Best Con Poems
The mischievous Sandman runs a con game each night
After all the youngsters are safely tucked away
He dances into my room like an elfin sprite
He seizes my hand, tries to lure me outside to play
Then he’s bored on my shoulder at the computer
Threatens to throw pixie dust into sleepy eyes
Quells my muse like a discourteous intruder
I’ve attempted to handle him with a compromise
Just let my muse roam free for a couple of hours
For at this time of night, fantasies flow smoothly
But he feels the need to boast of superpowers
And when I ask for time, he glares gloomily
It’s three in the morning and I should be asleep
This nightly visitor has grown to be a pest
Distaste continues to grow for this pesky creep
And the sandman scowls when I say, “Give it a rest!”
*Entry for Deb’s Fantasy Land Contest
April 29, 2011
Your style is unique
Each word very sleek
The poems never meek
Yet no bad critique
Humorous mystique
You never misspeak
Such lovely technique
All your rhyme so chic
Always tongue in cheek
Poetic batik
You kid me not Jan Allison You are a poetess of sublime rhyme. And are the smile and mirth of PS. Bless you.
A riposte to Jan's poem "I HUMOUR ICON - ICON YOU THAT I'M A POET"
~Written 15/04/2015~
Shane
The Wailing Wall is standing tall
So men may bang their head and bawl
But burka girls
Must hide their curls
So no one can see their tears fall
Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.
Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through to bone,
clenching chattering teeth,
and breath blown
on mittened hands.
Shine of sun to deceive
beckons one out of doors
brain has an idea of sun
that roars
away outside
caught in bitter's bite.
Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar,
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba.
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente,
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire.
Con emoción volteo para sorprenderme.
Y vaya que sorpresa.
Quede hechizada con tu belleza.
Los colores vividos del atardecer simbolizaban mi alegría,
Resplandeciendo hasta terminar el día.
Caminamos, platicamos y nuevamente
Otra vez nos enamoramos.
Se hacía tarde y a despedirme iba.
Cuando a abrazarte me gire,
En el suelo termine.
Fue ahí, con almohada en brazos
Que supe que anoche te soñé.
-Volcán Inactivo
We walk the rocky shore and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm -- muttering "Ay, Hijo!".
A few steps and, breathless, we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray, are like
concentric rings rippling from a random stone
thrown into this polluted pond in winter.
Cataracts cloud your lenses; they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes of a dead fish which I poke,
perversely fascinated. It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear.
As clear as the fetid water in the pond,
as clear as my conscience when I drop you
at the Home, having invented a meeting,
to which I must hastily fly.
Fresh peppers, onions sauteed
Lean, lean ground beef browned
Tempting aroma surrounds
Chopped fresh herbs sizzle
Juicy tomatoes
Pintos, too
Zing!
Inspired by: Andrea Dietrich and Lunch
Contest:MAKE ME DROOL WITH EPULAERYU
Written: November 05, 2014
Form: Epulaeryu
Gregory Siker was a fireworks technician.
He developed a show that won recognition.
One night he got confused
by the wiring he used.
Doc said he died of an ignition condition.
Who hasn’t heard of the Nigerian Letter or the Australian Lottery won?
So what about you’re kids in college… what for them is going on?
My son found a job posted on the University’s Nursing jobs bulletin Board.
Apparently several students applied to take care of an old man coming into town.
They were each approved separately, and then sent a check…
Plus a list of nursing supplies and a wheel chair they had to pay for and pick up.
Apparently, the place to work with had already been set up.
Once everything was paid for, they were ready for the job.
Instead all they got was their accounts cleaned out.
And the Nursing supplies were another part of the scam, my dear.
In the end the money they had was gone with everything saved from the student loans.
Now the problem was made and you know what? Guess who didn’t care?
The police, University, and bank said it happens all the time.
Of course they turned away saying it wasn’t their concern.
The bank told my son he owed $3400 more, even through he was the victim of the fraud.
The Banks fraud department yawned and said they wouldn’t look into what was done.
In fact, they were sending his accounts into collections to attack him even more.
Slough it off, and attack the victim, and of course none of them would do their work.
Mail fraud, money fraud, and con men involved… across state lines meant nothing at all.
Attacking the victim is not where the Banks, police, and university belong.
So let me tell you The States’ Attorney General is the next on the list.
The Attorney General and the Federal Government is where to go, my friend.
Don’t give up on the internet, there are help groups there, that abound.
Tell your children of the game… to keep them far away.
The bank wants my son’s next student loan money for collections on the debt…
And he will have to work full time at minimum wage to survive.
You might say everything at the moment… is truly upside down.
But we will fight unendingly… to straighten everyone out…
What a Christmas job deal breaker… and what a way to find out…
He was a Blacksmith
He made swords for the movies
Tall, strong and brawny.
Dios pon en mi mente las palabras para hacerle entender
que lo que siento por ella en mi corazón no puedo retener
un amor que con el paso del tiempo solo ha de crecer
un sentimiento más lindo que el más precioso amanecer
y no es que no quiera su amistad pues la verdad
cuando no estoy con ella es como caminar en la oscuridad
ella es la luz que le devuelve a mi vida su claridad
su amistad es realmente algo que no tiene igualdad
pero es imposible que seamos solo amigos despues de lo que vivimos
despues de todas esas noches cuando nuestros cuerpos consumimos
asi que no me pidas que solo seamos como un par de amigos
si tu corazón nunca iba ser mio preferiría nunca haberlo hecho contigo
Señor, ayudame pues yo no quiero ser un amigo con derechos
entiendo que de la obsesión al verdadero amor existe un gran trecho
por esa misma razón esta noche escribo de lo profundo de mi pecho
desahogando todo lo que siento pero no en forma de despecho
pues ella sabe lo tanto que la quiero y lo mucho que la amo
son inumerable las veces que le he dicho que la extraño
que mi amor por ella es puro sin malicia ni engaño
ella es la mujer con la cual yo quisiera compartir el resto de mis años
por esta razón y muchas otras es que no quiero esto
una relación con derechos no es lo que busco ni ofrezco
sino algo más profundo y valioso asi como lo son mis versos
amigos con derechos eso uno lo consigue sin esfuerzos
me fuera gustado nunca haberme enamorado de tu lindo ser
porque ahora nunca podremos ser amigos como lo eramos ayer
me fuera gustado nunca haberlo hecho contigo y poder ver
que a pesar de mis sentimientos hacia ti una amistad pudo florecer.
Listen to the chumps,
listen to the rubes,
screaming that democracy
is going down the tubes
But every wise guy knows
when the fix is in
To put all their money down
on the one who has no chance to win
It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Guess your vote didn't matter much,
now did it son
It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Getting out the vote don't matter much,
canvassing woman
Seems like all the talking heads
got it wrong from day one
Not just another election cycle
with politricks being done
How does a populist person,
who doesn't win the popular vote,
win the presidential election?
It's the electoral college, you dolt!
It's an old arcane system,
set up way back when
by rich landowners putting
their thumbs on the scale back then
They couldn't let the peasants dictate
all of those really important policies
Just counter balance the popular vote,
always keep an ace up your sleeve
It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Guess your vote didn't matter much,
now did it son
It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Getting out the vote don't matter much,
canvassing woman
When the man of the people
doesn't win the popular vote,
it's good to have a sure backup plan
Don't you get it by now people,
or are you still missing the boat
Power was never placed in your hand
It's the art of the con,
the art of the con
Where less popular is more,
and vote shortfall comes up tall
It's the art of the con,
the art of the con
Guess it really wasn't rigged after all
RESTA QUI CON ME / STAY HERE WITH ME
Non pensare al passato
Do not think of the past
Io ti ritrovero
I will find you
Ne son sicuro sai verrai
I am sure of it you know
Io passo amare sole te
I can love only you
Il sogno che non muore
The dream will not die
Resta qui con me
Stay here with me
Io saroper te
Ill be yours
Tu che sei mia
You who are mine
Noi saremo insieme
We are together
Un mondo nuovo da cercare
A new world to seek
E non ti pentirai se adesso ti aprirai
And you wont forget it
If now you open up
Io cherca di esser tu il
Primo che ci sta a rinunciare
I try to be the first who reaches out
Tu convincerti che si puo
Stare da soli
You are convinced you can stay alone
Perche la solitudine diventa l’abitudine
Because loneliness becomes a habit
Sono qui conte e non ti lascero
I am here with you and I wont leave you
Tu es sei parte di me
You are part of me
Like a knight in shining armor
You rescued me from a place of somber
Eager to know, eager to see
A man like you, can it truly be?
With your speeches of serenade
My loneliness begins to fade
Man of chivalry and full of charm
Swept me away in your securing arms
But soon, I realize behind that breastplate
A plague in your heart lies a hideous trait
A man in disguise, you hide behind
All your destructive intentions and ruthless lies
Needed my trust to seal the deal
Wisely, you have mastered how I feel
A sly expert at the art of deception
My heart is now in your possession
Impressed, you trained yourself very well
A cold heart hidden away, not one could tell
You played me like a fool, I really must say
But please don’t stop upon my dismay
Body and heart I gave; my trust you stole
Now it’s time for the next victim to pilfer her soul
Quickly you fled; distance at its farthest
It seems I fell at the hands of a con artist
To
be
or not-
crucial
crux of the matter.