Best Deceitfully Poems
Dear mom, dad -
keeper of my DNA,
it was not my choice to be conceived
( these actions you are about to take,
I never would have believed )
With you, I have placed my trust
- only to be, deceitfully deceived
I have no voice
If indeed you must,
take my life
Before searching my face, with grace,
before attempting to hold my hand,
my tiny finger,
created by the Creator that created you too
( You don’t wish to linger )
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath
Before finding jewels in my eyes,
while singing soft lullabies
before watching me grow,
into the adult you will learn to love
and in time, get to know
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath,
take me from this earth
Before having the chance,
to meet you
Know that: I loved you, before you loved me
I will never know your love,
My Worth
I have no voice
Sincerely,
Your unborn child
___________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Thoughts from the Heart ~
Life is Precious
Thursday April 18th 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- This emotion lingered for days, in my mind and in my heart. Upon my soul. The words found me and were placed upon the page. Many thanks for the support. Blessings to all.
Categories:
deceitfully, simple, words,
Form:
Rhyme
My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess
He left when I was three
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us
For another woman and a couple of beers
He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike
To teach me how to fish
Or enjoy a nature hike
Now I'm a father to my son
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake
It's been nine years and we're going strong
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine
My son I guard in a web I've spun
A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing
My son doesn't know the pain I feel
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting)
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My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......
Categories:
deceitfully, family, father, lifeson, dad,
Form:
Quatrain
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
Categories:
deceitfully, 1st grade, america, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
Constructing Catacombs
Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal
Corpses mounting high, Angels in the sky, reuniting dead and divine
Perpetual praying, love’s lost laying, as we build their sacred shrine
For we question why, we deceitfully die, within the abortifacient vine
Blue clouds of clay, casually chip away, as the minstrels drink their wine
The new Babylon, do we belong, beyond death's door is still unknown
Faith be quick, do we get to pick, a heaven or hell that we have sewn
Odious obstruction, of deaths destruction, mankind comes to mourn
Caught in oblivion, a denunciative delirium, and thus we are reborn.
Nov.08.2017
PREMIERE CONTEST NO 110
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
deceitfully, dark, death, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
My knees have touched every part of this floor
Not for the satisfaction one would get from acting out a favorite animal position
But more from being dragged around like an animal
My disposition was no longer sweet
Cuts and bruises covered my feet
I tried to run
Even tried jumping out the window
Since luck spared me from being thrown from it yet
But every attempt failed
I was jailed
I placed my hands on the glass
Clear for the world to see
In hopes that someone, anyone
Would save me
Each day I placed another blood stained hand print on the window
Passerby must have thought I was an artist
Red turkey decorations
In the middle of summer?
They must have thought it weird
As they just looked and passed by
My cries were heard only by me
Numerous phone calls made to the police
One time too many, I guess
Because their visits ceased
I was advised to file an Order of Protection
Since the police themselves couldn’t offer protection
My mind was boggled with the thought of useless police
With such closed minds and biased beliefs
It was my fault for being in the situation I was in
Thanks a lot to those women
Who deceitfully mirrored my pain,
Willfully brought shame to my name
For women, they are insane
For thinking this is a game
I am a woman
And because of that
I get choked with
The insanity cloak
From the first mention of domestic violence
I was so sick and tired of
My pleas for help
Being greeted with silence
The first chance I got
I filed an Order of Protection
Thinking this was my underground railroad to freedom
Just to think
I survived through all the punching, slapping, pushing
Rapes and threats
Just to have this order of so-called protection
Place the highest bet
On my life
I made it under ground and realized
The grass is greener on the other side
But why did I have to die?
Categories:
deceitfully, abuse, deep, relationship, spoken
Form:
Free verse
**~**
My heart is fierce in its longing for you
With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies
Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night
And every time I close my eyes…
It is you whose face I see
I ache from deep within my soul
Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin
Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair
Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky
Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin
The moon quietly tiptoes through my window
As silent witness to my bleeding heart
Closing my eyes…
Brings your image closer to my mind
For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart
An angel - in a spider's land
Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies
Unwillingly... turning your heart against me...
The mother who loves you so
I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl
As the early morning sun creeps through my window
I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again
I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you
My precious, little porcelain girl
My love for you will never end
I pray for strength to see us through
For someday we will win this battle
And the love we share...
Will lovingly come shining through
**~~**
Categories:
deceitfully, angst, daughter, devotion, family,
Form:
Free verse
Changes
If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked. If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.
In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.
No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.
No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.
Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes;
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016 PS Contest, If You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Categories:
deceitfully, abuse, animal, care, community,
Form:
Narrative
All around us
It’s an epidemic
Man-induced plague
It’s a conspiracy
To hook people
To non food foods
Eats that should be
Technically inedible
Anything to grease the wheel
Of factories and consumerism
Nothing grown naturally
Nothing from a farm
Heavens no
Promoting foods whipped up
From powders and chemicals
None of those
Vegetables or fruits
Or other live stuff
Let the population thrive
On plastic derivatives
Deceitfully charming
Taste buds everywhere
Inducing dependency
Decomposing corpses wandering
Like loose time bombs
Waiting to explode
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on February 7, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1068) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on November 11, 2017
Categories:
deceitfully, betrayal, body, business, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
The lure of untainted flower,
Its sweet perfume encased in a whorl.
Alas! That which I await is scarce.
This memory will be banished tomorrow.
Tomorrow ,
I must satisfy her.
My labour waits for her belly:
The weary days
The sun
The rains of my struggles
Bear fruit tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
She said, “I will come tomorrow”
Her many delays must end tomorrow
‘cos her quest for vanities are fully spent.
Our wedding shall be tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
Her lust shall be feted
Her feathers of courtship plucked!
The downs, I know, shall be not be rubied
But tomorrow we shall deceitfully walk to the altar.
Tomorrow.
I bid you, wait till tomorrow.
She goes home now to break her bond
With him that was in her dreams only yesterday.
I, shall wait till tomorrow
To make her drink from her fountain of lust.
Her secret desire of a ride to a far country
On her lover’s back, a wish not penny can grant.
Tomorrow.
I must nurture the wounds and scars of another
And regret I never made the first cut.
Yet, she must do it again as before.
But we shall start tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
She shall dance like a maiden untouched;
All her lovers in the pew,
Mocking my folly with unspoken memories of their voyages
And I, a victim of blemished womanhood,
Ready to fool the world in “unholy matrimony.”
Tomorrow,
When she parades foolishness for fashion
Then, call her not my wife.
When she fights on the street in rage and fury
Oh, call her not my wife.
When she slips into darkness to drink from the cup of a rival
Please, call her not my wife.
When the stench of her reputation chokes the neighborhood
Then, remember her not as my wife.
When she regales her mates with tall tales to my hurt
Please, call her not my wife,
When she wraps herself in fineries yet uglier than a mummy
Please, call her not my wife,
When godliness is exited and the fear of God abolished
Please, call her not my wife
Think no shame on me
Then, when she becomes a Matron over innocent children.
But, I must marry
Tomorrow
Be it for a day before I die.
Categories:
deceitfully, angst, drink, fantasy, romance,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I praise God for modern telecommunications’ inventions
Making mankind benefit so well
But I feel bad, when in their vexing, “gobsmack” malfunctions
I become dysfunctional; thus, my exasperation-nerves swell!
I thank God for computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet I got nervous when their genius alerts
Warn me of glitches’ “bamboozles” due to internet-driven virus!
I seek God for His enlightening wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
I pray to God to guard me from being deceitfully puzzled
With varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
By global transactions “gobsmacking” netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I trust God for His control midst “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking “bamboozling” gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
I rely with faith as I rejoice* in God Who knows what’s best
Despite “gobsmack, bamboozle and confusion”-attacks…
To Him do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*1Chronicles 16:10 Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
November 5, 2011
Categories:
deceitfully, computer, confusion, faith, god,
Form:
Quatrain
Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove
Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does
Categories:
deceitfully, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Just an Apple to plucked from the tree!
Not one to let proceed wrongfully.
Create the character you want him to be.
Just an Apple deceitfully.
Just one Apple that is all he is.
Providing guidance via Psychiatry.
No one to let move forward in his wrongful deeds.
Just an Apple to deseed.
Providing guidance is his theme.
This what represents his capabilities.
An ambiguous body of faculties.
Not that of the greatest idiosyncrasy.
Just an Apple making mistakes it seems.
He sends his counselors to ACT his plots.
They reflect their images via my mirror or by sitting on my ottoman.
The black psychiatrist displays his face as a focus of yesterday.
Doctor Apple is white.
To him psychiatry can make wrong right.
In my family, he particulates as my son’s mental health facilitator.
Is there a cure from the voices?
Doctor Apple deeds are his choices.
A wrongful world cannot exist without a rightful way.
Just an Apple diablerie crafting mind-sets to seed.
Overshadowed by his degree in practice psychiatry.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
Doctor Apple a mountain is to climb once formed.
Categories:
deceitfully, i am, identity, image,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Swords speak brittle metal thrusts
singing a song in the wind by touch and lost trust;
blade upon blade clanging the swish of empty points
deeply cut for glory and honor now disjoint.
The sword speaks forged in metallic shields
shaped and tapered to steeled pricking yields;
sword smith tamahagane billets delivery
quenched in fire and tempered chivalry.
Swords speak sharp yet to the death
the very depths and blood letting breaths
for love, for country, brothers of courage, fear and fires
fighting for Gods and goddesses, rulers and empires.
It is the brothers, fathers and sons slipping out of place
bound to stand bold and listen to the forgotten embrace
of time when men were free to let the swords speak bold
no longer so but may yet be as they grow gray and old.
Free people are all brothers
at the very start
then in some discorded word
find swords will resolve the hatred spark.
Deep the wounds cut and slicing
but words are no longer vocalized politely
only the sharpness and the glint
of the sword that hears and feels its bloodstained tint.
"The tongue devises mischiefs
like a sharp razor, working deceitfully." Psalm 52:2
Categories:
deceitfully, brother, father, son, spoken
Form:
Quatrain
I have so much in me that's pouring to see
Hear me massive thoughts grasping for air seas to me
Trees elated to transform ability
Lines rhyme submissively
Structured stand statically
Touching places and faces mentally
Who is to be
Greater is He in Me
Given power to tread over serpents deceitfully
Tried to pound cake my senses see
Never to be
Eyes opened spiritually
Naturally
Balance approved Kingdom economically
Calling things to be
Speak to me
Oh taste and see
Yahuah is good to me
Could it be
I have arrived to my destiny
Blessed to be
Glory poured upon me
Anointed me
Through thoughts paradigm shifts release
Taking Heat
Pressure turned up higher made me
Pure as gold firm foundations walking on seas
Focus to be who Yah created me to be
Come face to face with the
See Now is the time manifestation has released
On TV
A face never seen creativity
Created me
A temple not made by hands but the power that be
I applaud the
Praise the
for every part of me
I thank the
Live move and breath with me
A part of me
I see and hear the divine word from the
Victory
White flags never drag yes raised to be
a sign of prosperity
Cope with loosing to win
Maturity
Grow pass the last lesson learned gracefully
I stand and receive love everlasting tastefully
Never will thirst or be hungry again spiritually
Muscles be
Pumped up and out revealing all of me!
All of me
All of me!
Categories:
deceitfully, growth,
Form:
Free verse
Why Not Spend A Moment With Jesus?
Many live to please themselves for the moment.
And want to do whatever gives them enjoyment.
The pleasures of life often lead to deep addictions.
And bring into their life unneeded afflictions.
As many live for whatever things may please them.
They’ve allowed a lot of things to fool them.
Many families are being ripped apart and torn.
As any sense of godly morals are often scorned.
As God looks into the heart of man… What does he find?
The heart is deceitfully sinful in all of mankind!
He sees many lives off course, following a very dark trail.
And knows that everything in life shall one day fail!
As many seek instant gratification for each day…
Perhaps they should take a moment and really pray!
Let’s ask for God’s forgiveness and a healing within.
And seek him now to be cleansed from our sins!
Please come dear Lord! And touch our life from above!
We need to be satisfied and content with your love!
A moment with Jesus can bring a love that’s overflowing!
An abundant life from him, is what we can be enjoying!
Please come Jesus! Bring a heart changing revival in this land!
May we build our lives on the rock! And not sinking sand!
There’s one more thing the word of God wants to tell you!
Jesus brings complete satisfaction, and will never fail you!
By Jim Pemberton 10/04/14
Categories:
deceitfully, faith, god, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme