Best Defraud Poems
Catwalks
Crowd gawks
Wont style
Forced smile
Strike pose
Fake nose
Weird strut
Flat butt
Scant curves
Unnerves
Small-hipped
Lunch skipped
Stick-thin
Chagrin
Faux tan
Pecan
Plucked brow
Used plough?
Long lash
Bleached 'tache
Plump lips
Veiled nips
Waxed mound
Astound
Forebear
Despair
Sweet girls
Morph churls
Sly pout
Grim trout
Taut thighs
All lies
Make hot
Post-shot
Airbrushed
Not hushed
Mere gaud
Defraud
Model?
Twaddle!
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25 November 2017
For the "Footle Form - Sequenced or Stand-Alone" contest, sponsored by Brian Strand.
I will not deny the groom, the Son of God.
Would you deny what is tangible, defraud?
The way that leads to destruction is broad.
He is the way, the truth and life, light and salt.
He loves you — if you miss this, it's all your fault.
For you he paid the price — took the assault.
When he carried the cross, they had destroyed him.
They hammered nails into him, stretching his limbs.
“Father, why have you forsaken me,” dims
his life, the earth grows dark — it is finished.
The devil’s evil plot has been diminished.
T’s crossed, the i’s dotted — nothing unfinished!
The grave could not hold him — he rose in three days.
The tangibility he would convey.
Where he left them, he will return the same way.
He says in the end all knees will bow - how ‘bout now?
No need to be condemned if you follow now.
His blood shed, his body bruised — receive him now.
4/21/2020
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends and family applaud.
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
And like now, vowed there would be no other.
You cannot know part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
Similar to the way a poet begins his creative process
I'm not writing this—I craft hastily as views progress
Doubt often sneaks in and affects how a choice feels
The words used in charming, deceitful deals
Limiting their ability to capture ephemeral moments
By finding that masterpiece, I'm seeking atonement
And craft those thoughts into eloquent language
The facial reactions indicate your inner anguish
However, despite all this doubt, rumors persist
As weights drop, soul rovers stay, and rivers desist
Inspiration comes in the form of a soft breeze
At dawn, there was a whisper among the trees
Bringing with them fantasies of beauty and grace
As you unlock your soul from jail, bear up space
Despite the total uncertainty they feel inside,
Simply don't defraud yourself, and I don't hide
The poet tends to wish for and aspire to write
How petals turned red and lilies grew white
Times of both divine beauty and searing ardor
I may have sealed my soul in a sheath of armor
Also, when you start to feel your doubts fade,
Craftsman mind, wonder over his own shade
As dew-kissed petals, an artist is left with a glow
Of ethereal inspiration, then creative insight flows.
Written: May 30th, 2023
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I had no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart.
The match my friends and family applaud,
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
To him I vowed that there would be no other.
You cannot know part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
For Dr Mehta's Spenserian Sonnet contest
A monster that refuses to die
A shame that lingers on
A menace to the society
Impenetrable to bullet
Immune to euthanasia
Insulated against electrocution
The root cause of our underdevelopment
It's sent our economy to ruination
And our saints to damnation
It stings like a bee
Spits venom like a viper
A biased steward that serves those
Who already have a belly full
Of the national cake
At the expense of the have-nots
A demon that possess our leaders
With no hope of exorcism
Now they preach capital influx
But practice capital flight
They preach unity
But finance disunity
They preach security
But mastermind insecurity
An incorrigible thief
That robs us of our integrity
Cart away our conscience
Defraud us of our unity
Loot our treasury
Deny us of our freedom
Pauperise the masses
Rob our leaders of their broad-minds
And replace it with myopic ones
GOD: Good, Goddess,Giving,Gem,Glee,Goodness, Gorgeous, Gift ,Glad, Giddy, Giggle, Greet,Grand, Generous,Glitter,Gold,Glow,Grow,Gratifying, Grandma, Grandpa, Gallant, Groom, Green, Groovy, Grace, Gospel, Grapes, Guide, Gentle, Gay,
Grounded, Grant, Guest, Graduate, Glory, Glisten, Grass, Glare, Gleam, Garden, Grateful, Gracious...
DEVIL: Demon,Damned,Devour,Doom,Deceive,Divided,Death,Down,Dark, Dump, Derelict, Defect, Destroy, Drunkard, Drop, Ditched, Drown, Divorce, Deprave, Deform, Difficult , Damage, Dagger, Deny, Decay, Dissolve, Defiance, Dirty, Deranged, Dungeon, Devious, Delirious, Disobey, Dislike, Decline, Demanding, Decadent, Doubt, Defraud, Depressed, Drought, Demoted, Denial, Discord, Distant, Disrupt, Disturb, Disown, Danger, Defeat, Demented, Dementia, Disposed,Deploring, Despair, Disease, Dread, Disgust, Despite, Distract, Dastardly, Delete, Drain, Darn, Dishonest, Dollar, Disaster, Debt,Desert, Desolate, Distraught, Damn, Detain, Displease, Duped, Destruction, Diabolical, Delinquent...
Feb.25.2016 ^WW^
People would do anything to get their hands on the money, even stealing from these people.
I'm told that people will have committed insurance fraud by either faking an injury,
faking a full disability, or fake a death. These people really need to be honest with all
of the insurance companies, that also includes the auto insurance companies, because if
these hard-working employees who are working for all insurance companies find out that
these bad people aren't really injured or whatever, they're going to jail. It makes me
sick that those phonies will tend to bleed all of them dry. There's a lot of
investigations that will have been started by multiple insurance companies, and one of
them is either Nationwide, Allstate, and/or others. We've got insurance fraudulent
investigations, embezzlement investigations, the works. What I don't like about these
people, trying to have gypped these insurance agents and its companies out of their
hard-earned money is when they became scam artists. And unless these so-called "victims"
prove that they're injured in auto accidents or whatever, then they don't have cases
pending. Now I know why I never want to defraud all of the insurance companies out of
their money, because I'm not like one of these scam artists. So if these people are
planning on gypping these hard workers who work for multiple insurance companies out of
their hard-earned money, well they've got another coming. So my suggestion for these
would-be scam artists better be honest with all insurance companies because if they're
planning on taking their money from these hard-workers and their companies, they're going
to prison for fraud and theft. This type of fraud has got to stop.
Remember me well ....and remember my God.
The stay of my soul was the strength of His Word.
The Heathen, the Godless keep shouting 'Good God!! '
That's not blaspheming; that's praising the Lord.
How often I've heard them - they cry out ...'Thank God!! '.
If only they knew - they're now saved from The Sword.
My unflinching faith, shows a Marvellous God.
I truly am blessed by His Staff and His Rod.
And though you have seen that I spread the Good Word.
I rejoiced as they scoffed, and my spirit high soared.
For a man that saves souls, this surely seems odd.
But the Scriptures don't lie!!! ... men will forsake God!
So I marvel at God; how He fashioned Creation
He furnished a globe with no form or foundation.
The balance of nature in a six-day construction!?
I marvel indeed; That's from 'odd' to 'perfection'!
I marvel at God for His Gift to each Nation.
Despite our weakness to the evil Seduction
He sent us His Son, who granted Salvation.
I marvel indeed; Here's an 'Ode To Perfection'!
I marvel at God that He gave us 'decision'
Some call it 'free will', no God-intervention.
Few have the wisdom to choose the God-option.
I marvel indeed; must be 'owed to perfection'!
I marvel at God for the Worded Prediction.
Within this Good Book lies the Sacred Solution.
But many still doubt and lack predilection???
I marvel indeed; ......I am 'awed to perfection'!!!
So remember my God and remember The Lord.
Agnostics and Atheists you're welcome aboard.
We broke the First Rule and severed The Cord...
Which bound us to Nature - and also to God.
We purchased a God-wrath we could not afford.
Now suffering and pain in abundance is stored.
Why do you lay blame at the Feet of my God?
The fault was all yours, and your judgement was flawed.
You did not heed warning as you gnawed at that gourd.
You craved for more knowledge - instructions ignored.
That serpent was wily but did not defraud,
We did not drop dead ...but we'll die! That's assured!!
We ate of that Fruit - and now we're like 'god'!
That 'knowledge of evil'? .....our dreaded reward!
My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies beneath the sod.
I have no thought I ever could defraud
This precious man who opens up his heart
To match my friends and family applaud.
There is no roadblock keeping us apart.
And yet I knew right from the very start,
I’d made the selfsame promise to another.
I gave to him the whole of my young heart
And like now, vowed that there would be no other.
Now as I pledge, part of my heart I save,
For one who lies so lowly in his grave.
won 3rd in Brian's contest
Daily, Diana coils herself
In a dirty corner on top
The ever patronized Mararaba
Pedestrian bridge
Cold mingling in her ribs
Like a poisonous snake, she
Hissed and turned thru and fro.
Hunger, offending strongly, her stomach
The Sound of her crack voice,
Her very cherished choice,
Refraining from exuding properly,
Though she yearns for the passersby to come to her aid.
So, her bony fingers,
She straightened in the air,
Calling for food or water,
Pedestrians roaming, every man to his own
Even they can see she’s like dying,
Packed aside like cabbage garbage,
By life’s fateful decision.
Hungry Diana, lonely and bony
Some time, some take note of her
Duty post and dash her a penny or two.
Most at time majority disdain and discard her,
Some stigmatize her,
Some defraud and rob her
Others even rape her.
Oh! Stark and dark world,
Adding the pains to the wounds of her life.
Hungry Diana, give me a clue,
Why shouldering the plights of this Earth?
Were you a delinquent?
You are not alone Oh!
Lonely Diana for my prayers are chiefly with you.
Onyilo Charlesmelody
Lightning Ink
you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving. and why is my heart racing. and why am I smiling. lusting after you. why am I craving such pain. I choose to taste your misery. why. I'm in love with you miserably. I love you. Deeply. Uncontrollably. Wholeheartedly. Distinctly. Unashamedly. Miserably. but you touched me. oh so miserably. but you touched me. when you touched me. I felt. I feel. purples, blues, greens. Or is it greens, purples, and blues. I can never be sure. I thought I would utter what was real. I thought I would be brave. Yet, I'm mute. drowning in your affection. letting you toy with me in this sick little game we play. I'm your violin strings. you're my play. my therapy. our mornings. the sunrays. navys, teals, royal blues, metallic. violets, plums, lavenders, and lilac. emeralds, limes, hunter and olive greens. I feel this so much. I am coloring. you inspire me. and you deprive me. and you tire me. retire into me. deep into me. deeper than deep. into earth. into me. back into time. the distances. the differences. the places. the people. realities verses comos. fears versus daydreaming. still, you are me. you are. me. and you are lovely. you read the poetry I write. you called me lovely. you are right for me. I write to you. lovely. can you write to me. you are beautiful. poof. poof. and away we go. hi. hello. you distract me. hey... Mister
ACQUITTAL
justification resides
within the mind of God
human limitations
overwhelming they defraud
spiritual anxiety
restricting earnest belief
genuine salvation
not completely implicit
compromising purity
attempting to achieve
good intentions
strive for others needs
proven innocent
without requiring law
faith restored
justified in His love
validation profound
acceptance of our gift
salvation anxiety
perfected in His peace
© August 2013—Kim van Breda
I received a letter from Toronto,Canada...
stating that I had won the De-Lotto North
American Sweepstakes in the amount
of $ 150,000.00 US dollars! Oh, I went bananas!
So I called the office line with much surprise:
1-416-939-8265 and a gentlman,
with an accent, answered the phone;
I asked him if the winning was real,
and he replied," Of course it is! "
I thought to myself, " It sounds like a scam! '
This morning, my bank returned
the forfeit check to me,
with a return fee of ten dollars;
and I was furious and mad
to have fallen for that scam!
But the good news is:
they didn't get any of the money,
the tax amount of $2,850!
Cringe your teeth,
you miserable thieves:
you are being exposed
by someone who's fearless and outraged!
Today, I have sent an e-mail
to the fakecheck.org in Albany,
telling them about the scam letter...
alerting the other would-be-victims anywhere,
so they don't go singing to their bank;
I hate to see them cheated out of their money!
These unscrupulous people, stealing your identity,
should be persecuted to the full exent of the Law,
and when they're caught, I like to be in the judy's row:
I'll stare at their deceitful faces and read the verdict loudly!
Mr. Greg Peters And Brian McDonald,
whether your names are real...
and wherever you are right now:
remember, you can defraud others...not me!
There’s a high-class hobo drifter
bumming rides throughout the land
Grip the Grifter ...
watch it society women, don’t shake his hand!
If Grip get a hold of your purse money,
he ain’t letting go
Grip talks fast
Grip remembers slow
Yesterday to him
was a glacial year ago
Grip walks with a fake limp
Grip give promises like an honest pimp
Grifter Grip talk green acres all the time;
pie-in-the-sky, milk and honey sunshine
Grip sez he gon set you up nicely:
steaks and bourbon, satin and lace
But, he always seems to need a ten spot from you,
and a ride to his other place
Grip gon spin it good and long,
sing that “hey, my brother” unity song
Grip always gon keep the details short,
tell you his inside woman was a mole,
so he had to abort
And the investment money
never made it out the safety deposit box womb
But, that’s alright, Grip sez:
he’s gon double your return with interest, real soon
Just front him another Benjamin
to help defray the lease rent
With a hand held out, Grip vows
it's only a temporary cash flow pinch
Con has such a peculiar liquidity stench
Grip loves froggy jumping into defraud waters
Sly licking himself, the Grifter sez
with a lewd lip bent and lurid tongue intent:
“Every sucker needs a good grifter devil sent”