Best Connivance Poems
F aceless is the connivance of our deadly foe
A llegiance to our Saviour is the way to go
I mmutable services of great magnitude
T rust in holy teachings shall not be misconstrued
H abitual desire brings us to our knees
I mmeasureable lifetime soul courses for trainees
S purious thoughts and emotions deter progress
A tonement for misdemeanours, less we regress
P atrick, an alcoholic, forgot how to pray
O bedience to his true faith dissolved away
W alking through Central Park to his own detriment
E mbodiment entity of evil descent
R ose up before Patrick with purposeful intent
F ascinated he approached his deadly demise
U plifting his face to see his assailant's eyes
L andscape of verdant grasses, bright bluest of skies
T emperate climate, with many birds to enthrall
H ow, why, where could he be? Perhaps, dreaming it all
I mage of Jesus formed, as he heard his name call
N umbed by anaesthetic, he vowed to live again
G lorifying his Saviour for a life regained
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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element
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Snickering Bastards
Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite sex worker cyborg prototype grown by the Non Sequitur Corp from lawn cuttings, in her or his meandering narrative from birth to illumination, at the beginning of which we first see Raisinseed's body parts being vapor gun printed from lab rat DNA by Prof. "Bam Bam" Bernie Roundhole, who has secretly grown Raisinseed alongside an evil twin kidnapped with the Professor's connivance by gypsy low riders, deviously paid by the Bureau of Land Management, to detect clandestine ectoplasm at the FEMA Summer Camp Ouija Board séances held in a recently constructed chain link and razor wire facility in a devious scheme to harness the power of human gullibility, where the twins' only link to sanity and dietary sustenance was the giant artificial cow udder they both suckled with the help of a mysterious one eyed Hungarian ex-Tatar payroll robbing Romany Brigade railroad bandit turned private investigator (whence or hence the eye logo on his business card that read "DEEP, DEEPER, DEEPEST!"), the Sure Bet brand dowsing rod inventor, and his partner, the equally mysterious "Tubby" Tepys, who sells the secret Twin (named X for the purposes of this narrative) to the hunch backed majordomo of Castle Bathory, and who, over the span of two generations of political mud wrestling, reveals the key to the reuniting of the twins utilizing the tracking capabilities of a "Mark of the Beast" model branding iron and Homeland Security RFID laser detector which slingshots via the Einsteinian space time reversal dilemma in a mathematical simulation that employs the separated twins for an inter-departmental National Plasmatic Administration foundation grant fund raising public service announcement about the potential for life "out there", and they are reunited by men who shrink heads with the help of tungsten filament light bulbs.
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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From the grave he's torn,
the cow was milked and adored,
from her womb he's born,
her sister is barren and forlorned.
Deep is his mother's sorrow,
long ago before his tomorrows,
forgotten from,
the one called son.
Twisted his roots they grew,
well watered and spewed,
dig, dig, dig,
those dirty shrews.
She ponders in silence,
there is no alliance,
their skillful contrivance,
assisted by her connivance .
I hear what they all say,
you see what they all do,
then one day,
there's no more memories of you.
Capitalism. It is what it is;
Accurate and efficient ...
Pity that humans
egoistically little understand it ...
Connivance can be pusilamine,
But it's not a sign of weakness ...
It is an option for the strongest!
In politics, it is not used
Just good for the good ...
Not even evil for evil ...
Everything can be reversed,
It depends on the support you have ...!
In politics you live for her,
or if you live it ...
Usually the two
practices are confused ...
Sometimes everything we need,
It's a right word, at the right time
To then realize the act ...!
Like a bolt from the pit of hell you appeared
And stealthily like a thief in the night
You entered into our lives
Disguising as our familiar foe
Masking your deadliness in controversy
And like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
You bought our connivance to denial of your sinister presence
All the while bidding your time for pandemic descent on humanity
And when we innocently looked the other way
You pounced on our haplessness and helplessness
And descended on us with lightning speed
From Wuhan to Italy
From Italy to France
From France to Spain and America
And from America to the rest of the world
You dehumanized us
You humiliated us
You demobilized us
You dis-focused us
Causing segregation among us
You separated us
You trivialized all our efforts to get even with you
You truncated all our plans for the future
You stultified all we have stashed away for the rainy day
You demoralized our populations
Locking them down in anger and hunger
In addition, making them to see their God in bad light
As they are shut out from their sanctuaries of hope
Even though you have continued to assault our sensibilities
With the number of fatalities we have counted globally
I am glad to disappoint you
Serendipitously we have been demystified by your pyrrhic victory
Now we know the rich and the poor are vulnerable
We have been humbled by your challenge
Making us more united to fight a common enemy
Our scientists have been stretched by necessity the mother of invention
We have equally discovered our good leaders
The bad ones we shall flush out at the polls
Mr. Corona virus I have another bad news for you
You have been pronounced dead in the spiritual realm
And so your physical interment is just weeks away
For we all are Coronavictorious!
His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…
Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making it Divine Tussle…
His fervent quest for survival
Has meant much speedier arrival
For their camp’s redemptive prayer
That should fortify John Sayer.
August 29 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Habakkuk 1-3
Key Verse – Habakkuk 1:12 Art thou not from everlasting, O LORD my God, mine Holy One? we shall not die. O LORD, thou hast ordained them for judgment; and, O mighty God, thou hast established them for correction.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY EVERLASTING HOLY ONE
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who sanctifies me midst my sinfulness
Thank You for redeeming me by Your grace-goodness…
Now, I strive to walk along Your paths of righteousness
While rejoicing in Your blissfulness-blessedness.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who listens to me midst my grievance
Thank You for keeping me in Your marvelous works’ relevance…
Now, I delight in Your fellowship so I can spiritually advance
While dwelling in Your will, ovrecoming worldliness-connivance.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who illumines me midst my blurred vision
Thank You for enlightening me toward service by Your compassion…
Now, I follow Your instruction for my virtuous decision
While seeking Your wisdom against doubt’s oppression.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who checks me midst my vexation’s spoiling
Thank You for rescuing me from hell by Your mercy and love’s sealing…
Now, I pray along Your altar of grace, humbly kneeling
While begging for Your help against wearisome vanity-grueling.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who upholds me midst my grievous shame
Thank You for comforting me, covering from fear’s flame…
Now, I hide in Your fortress against temptation’s fatal game
While learning from Your truth of Scriptures’ immutable fame.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who me midst my revival need
Thank You for instilling in me Your doctrinal creed…
Now, I follow Your example to show caring deed
While sharing Your Gospel of new creation-seed.
Lord God, You are my everlasting Holy One
Who cures me midst my wounded carnality
Thank You for assuring me Your eternal security…
Now, I feast on Your gladness along triumphant serenity
While clinging to Your power and strength’s authority.
TOXIC STATE Double Acrostic
Troubling terribly
Opting to overcome.
X-axis and Y-axis of mind distorted,
Indicating
Chaos or crazy connivance.
Stoically shattered sick
Totally turbulent.
Arid abusive
Tottering torpidity
Enraged erratic.
12/09/16
Toxic State Contest by FJ Thomas
I am a traveler in the pain’s domain
In its vast and abounding circumference
Whatever I sow gives a crop of pain
The sky overcast and a gloomy ambiance
My love, my longings are all in vain
Birds of hope deserted the tree of life
My body is a prison and soul in chain
The departing spring cuts me like knife
Moon peeps through clouds to brighten
My dark nights to keep me from despair
Flowers with their vivid smile enlighten
But my soul’s agony is beyond compare
Tears of a child make me melancholy
It hurts me when I see a withering flower
It pains me when I perceive a falling tree
I’m sad when human relations are sour
Conflicts and wars tear me down
I’m tormented by the people’s plight
Suicide bombers and killings in town
Vanquished honesty and the evil’s might
It agonizes me to see malicious deeds
The evil doer’s connivance & accord
My feelings meet my heart’s needs
For the kingdom of pain I thank my Lord
They’re laying down the rules; and don’t you be a drag
Claiming they are not the douche; but are they perhaps the bag?
Does pretension breed contention; and do their restrooms surely smell;
And when they look to see their image; do they see themselves as swell.
The bird it travels in a flock
And the cattle gather too;
In the sea the fish within;
Travel in their schools.
And there along the everglades;
A hunter’s on the prowl.
Hoping for a mate to hear;
The lust within his howl
Is reality connivance; by those who do agree;
And membership’s attainable; if you pay the fee?
Hither comes the rhyming man; Mr. Tidwell Clump;
Ready to step in again; and if you dare him he will jump
Look at us we’re different; we’re the trolls that wear a mask;
And though we sound so pretty now; it’s best that you don’t ask.
Have you noticed imperfections; when reflecting what you do?
It’s the same for everyone; don’t tell me that’s not true.
“And in the master chamber; they gather for the feast;
And they stab it with their steely knives; but they just can’t kill the beast”
Jack and Robert climbed the hill; to build a brand new spot;
Hammers struck and powder burned; and death was all they got.
The employer showed benevolence;
When Christmas came his way;
Will someone show some reverence
For those who try each day.
Of hate they say the devil has a plan
to succumb each
the mania ferocious chemicals of fear
aye the trickster rubs his gleeful hands
as the collusion of men
give to evil
true evil in the intrigues of ego
bid their righteous anathema
upon a perfection
so wrought
by infinitesimal clay
these miracles of a immortal hands
Tiny vulnerable
as by protection
lay in womb and cradle
all in love molded
of pattern and passions conduit
shall the future be
this little beginnings burning ember of life
Mothers and Fathers
have spoken the words of gods
entered upon and eternal pact
yet interred become
in connivance of the demons sons
as to paradise
have brought their wreck
cast about with currish net
and dragged the lambs to noxious depths
Aye a child stand upon the navel of the world
energetic tree ancient in rooted earth
reminder of a universal anthems
esoteric for all of choice
shall speak the language of a thousand tongues
and still
echo all
with only one voice
Woe indeed
to those who defame the word of love
Black liberation
BLM is a good and timely thing that happened
it freed black- America from the stigma of slavery
and freedom of the psychological burden
of being second class citizens.
But it was not meant to be a liberty to do as one pleased
upending statues and robbing stores.
This brings us to the police that must have the right
to to arrest trespassers,
But I fail to see why the law have to kill people because
they refuse to be arrested.
Let us bring back how slavery came about, it was
not a gang of white men running around catching people,
they could not have done this without the connivance
of the leading chieftains who had no hesitation
selling their own for a hefty profit.
I think this is important for the black-Americans to take
this into consideration before all white people are
brushed out of the true history
Persecuting good,
Sleeping with enemy,
God sees you funny.
Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.
Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles,
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.
A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.
An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.
Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall,
flesh flexes.
Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.
From the depths of the womb came selfishness,
Unawre of his mission he made a decision,
To shirk the condition of conscience,
Congenitally egocentric sucked the breast of fervor,
Unaware of his mission he made a decission,
To view empathy only as a self server,
Genetically gifted he learned the art of deception,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To manipulate all actions and never to question,
Innately glib he used words as weapons,
Unaware of his mission he made a decision,
To say what is best for given situation,
Close to the point of no return a realization came to Beezelbub,
That omnipotence is not cowardly connivance,
Rather that principles formed from scrupulous contrivance,
Make one great in the eyes of love,
So now aware of his mission man began to become,
The servant of God and overcome whence he comes.