Best Connived Poems
I feel your pain, and yet I'm unable to rescue you
from yourself, and I know in my heart
I never will.
Looking into your eyes, I see both doubt and love,
wondering why I care.
I found a boy locked in a man's body, and my heart ached!
You were friendless, helpless, and hopeless;
how could I not care!
My heart instantly made room for you and welcomed you in.
Something beautiful happened the day
you found a father; I found a son!
You lied, you stole, and you connived,
but I wouldn't let go,
and neither would you!
I'm all you have,
and I want to make a difference in your life.
Separate we're weak, missing a piece of ourselves,
but together we're strong,
supporting each other with our love.
My presence will continue to touch your life, unto death.
I hope we meet again in paradise
and greet each other, one soul to another,
my son!
(Free Verse)
3/12/2018
Categories:
connived, care, dedication, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Our inception was a mystery
"A big bang theory" Some suggested
" A Super being" above the clouds" Some lamented
we watched the creatures debate over our existence
Born in a family of ten and raised from a distance
Watched over by our father during the day
while mum took over the night duties
Our Sisters's jaw dropping beauty invited the overzealous creatures
The genesis of their friendship seemed sweet but turned sour
Their insatiable hunger for exploration grew by the hour
Her troubled existence had only began
They exploited her hospitable nature and stripped off her beauty
The green gown that covered her nakedness, stripped in the name of civilization
Her waters that sparkled, darkened by the juice extracted for their automobile's
Fumes from their industrial machines aiming at her blue and white veils, destroying the fragrance of her ozone layer..
We watched with pain and in silence
We had no mode of mobility to render a helping hand
Father’s anger started growing by day as he watched with detest
For a number of days he gave warning shots
The creatures experienced his anger so hot
But the warning fell short of their egocentric ego's
"Lets just call it "global warming" and pretend we are doing something towards it" they connived
Defiling my sister did not quench their thirst of exploration
They sent two men with wits to visit my mother
Trying to find out the secrets to her shinning face
As soon as they landed, they pierced her body with flags of achievement
It now became a race of who will defile her the most
As days pass we wonder who will be the next victim
Rumours have it they are eyeing one of our sister
Her genetic makeup is almost similar to sister's
I am afraid, these tears will never dry
These fears will forever be high
Our helping hand will remain shy
For we can only watch, as the cycle continues
Categories:
connived, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!
Categories:
connived, dedication, history, inspirational, political,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Signature
Append the seal on the opening glee
Of performance agog with clapping drums,
The cylindrical bell calling to spirituous mundi
Screaming flew about in the air;
Perched on ears
And pecked on fertile hearts,
Consider not the frightened feet
Aching at commencement,
Wind to experiment, explore and applied
The agility in acrobatic anger
Of stretching sweating flesh,
Rhythmical muscles drawn vein taut
To the last drop of dew,
Hoofs prancing, prancing and prancing!
Ejaculating on the polished wood
With a millionth impregnated marbles spread tentacles,
Atomic spermatozoa bombast the uterus
Colonized the ovary and eke out
Inside, the embryonic yokes;
Suspended by clear albumen,
Fetal poles march strength with fallopian tubes,
Cavity swallowed them into humid sac
Plush pollen grains into zygotes
Springing anew buds in May,
Conceive earthlings with several asking branches
A lot of libraries;
A particular slanted eyeball
Began rumbling belch, lightening guffaw and thundering hiccup,
Tugging at umbilical chords,
Breathe knocking placenta on the head
And efflux out of the duress,
Spectra Butterflies flagging multi-coloured limbs
Faculty spiraling, twirling and tossing on elastic trunk,
Laser flashing touches swam in oceanic atmosphere,
Eager ritual leap of the gods,
Dagger usher out from scabbard
Plunge into dimple ample
Tip oozes indigo gore,
Sources of springing magenta
Began the back and forth stabbing,
Scribbling on the whitish flesh
Ink on tones of barks, bereft,
Spat spittle connived, reed shook together
Vein drawn to bursting,
Adaptation to suit thumb and forefinger
Pour the concoction, pour on the root.
Categories:
connived, work
Form:
Free verse
The gift of a man maketh room for him,
The gift of healing,the gift of understanding,
The gift of given to the poor,this I long for,
The gift that supersedes all, this I crave,
this I work towards ,this I dream of and
this I die for..
For a decade, I roam in wonderland,
For a decade , I swim in abject penury,
For a decade , I was a novice and a fool;
Before I discovered the secret; the secret of
Greatness , the secret of leadership, the secret of
manipulation, the secret of oppression and opposition,
the secret of celestial bliss…
People talked ,I refuse to listen!
People called me names ,I refuse to change !,
People barked at me ,I remain undaunted!,
People betrayed me ; I continue to give!,
People planned ,people connived ,people mocked
And plenty people failed!;for I remain faithful to the poor.
That`s why, I am among the best,
That’s why, I flourish like the lilies and gold crystals
That`s why ,the almighty endowed me with glory,
That`s why, I dine with great men and kings.
To him that gives, It shall be given;
To measure, press down and running over….
*Prov 18:16—“A man`s gift maketh room for him and bringeth him
before great men”.
Olusegun Arowolo....
Categories:
connived, encouraging, life, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Eulogy
There was a time I said farewell
To my dear father on that sad day
My beaten path I choose not to retell
I connived of how our lives were at bay
I spoke of his how his ship had passed
And that his family rode his decks in sync
And were saddened that our ride didn’t last
I spoke like how the Titanic didn't sink
My eyes caught my family members
I could see the exchanges of knowing looks
Because they, too, remember the embers
Of how father burned the pages of their books
I sang like there were songbirds in my heart
That his sunny shores brought us up nice
And we're honored to be of his upstart
Because I wanted the farewell to end in peace
2/13/23
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Constance La France
1st
Categories:
connived, eulogy, farewell, father,
Form:
Rhyme
Good cheer, my love, as we venture forth
Over land and sea without recourse
Banished to rove us we three
No matter the tempest, remember me
As I was in our former life
In love promoting,you formed your wife
No trickery connived to gain my trust
In wooing me you contained your lust
To ensure my purity on wedding day
No act to spare me as together we lay
Now bitter tidings have blown us around
Emerging battle scarred with lopsided crown
In my aching heart I know it to be true
In constancy our lives shall arise anew
Exiled I must depart to foreign shore
For asylum aid I had to implore
No coinage purse to tie about
my velvet kirtle I can do without
Remember me and your luckless child
As he clings to me knowing you are defiled
My last note written in heart rung pain
Shall I ever find you well again
Confined as you are in London Tower
As friends gather to plot your salvation hour
Keep alive your love for goodness sake
A promised recompense I trust to make
The ship's last call to board has come
With heavy heart I see baggage heaved on
Keepsake I send thee, in this note I kiss
A beribboned silver piece I threaded this
Etched in memory to my only true one
Remember me when all deeds are done.
Categories:
connived, angst, business, character, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and nuisances, are inexorably pitched out of the era's finickier and finickier register.
The last 4 years, principally accountable for the bend toward such trend, has a clear pattern.
Since the moment that pussy-grabber grabbed the oval office through foreign fix, everything seemed to have been predetermined.
Needless to argue: just as a train steering along its normal route suddenly swerved into an appalling aberration under multiple symptoms of systematic failure, poped up a chain of bizzare behaviors: a row of willful withdrawals from multiple international organizations and treaties, barefaced dunning over allies for protection fees, capricious veer of trade vanes highlighting haphasard jitters of tariff rates toward countries of utterly different natures and qualities, pussyfooting pace toward putin and patronizing pose before pals as well as other unpredictable hitches and glitches in the making and implementation of policies or even nondescript whimsical whistles that had perplexed many politicians, publicists and observers who believe U.S to have relapsed into isolationism, that is, paying more attentions to or becoming exclusively occupied in its own business with less or without interventions or concerns upon external matters. Many uttered criticism over this phlegmatic position, pointing out it was the isolationism that had connived at the fascist aggrandizement and caused the inadequacy of vigilance in the pearl harbor incident before it finally gave way to requisite engagement. But I have to say the wording of isolationism is simply unfitting nowadays. One can prove this by drawing a comparison between the degree of globalization of recent times and that before world war 2. As we take a glimpse back to the period around 1940, we can find that oversea entities and links were relatively meagre and the corresponding influence and leverage upon other countries relatively negligible. At that time, pursuing isolationism was more or less of a certain venial aspect.
Categories:
connived, america, international, introspection, political,
Form:
Prose
It’s the smell of smoke
It sends its first warning
When we least suspect
It’s always slow but focused
It surely always creates a false impression
Of being far away
When it’s right beside us or behind us
It’s soft; nothing near hard or overtly caustic
It increases its intensity with bitter praise
It is almost always wrapped up
In a white linen of seeming admiral
It has a crooked laugh
Which shows up when it’s burning with glee
But is full of hate and contempt
It accepts pure kindness with a grin
Whiles it poans on how to meet the love
The pure love that gave a hand unconditionally
When it had no one and was the center of mockery
It comes with a mixture of hate and envy
It’s always the same
It has never changed throughout the years
It just appears with different clothes
And borne by different faces
It’s right beside me
It’s the crooked smile and the low tone
It was the silence I felt when I began to lead
It was the sharp plea and desire to learn
Not for learning sake
But to overtake and to strip naked
It’s the same peacock that boasted
And pushed me backwards to see the light
It is the same volatile gas
That burst out from it’s container with the slightest joke
And felt no guilt choking me again and again
It’s the inability to enjoy the pure gifts of love
It’s the joy felt at my slightest failure
It was the same pass received on the field
That left confusion and pain
It was the same envy that connived
To vote against me
It’s the insults I hear in my ears today
It was the same alacrity
That pushed her to rise and smite me
It’s the force that made him cheat
Just to humiliate me
It’s the reason behind my spectacle
And the faith that pulls me through
It’s the message that shouts in my ears
Every now and then
Reminding me of who I am
It’s the only reason I learn to fight again and again
It’s the candle that burns in my heart now
As I write with sweaty palms
It’s my only compass and my hard journey
The truthful evidence, that I’m almost there
Just a few meters away
From the promised land.
Categories:
connived, sadme, hate, me,
Form:
Free verse
A variation on a theme by Dr. Seuss...
There once was a Grinch who was bad to the bone,
Which was why he always spent Christmas alone,
But one year the Grinch said, "Enough is enough!"
And decided to steal everyone's Christmas stuff.
In the village below, in the center of town,
Stood a great Christmas tree with gifts all around.
There were gaily wrapped presents, some large and some small,
Filled with treats and surprises for one and for all.
The Grinch plotted, connived, he schemed, and he hatched.
"Come Christmas morning," he vowed, "all that loot will be snatched."
Then he rushed back inside to flesh out his plan
To disguise himself as that Santa Claus man.
He measured, and cut, and stitched stitches galore,
When he suddenly heard, just outside his front door,
Something that set both his Grinch ears to ringing.
The sound was quite audibly somebody singing.
He opened his door just a crack so to peek,
And what he beheld made the Grinch squeak out "Eek!"
In front of his cave was a sight quite bewilderin'
A small group of seven or eight village childeren.
Then a curly-haired toddler toddled forward an inch
And cooed, rather cutely, "Mewwy Cwissmas, Mistuh Gwinch!"
The snarl that he tried for turned into a grin,
And 'stead of biting their heads off, he invited them in.
He dashed to his fireplace, tossed on a Yule log,
Then served gingerGrinch cookies and sweet green eggnog.
They ate, drank, and sang for an hour or more
Then announced they must leave and bounced out the front door.
As he watched them depart, to his utter surprise,
The Grinch felt his heart trying to double in size.
He quivered, he quaked, his knees started to shake.
"This unGrinchlike behavior has been a mistake!"
Then he slammed shut the door and proclaimed with a sneer,
"Well, you thwarted me this time, but just wait 'til next year!"
This tale has a moral, quite simple yet bold:
Some people can't change, if the sad truth be told.
The Grinch, of his species, was simply a bad 'un,
He couldn't change his spots, poor thing, even if he had 'em.
Categories:
connived, christmas, humor,
Form:
Narrative
As this mad, mad world turns on a bedeviled tilt,
empirical evidence suggest
compassionate global warming regret
has gotten the cold shoulder
Scoffers with frostbitten hearts
buoy iceberg lies
Titanic size
Alternate spin facts
submerge the meltdown truth
Letting only half-life decay utterances
be the doubt-filled vapor proof
Hidden double-crossed deceit
runs dark principality deep —
Veiled villainy ain’t how it should be
Connived highly classified
camps of coin concentrated thievery
Where vox false profits
filthy lucre soil the bottom line sheet
Vexed minds rolling thumbs down on a troubled axis;
pandemic anxiety,
fretting continually
over premature burial thoughts
Death debt collector
want delinquent souls to pay their Grim Reaper taxes
The pauper field bleeds pawn puppet many
Yet, ill misfortune still
duly befall rook parrots of publican plenty
Equitable death is really a hollow, pale victory curse noted —
Same coffin justice ain’t how it blessed should be
Would this wobbling world take a naked pause tear coated ...
empathetic rest could cure the work of evil deeds
Categories:
connived, allegory, evil, perspective, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Masquerade
Tilt the balance scale gently
then to find what maybe
the culmination of action
speaking
doing
building by impression
the mask of another person
Eventually totality of what shall be
the papermache of opinion
constructed and connived
by inability’s pride to discover
face value
Convene then dissimilar life
for the other tribe to live by
so and so and they are
that
with the poetic justice of self satisfaction
misjudgements interpretation
forced onto the world of the dissimilar
someone
Intellectual Yobs
sanctimonious self righteous miniatures
playing with emotional aggression
attacking by loving
kicking by caring
until the individual is drown
maiming by demanding
violence by expectation
until the mask is patterned
Slap decisions
stamped estimation
teach by ordeal
be sure to be sure of exactly
who you are
paint their camouflage for them
in the colours
of your judgements
hold together the tissue of their life
with the glue
of emotional blackmail
Categories:
connived, childhood, socialself, self,
Form:
Free verse
An independent inventor, Stanley Meyer
Delved into his innate cauldron of genius
Thought ingenuously out-of-the-box
He’d revolutionize the automobile industry.
He claimed to have designed an engine
That he designated as the water fuel cell
Using the established principle of electrolysis
Of water making hydrogen, burnt to generate energy.
Although the concept in theory seemed feasible
Meyer couldn’t demonstrate that it really worked
Skeptics branded the claim pseudoscience and fraudulent
So, water as an engine fuel remained a myth.
Meyer’s innovative design interested some investors
His effort and idea upset the influential oil companies
It’s unclear if his untimely unusual death was connived
Or he actually succumbed to cerebral aneurysm.
Meyer failed to give the world unlimited supply of fuel
But he survives in mystery as a derided inventor.
_____________
June 9, 2022
Contest : Life, Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Categories:
connived, science, technology,
Form:
Free verse
DANDELION DANCES:
My mind connived
But did not fathom
The rolling ideas
So darkly hidden
The plaintive wrath in
I jumbled around
Overloaded a delicate mind
Fretting all about
Watching sparrow fly
The soar so high, infinitely kind
Dwarfed inside a dell
Greenery so plush I lay
Amongst the fresh cut clover
Doused by words unknown
I am showered by their way
Dandelion dances
Bout the ash coals
My brain races forth
Put stretched arms to meet mine
Falling down within the shoals
Categories:
connived, conflict, confusion, lonely, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
As much as I hate to admit it,
Everything you are probably thinking is probably true.
Because every day I think of you,
and the awful things you used to do.
Yet I smile, yet I laugh
yet I still give a crap
When realistically I shouldn't want anything to do
with you.
You Cheated
You lied
You cried and you
Connived
but the more I think ill survive
the less i actually strive
to contrive
a reason for existence
every day I see you standing there
with that Oh-So-Innocent stare
as I pass by you on my way to class
but when you don't know I'm looking
I can tell how you are really looking
sunken in, broken down
and everyday I hope you've found
a reason to say you are sorry
a reason to take me back
a reason to see that everyone of those other girls
lacked
but you never have
you never will
I guess its a good thing
I can lie to myself still.
Categories:
connived, absence, angst, depression, desire,
Form:
Free verse