
set fire ablaze with glances fanned by electric touches!
But guess we are destined to live and grow distant together.
Written on 06/11/2016
Categories:
colluded, desire, destiny, sad,
Form:
Free verse
A thesis, ascertained through abrasions of
decubitus ulcerations of existences austerity.
The colluded effect of unbeknownst
certainty.
Preluding the path of non precluding.
Additioned to the implausibility of unintended
effect.
Multiplied by the multiplicity of ignorant
ignorance.
Divided by the hidden figures of plausible
deniability.
Equaling the copiousness of insurrection
and egalitarianism.
Categories:
colluded, change, community, history, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
Categories:
colluded, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Walking this path.
Once populous,
Now desolate
Ambushed!
An unspeakable ambush
Now you're travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing!
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs are colluded
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts
Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked
So to the foxhole, you are forced to go
To and Fro
Head on a swivel
Countering an enemy attack
Feeble
So feeble
So, you ponder
As you wonder
"How did I get here to this fight of my life?"
So much malevolence and deep-seated strife
Big bombs of theft, lies, evil eyes, deceit, hate, competition, gaslighting, gang stalking, ghosting, defamation, gossip, and envy
Raining.....
Storming.......
Just raining down on your parade
Sleepless nights and wet pillows
A dark cloud of weariness and despondency billows
So cold, dark, and alone in this foxhole
Severe demonic attacks on the spirit and soul
Still feeble.....
Bewildered and out of sorts
So, you radio your commander for direction
All around cacophonic bombs still blasting
So much, but you're still praying and fasting
--- PAUSE (take breaths) ---
Then the commander speaks:
"Sit still, my faithful warrior. You are not alone.
Refuge and sweet fruits are here from all the humility,
patience and faith you've sewn."
"I'm bringing you rest, peace, health, strength, light,
clarity, and an abundance of a lifetime.
So remain still, my faithful warrior. This battle is mine."
Categories:
colluded, betrayal, conflict, corruption, dark,
Form:
Free verse
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation
nsync with baby boom.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
yours truly haint got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish -
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
Categories:
colluded, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
~~~~Let's Go Oakland!~~~
Beat the Tampa Bay Rays!
50,000 fans heading your way to watch you play,
In this very exciting Wild Card Game.
There will be no hearings as to who won the game,
Nor, if Russia colluded to put you to shame!
That's what I like about sports, it is win or lose!!
And~honey! Three strikes and you're out....
There is no sour-puss losing,
The winning is clear and that is the end!
Champions know how to accept a win or a defeat.
Losers love the word, "cheat."
October 2, 2019
Categories:
colluded, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang
back into the womb
versus being threatened
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp
after accurately discerning
being scared less pang
suddenly imagining myself
buffered, and buttressed
within zen Sibyl
prophet table Chinese philosophy
known as Yin and Yang.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
Categories:
colluded, adventure, appreciation, color, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
All things good and va-a-aluable,
all progress great and small,
all folks small and ma-a-alleable,
the Dark Lord ate them all.
Defied the constitu-u-ution
launched media attacks,
abated persecu-u-ution,
of Mexicans and Blacks.
Colluded with the Ru-u-ussians,
told 15,000 lies,
shrugged off the repercu-u-ussions,
discredited his spies.
Caused economic ru-u-uin,
impeded world trade.
’Twas all the Dark Lord’s do-o-oin’
and hence — this here tirade.
Who paid off shady la-a-adies
and claimed he knew them not?
He’ll rot for this in Ha-a-ades
and lose the wealth he’s got.
Who tried to pressure Co-o-omey
till Comey blew the lid?
Made Alex Jones his ho-o-omey?
The Lord of Darkness did!
Discarded Kurdish re-e-ebels —
that bloated, thievish leech! —
as if they were just pe-e-ebbles
on Mar-a-Lago’s beach.
I could go on fore-e-ever
with my remarks so snide.
I’ll call it quits, howe-e-ever.
Let history decide.
NB. To the tune of the hymn "All Things Bright and Beautiful" (1848)
Categories:
colluded, humor, humorous, political, satire,
Form:
Rhyme