Best Conniving Poems
I've never seen a more comical face
than that of a giraffe begging for corn.
Its black tongue makes it look like a nut-case,
as its eyes stare down with an air of scorn.
Giraffes have a long triangular head
that sits high atop a serpentine neck.
And yes, they get disgruntled; enough said,
they are known to leave car windows a wreck.
Don't let its eyelashes play with your mind;
it's batting them for food; it's not a wink.
And don't think it's harmless, gentle, and kind;
it's far more belligerent than you think.
It stands aloof with a smug expression,
impertinently demanding handouts.
I don't want to give the wrong impression,
but stay alert when giraffes are about.
There once was a gullible taxman
Who dated a rich lady named Ann
When the taxes were due
She declared I love you
Why don't we take a trip to Milan
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Words blended with honey, dripping,
completely gullible, I continued sipping,
drinking in all those little deceptive lies.
and never once questioning the alibis.
Conniving sweetmeats slipped from a tongue
became fetid droppings, as offensive as dung.
Crafty candy-coated lies were only a fallacy.
Liars should be exposed for cunning chicanery.
Go on thinking you're getting away with the deceit
until the day you feel a fire flaming under your feet.
Then you'll realize you've been exposed as a fraud...
another pile of crap left behind in a stable yard.
You've been warned about the price you'll pay
if you don't stop prevaricating nasty things you say.
Stop lying about everything and telling tall tales
or you'll be an outcast, slimier than garden snails.
6/25/16
Sweet little lies
dimitri korchenski commander ukraine, leading the dammed some men so defamed
Crimes against children as honour to them, sewer frequenters bad tidings bad ends..
No strangers to torture, self glory.. Gory matters it's plain, plain knowledge my friends.'
Yet theres such a world of deception, in mainstream media and what it pretends.'
My accountant’s forever twisting truth
between glasses of generous tall vermouth,
forever conniving to save face
while under breath reciting grace.
Endlessly playing the most convoluted charades,
he masterminds the grandest schemes and escapades.
Inevitably he comes to the same conclusion
that one day there will be no absolution;
still, he refuses to abandon hope
that he’ll find the way to get richer than the pope
AP: 3rd place 2022
So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one who lied.
Operation Conniving.
Eyes open, doors pried.
Once I sat, reluctant to use what I knew.
Allowing the waste of a talent held by few.
Well, opportunity finally beat down my door,
Finessing my weakness of being an attention whore.
Found out that intelligence ain't just for show.
Observations and smooth words, you reap what you sow,
And I've planted a whole field of lasting impressions, don't you know.
So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one inside.
Operation Conniving.
You'll be on my side.
It's an exercise in restraint,
When your own reality you paint.
The truth is in there somewhere,
Won't point it out, don't care.
Betrayal amongst sinners and thieves.
Tell me, who's going to actually believe?
It's all just one more setup in the end,
And you are just another passing trend.
So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
Oppurtunity applied.
Operation Conniving.
Everything to hide.
Well, here I come again all alone,
Sitting pretty upon a disturbed throne.
Magnificent puppets being strung along,
But the choir belts out the saddest song.
What's this, a new player enters the game?
A Conscience, Guilt, Feelings of Shame?
This wasn't part of the scheme, have no trump card in hand.
Forgot how to handle real life, it's different in La La Land.
So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To be the one who cried.
Operation Conniving.
Who's on my side?
It's possible to create what you want from thin air,
Playing those around you like a Sociopath, no care.
It's fun to see just what you can do,
But the peak is mighty lonely when it's just you.
Hurt, hate, incinerate...just leave a pathway back.
That's the trick you see, always expect a crack.
Little did YOU know you had it all planned.
Had you known what you'd do, your soul'd be damned.
So this is what it's like,
On the other side.
So this is what it's like,
To yourself you've lied.
Operation Conniving.
Nothing left but to hide.
Here goes again...
On with the show...
What dangers lurk
on the dark side
of one’s
imaginary world
what fantasy
will lure you
to your undoing
in such conniving ways
so innocent her smile
she will entice you
most beguiling charms
down an endless
rabbit hole
deceiving snare
illusion turned
to quicksand
and to what end you ask
it’s nothing more than
a silly game
~ beware
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
skirting issues
in roundabout ways
mysterious and baffling
deliberately foggy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Led by star,
Wise men came
to worship.
The Scribes connived;
or were they just
naive about
the secret plot
and very evil
intent of the King?
Oh, what irony!
He believed Scripture,
but used it to kill.
121923PS
He’s a conniving, wayfaring vagabond
Roaming around with nary a bond
He was a delight
Casanova all night
Many women became totally fond.
Trump Can Be Constantly Conniving
Knew Trump can be constantly conniving;
From golden showers has been reviving;
Good grief;
Beyond belief;
Amazing how his supporters are surviving.
Jim Horn
Trump Thriving While Conniving
Not only is Trump out there thriving,
He is also evil while being conniving,
And all are foes,
He does suppose;
Rest of us have been barely surviving.
Jim Horn
Sensual betrayal,
Mind jumbled in a fight with itself,
Heart on it's own,
Emotions fighting to survive depression,
Depression,
A shameless foe,
Who drains,
From both heart and Mind,
Mind on it's own,
Thoughts in jeopardy,
Heart and mind become pitiful foes,
Conniving with and against each other,
To become my weak,
My tiny strength less brave wings,
Fighting to grow,
Fighting to spread,
Fighting to be free,
................. To fly.
Mister Toad was relaxing with coffee,
His toes were warming up in the sun
Autumn cider was brewing
He was planning some leaf jumping fun
That is Mister Toad someone said with awe.
He is an amazing guy, always thinking of others.
His singing is wonderful; he can hum lah-dee-dah
He is always being fixed up by bachelorette mothers.
Mister Toad heard them talking but acted like he did not hear.
Their conversation after in as his coffee he did sup.
He had a girlfriend anyway, he felt she was romantic and dear.
He wished all these mothers would stop trying to fix him up.
Don't like the look of what's going on
seems to you something's wrong
the smell of corruption in the air
look around it's everywhere
can't place the feel of what's happening here
could it be something to fear
the sound of conniving on the wind
a warning call for all thin-skinned
so round and round and round we go
where it stops no one knows
it takes two to tango or so they say
but that was then not today
ask a question and they hand you
the same old automated two-step quango
one foot forward two steps back
while standing in quicksand
pose a query they'll sidestep the issue
and the matter at hand
giving you the light fandango
they'll look you in the eye and deny
it's all a web within a web
behind a web of total lies