Best Conned Poems
In a covered wagon he travelled west
For every ailment he had a cure
His miracle oil he claimed was the best
People he conned were the sick and the poor.
In remote towns he would set up his scam
Helped by two' friends' in the crowd for his trick
Who' volunteered' but were part of the sham
Arthur the cripple and poor sighted Mick.
But they were fed up of his trickery
And exposed him to the crowd in the town
The conman shouted" Mick what can you see"?
Mick said "nothing, I heard Arthur fall down"
Snake oilman was speechless and he went pale
The townsfolk seized him and threw him in jail.
Written on 30th December 2018
the heavens yawn a sea of suns above me
each shining gem to countlessly attest
to how I conned her barren heart to love me
by pining for the passions she possessed
the saga of our love has found its closure
while I, with bold temerity, did ask
if she might give, thereof, honest disclosure
instead of serving, cold, the bloody task
why can't the midnight skies embrace my being
and turn me to the dust from whence I came?
the use has left my eyes, for tears or seeing
her proclivity for just assigning blame
you see, she found her way into my marrow
each nuance of her face now haunts by soul
life's aperture, today, is oh, so narrow
despair as deep as space, and black as coal
so please, dear firmament, consume my spirit
devour me with the flame of earthly death
though she has no intent to ever hear it
please make her tender name ...
my final breath.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Eight Word Challenge - 9" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Because she was a buxom blonde
and he lacked a sage Adviser,
(like a naïve fresh off the pond)
he fell for and idealized her.
If he had been but the wiser
and much more careful with his heart
as if he were a mean miser,
he’d have ne’er been fooled right from the start.
Poems for one of cheap, impure heart
make the Poet look un-clever
and like a fool, which is not smart:
hence his case from her did he sever!
A lesson learned late than never
is much better than to be fooled,
played, conned, gulled and duped forever—
and so in her cheap wont he is schooled.
“In the realm of words, where meanings entwine,
There lies a marvel, an AI divine.
A poet’s companion, imaginative in grace,
An AI poem generator, painting verse with embrace.”
“With electrical pulses, it sparks to inspire,
Crafting stanzas that soar higher and higher.
Unleashing metaphors, similes imbued,
Like a symphony of thoughts, forever renewed.”
These first two stanzas are artificial, you see.
They are AI generated, and are not from me.
The last two are mine and not a con,
I’m afraid the day of the poet has come and gone.
Is the site being invaded by the AI poet,
are we being conned and just do not know it?
Praising of false poets just makes my heart ache,
just open your eyes and you will see what is fake.
Behind A Brothers Bond
Always there amidst your decussate despair, behind the wall of sleep
A heart to share with your ensuant err, comforting your wall of weep
A simple soul to make you healthy whole, a brother in my heart I keep
In their goal with a rationed role, they are the guardians of their sheep
With a brothers bond there’s a quick respond, a strength we may reap
Never conned with a giving spawned, a brother’s love in a divers deep.
The Hollies - 'He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother'
June.18.2018
When line SIX is a perfect FIX.
Sponsored by: Silent One
Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).
Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What a silly sport.
Peanut butter and some gum in my hair might stick.
Never a long hair style could I ever pick.
Pre-teen years – at last I saw my dark hair grow.
Pony tails and pig tails were ways my hair might show.
Junior High, late 60’s, hair piled high like a hive.
A wonder that no bumble bees were seen in there alive.
My hair was also parted always on one side.
I’d wear curlers in a store. Did I have no pride?
High school days – hair longer. In boring math at school,
I sat there pulling off split ends. Must have looked a fool!
College days – used a cheap product from the store.
“Sun-In” gave me reddish-blonde. I used it four times more.
The 80’s – got a perm. The curls were tight. Had oodles.
Now I can have sympathy for cockapoos and poodles.
90’s – used extensions. A lot of folks I fooled.
Strawberry blonde seemed to be the color then that ruled.
New century. New color. My hair was very blonde.
There were two guys in a tram in Rio that I conned.
My friend who looked American knew every word they stated.
About my natural color those guys in Portugese debated.
They finally decided my blonde was natural.
I got a kick out of those young fellows’ folderol.
Later on, my hair got over-bleached. I showered, and
lots of strands of it crumbled right into my hand.
After that, while growing out dark roots about two years,
I wore a wig until uncolored hair went past my ears.
A co-worker , not knowing I wore a wig at school,
told me that my hair had never looked so cool!
By 2010, my hair was in a rut.
Only one side of it grew, so I’d always get it cut.
Turned 60 and got cancer. Ate better to be stronger.
Miraculously my hair AND nails grew a whole lot longer.
Since then till now, my daughter’s been my dear beautician.
She keeps the gray away and my hair in good condition.
Were my hair not dyed, salt and pepper it would be.
I love my gold-like hair, thick, and long and wavy.
Some people think a woman of my age should wear a shorter “do.”
Decades it took to get this look, so NO (and I’ll keep my cute bangs too!)
Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game
Its not about money, fashion or fame.
Invented one day by a guy named Webb
How do go "I have a game to play"?
A war that's fought on a muddy field
They'll give their last breath to insure victory is sealed.
The pride of a nation rests on their shoulders
They have the heart, they're stood like boulders.
Its not about winning and they know
We're a rugby nation, we wanna see heart and a good show.
With quick passes out to the wings
The Millennium erupts, the entire country sings.
He's on his twenty two, he has a way to go
And stood in front of him is a Tommy Bow.
He has the pace and a Rugby brain
He makes ten yards and changes his lane.
He beats the one but not the other
A cheeky offload, its in the hands of his brother.
He's tackled fast and what a hit!
Two minutes on the floor he'll need to sit.
The balls been recovered and passed inside
The forwards have got it, you better run and hide.
Bests of men who never get the glory
I think their work is 80% of the story.
We're just over the half way and today's not the defenses day.
They missed their chance,
the ball went back but they was all in a trance.
We still have the ball and we're smashing trough
Now we're on their twenty two.
The balls being passed from left to right
Their looking for a gap, that little bit of daylight.
Our captain he gets in in his two hands
He boulders through on his ass the defender lands.
That was it! The chance we need
He done his job, he knows how to lead.
The ball goes out straight to the right
Only one defender left in the fight.
One quick dummy and he's been conned
He touches the ball down and you see the brotherly bond.
Crying, cheering and cwtching and that's just the crowd
They can take a break, they done their country proud.
Those feelings they have I'll never know
I just wanted to say, "Thank you for the show".
We dream of a fling with a blonde
With red heads and brunettes we'd abscond
Yes--carried away!
But if her locks be gray
Our minds with hair dye can be conned
The world of Invasions
Like a virus, europeans came, tried to eliminate.
What they did not, abused !!!, trying to assimilate.
With such arrogance, greed, their evil hand,
conned, stole, raped and pillaged First Nations, land.
The Spanish, also – from afar they came.
In Mexico, South America, they did the same.
The world over, this was their game plan !!!
to conquer the worlds indigenous man
Two beautiful continents – once so pristine.
After four hundred years, never again to be seen,
as greed, profit, the desire to control - by the few -
leaves so very little of what our forefathers once knew.
Our air, our land, has been poisoned by industrial waste.
Our foods, genetically manipulated, poisoned for profit haste.
We are living longer, yet with more disease.
Doctors fill us with poisonous chemicals, to ease,
yet, we are ever more stressed, living life distressed,
but are all our ills just masked, or truly addressed ?
B. J. “A ” 2
July 23rd 2015
Scammers believe they are smarter
than everyone else,
boldly committing crimes,
relieving citizens of their dimes,
and possessions,
They go on, and on, for months ,
maybe years,
Leaving a trail of folks they have
conned,
urging their victims to let bygones be bygones,
No one goes up against them because
of their "hoodlum" reputation,
But, there comes a time when they can't hide from
the Almighty,
He sees their "wrong doings" and the trickery they live behind,
In God's season he always pays them back in kind.
The wizard just bought a cheap wand.
He knew right away he'd been conned.
A yellow Lab pup;
what it conjured up.
He'd asked for a young feisty blonde.
02/19/2016
Contest: Limerick Contest II - For Fun
Sponsor: Jan Allison
In the modern age
Of canvassing
Before Political Elections
Isn't it funny ?
How threat's seem to happen
To National Security
So strength and leadership can be
Viewed and manipulated
Into placing your X in a Box
Like a cunning fox
You had me at Scared
The groundwork has been prepared
For total submission
Unequivocally without reason
It's hunting season
And the masses are the target
Are. you a patriot
Hail the all conquering Leader
Are you a true believer
Are you willing to put hate before love
Because you have been provoked to
Are we sheep
Do we bleat
Or do we speak
The voice of 1
Or can we overcome
Or are we valued less
Than gas and oil
And paper money
And conned into propping up it
Cry my beloved country...
See mothers sorrowed with
loneliness
Weeping the son slaved to exist
While masters sit crowned on a
scarlet coloured beast
Conquering and to conquer with
deceit
See the land we plough dry
and barren
Giving birth to thorns and
thistles of injustice and conned
democracy
Silencing freedom of speech
Denying children to eat of their
father's struggles bread
While masters drink of our
sweat milk and honey
See our streams in
turbulence flow tears of
anguish
Cried in silence of heart
betrayed by the ballot,
Made captive by the hand that
promised to feed
Peace in freedom of unity
See our dreams in the
thickest of darkness
Haunted by nightmares of
doom
Failing young hearts
Wandering empty streets
barefooted and blistered
Fighting handicapped to exist
See tomorrow of a
generation I beget,
Poverty laden streets rotten of
incurable diseases,
Bullets and bombs sounding the
master's pride
Sucking innocent blood
strength of their existence
Till all that's left is tears we cry.
Mahanaim
Israel’s father, Jacob
had lived a life of tricks and cons,
till at last he’d met his match of matches
when he came face to face with his mighty God.
All because he had conned his brother, Esau
out of his life’s most precious thing,
it was the birthright of the first born son
but to Esau, his stomach came first so it didn’t mean a thing.
After many years of living with Laban, Jacob’s trickster father-in-law
he took leave with his wives, servants and cattle and headed back to his home,
but hearing that Esau was hot on his trail with 400 men
he was fearful and thinking, ‘Is this the way it was all going to end”?
Jacob was so troubled, how could he fight so many
with my wives, and servants and such a small little band,
yet he stopped by the side of the road for some much needed sleep
and found to him, the Lord’s mighty outstretched hand in a place he call, Mahanaim.
Yes, it is true, the Lord pulled back Heaven’s canvas
and revealed to him, God’s infinite provision and His waiting second camp,
Who was armed to the teeth and ready to defend son, Jacob
by giving revelation of what it means to live by God’s Word’s lamp.
King David to, trusted in the provision of the Lord
while running from Absalom, his son,
David also came to Mahanaim
and found restoration, healing, and the battle now won.
Now, in these times, we to are learning the secrets
of leaning totally on His breast,
doing all that we can do for us and others
and watching and trusting our Father to do all of the rest.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Souls in fear of uncertain but rampant chaos,
Where the cities bombed and thousands slayed,
Houses broken and the valuable coffers emptied,
Innocents trafficked and the felony at rise,
Commoners conned and the power misused-
The Almighty! Where is the peace you promised?
For love debasing and wars right at the door,
Infected minds with greed and hatred at dispersal,
Altruism waning and egoism the victorious devil,
Compassion at stake and bliss only a wistful wish,
But antipathy even amongst the esteemed bloods,
Soulless and callous, havens blemished with vices
And enmity on the rise as the blazing fire-
God! Where is the peace prayed for everyday?