Best Cunningness Poems
The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.
I have to be careful, now, right:
Staying in the right of my light
By this, odious toxin that's near
It likes to fight at my nights, I fear.
It made me sick a lot of times:
Lusting its seducing bite in me, crimes
Its promises turn into untrustworthy lies
Here is a sinister demon that terrifies.
It teases me with its pleasures:
Oh, one of a kind, it is, no measures
Telling me that I need it to survive
A bewildering demon, I've lost, run hide!
Every day seems like a struggle lately:
Keeping a sinister entrapped at its bay
These demons are up prowling to entice, be
Awaiting its day to play with me!
It feeds on my aches of pains:
Mind, the guilts, the greed that has stained
The more I hurt inside fighting, being real
The more this, slither, comes to steal.
I sensed life had enough of me:
My spirit was crushed, hurt, torn apart
Its Roar stood, heard for miles, miles I say
A venom beast has awakened, now bites.
This poison, I once craved:
The feel, pushing temptations
To care about absolutely nothing
Not even for myself, deliberations.
This slither came to suck the life out of me,
To bring the poison, sinister closer in
Though the bag, done gone that day
I've yet to lose, to this poisoning again
A malevolence venom, I once craved
Have yet to win within.
When the magnificent moon rose to the night sky,
My heart began to pump harder and faster.
The energy of its rays coursed through my veins,
Forcing all of my senses to become sharper.
I could hear the howling of wolves far away, and my
Hand began to twitch for my bow and arrow.
Still, I walked into the bitter, dark night,
Stretching out my hand as if
To hold the delicate tendrils of the light.
Slowly, my body began to remake itself.
My body began to become stronger, more beautiful,
And younger. I fed off of the light,
Absorbing as much as I could
Before Day would come and steal its glory.
I heard light footsteps behind me
Causing me to whirl around and startle the approacher.
"O mighty Artemis," the young child began.
She quickly dropped down on her knees.
My smile beamed like the moon
As I beckoned her to stand up.
She stood and continued speaking:
"A man has been found spying upon us.
As much as you are truthful and honest, his tongue drips
With words covered in honey though the words are full of
His cunningness and poison. What would you bid us
To do with this man?" She said but spitting out the
Word man. She was one of my prized huntresses
And learned only from the best about life's philosophies.
"Bring him to me," I said. There was only one punishment
Fit for this kind of disgusting, manly characteristic.
All of my darling Huntresses paraded out of the vegetation,
Into my open field lit only by the royal light of the moon.
One of the girls brought the cunning man forth,
Slung over her shoulder like a useless sack.
She dropped him on the ground before me,
My eyes bore daggers into this pathetic thing bowing to me.
The male sex disgusted me.
They believed in themselves too much.
They were rough with those around them, grace-less
To those who associated with them,
And always in a state of dirt and grime.
When death comes, sordid, scary
I shall not fret, as others do be
I shall not be shaken, not in the least measure
But will welcome him with utmost pleasure
He shall sit upon my crouch
And beside him, I shall crouch
I shall show him hospitality
I shall make the issue of fear, a frivolity
From the lack of meanness of purpose,
He shall, the aim of his visit disclose
Yes, when all is still and shrill
He comes but to kill
But from cunningness and sagacity
I shall, with pretence, make the issue levity
We shall hence drink from the grail
Until our limbs begin to frail
We shall drink of the sweet wine to stupor
To stupor, yes to stupor
We shall talk about our stupid acts
Acts we would in the future, please to retract
I shall say how I diddled
He, how he killed and giggled
Perhaps, I shall frown upon the mention
Mention of the butchery of a loved one, long lost and gone
From the intake of much wine, we shall get stupid
So stupid and our chat shall get insipid
Death himself shall bore and sleep
I too, shall plunge in the world beyond, deep
But before he arises, I shall gain soberness
A state of solemn body and mind togetherness
And lo! Upon the floor shall lay my guest, Death
In my abode, there upon the floor
Upon the floor, everyman’s terror
Unbelievably at mortal man’s mercy
I shall stand above him with wrath or mercy
To kill or to let, the death of many to compensate
The issue of dying and death, to obliterate
But much to the disappointment of many,
I shall not commit to any
For he has no life which I could take
For lifeless he is with nothing at stake
And for the time he shall be in slumber
I shall keep guard and no longer slumber
For if I sleep, he may wake
But no, he shall not wake
And all that would sleep on that night shall wake on the morrow
And upon the dawn of a new day
I shall see him off on his way
Much to the disappointment of my neighbor
The act I know he will deplore
But I shall warn
For to my abode has death come and gone
But to his, it is yet to come.
The greatest gift at Christmas is happiness
Delivered by a sweetie dressed quite scantiness
That's really all I ask
Perhaps wearing a mask
With an inviting come hither cunningness
© Jack Ellison 2015
These are the things I look for in a life partner and the things that I make need to be
Happy and Harmonious......Pleasant so too speak....In my life..........
A partner who is kind spirited and not opiniative and judgemental.
A partner who is considerate and compassionate to all people and not jelouse and
self-centered.
A partner who is God willing and not relentless.
A partner with strength aquired from patiants and willingness and not cunningness
and pride.
A partner who is self-serviant and self-disaplined and not self-seeking and
unambisioned.
A partner who learns wisdom from regrets instead of teaching and implying
ignorance.
A partner with empathy and not self-pity.
A partner who is industrious and goal oriented and not lacking sweat from hard
work and the drive to optain those goals.
A partner who is humble and not complimentive and materialistic.
A partner who doesnt let oppression confine him from the things that he wants.
A man who is stronger then my faults and weaknesses,who will put it first on his
list to protect all women and children.
And lastly..........The ONE that will not let me fall from GRACE.
These things I do trust.
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
I saw a little fluffy creature
You wouldn’t believe it’s nature
Because you are a human being
Who will probably label him as cunning
He swiftly gave me an inviting look
Which, is not what I read in the book
I went near him, he was very sweet
And told me things, that I should tweet
“Unlike your fellow human creatures
We don’t destroy our planet features
Killing your own , and all other species
Stealing, cheating and devious strategies
Those are the values caused by greed
Cunningness surely is a human creed”
“Don’t be upset, over my few words
I searched for you , among songs birds
Tweet all friends with this little message,
Help us, change our negative image”
The alluring eyes of the aggressor,
Blazing with anticipation,
As the victim awaits unknowing,
Slowly she steps closer,
The very senses of her thoughts,
Tingle within the bounds of her mind,
For the smell emulates,
Her pulse quickens,
The strike at any time now,
The victim he sits,
No sense of what is coming,
Unit his breath is gone,
Devoured by her beauty,
And her cunningness,
Sh 06/23/10
Forgiveness is but a show of self gratification
Portrayed by a deceiver to escape condemnation
To showcase self a being of virtue and righteousness
Every man would gladly play the two faced card of forgiveness
Yet the cunningness of forgiveness must be unraveled
For the selfish nature of man has made man crooked
To offer freely to a stronger person tolerance
Yet, from a weaker person for the same crime seek vengeance
Man has fine tuned the show of virtue to suit need
Placing priorities first upon what feeds his greed
The loyalty of men is forever bought by reason
With a changing appearance designed to survive every season
That a lion hunts not a galloping polar bear
Gives not a zebra the courage to dwell with him so near
The nature of man declares him not a blatant fool
For every man would sharpen first his most profiting tool
So if ever man is seen forging such show as he lives
Believe not in his words for only a fool forgives.
Lizdiamond Poetry
Wise Men Truly Love
Found myself finally at last
Out from dull and dingy past
Life crept by in front of my eyes
True love is only known by wise.
A globe so lazily spins upright
Sun by day and moon above at night
Caste their glow down upon this land
Wood's green trees and white beach sand.
Many people are friends but a few foes
With slanting stabs and cutting blows
Merciless shame and much cunningness
And joys of life these things they miss.
Guiding light is there before my feet
That shows way to the judgment seat
My own master won't be and am not
My God always to me means a lot.
Search will do and is what we must
Looking around sifting through dust
To find her how hard continue to try
Thousand deaths for her you would die.
She is only answer you ever will know
Because God Himself has told you so
Wise, fine men love but fools rush in
Which is why I know I will always win.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Oh ye tortoise
The longest living land animals in the world
You who bear the weight of the world on your back and yet walks with a palatial gait
From your hovel, you watched the hills and valleys mate
The oceans and seas retreat
Large four legged beast extinct
And smaller two legged emanate
Oh ye tortoise
You who walk slowly but never afraid of a race
You who feel safe and protected in its own house
You who walk on your toes like an elephant
Discerning with your eyes almost like it's squinting
Oh ye tortoise
One of the world most amazing diggers
With front legs armoured with sturby scales
Adorned with your clandestine ears
Carvernous bladder like a cauldron
And brawny beak for shredding and grinding foods
For decades, you epitomized wisdom and cunningness
Unchanged since prehistoric times
Misconstrued for turtles
Still men can't seem to decipher your morphology.
(C) PoeticLord
JANUARY 2023
Mirror, mirror you are either friend or foe
There is no middle of the road for you
Your bluntness of the truth you perceive
Can be so cruel and even demoralizing
It can leave one afraid to face the world
Take away confidence
And can be the destruction
Of what could have blossomed into a good day
Your unkindness annihilates the onlooker
He retreats, wishing to start over again
Oh! but you have a much kinder side
One that leaves the onlooker
Feeling that they have cheated time
Not cheated in a sense that it is a crime
But rather a victory
A cunningness that outsmarts the Enemy
Reflecting beauty and poise
And a happiness that glows from deep within
From the truth you have revealed
The victorious will have a good day!
Frances! Stoneham
I know you will think of cunningness, as I am a fox.
Yet, I too suffer winter just like bats, cranes, or hawks;
I grow a thicker fur coat and creep into warm places,
I twist and push myself in my tail, and pass cold phases...!
My coat has been growing long and dense and heavy, and hard,
My walking and sleeping have turned as though on cold cloud yard;
My previously slim physique has, now, grown fat and dull,
Has my color mixed with snow and looks like that of a gull...?
My hunting has turned tough task, as I find it hard to roam,
As my border is set, no mice or mares approach my home;
I know, yet, all these are like a nomad's tent, tentative,
Your arrival soon, O spring, will be, sure, sustentative...!!!
27 January 2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light
One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well sees the paths and their leadings
One a stickler for the ways of the ancestors
Better he who remains until he finds new conviction
Than he who tramples on God as one of the gestures
Of one feeling free of need for his accumulation
If the worldly want to keep their worldliness
With cunningness, insistence and assertion
Ye called by God's Name keep your godliness
With faith, the Word, assurance and meditation
Whoever know what to do and doesn't sins
Whoever lacks by rejecting knowledge perishes
Yes, endowment can come to one who gleans
And a gleam can lead to the light that virtue relishes
K. Muitherero
Two birds flying high up
In the infinite blue sky
Asked I
Where are you going?
What is your destination?
They replied
We want to go far
In the resignation
Away from the world of man
Bad company
Leads to a bad destiny
We wish we are not infected
With the inhuman traits
That human being
Has invented
We want to live in the world
Of love and affection
All truthful sensation
Faithful determination
Heartful compassion
Away from the envy, hatred,
Betrayal, selfishness,
Cunningness and temptation
If constant dropping
Wears the stone away
How can we save our
Soft loving hearts
From hellish decay
In the world
Where everyone knows
His interest best
Our feelings cannot rest
We will enjoy our being
Where there is no trace
Of a human being