Best Defrauded Poems
I did my research on the victim at hand
I broke into your dreams and everything was at my command
I defrauded your thoughts and deprived your deepest desire
I took what I wanted and left you only to wonder and admire
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I returned again to the scene of the crime
To rob your innocence and leave you sublime
You woke up naked without your virtuous ring
But you didn’t report to the authority that you lost a thing
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I swindled your essence and then let you go
I capered a kiss and left your senses hollow
I cheated your life and left you feeling poor
I ripped off your world and left you always wanting more
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
Categories:
defrauded, love, emotions, love,
Form:
Rhyme
She says his company defrauded Medicare
He claims ties to lobbyists make her votes unfair
Her ads paint him out to be an evil anti-Christ
He states her integrity has been sacrificed
So how do we choose from candidates so evil
One has no morals; the other is a devil
No Mother Teresas in political races
And their ads don’t discuss the problems that face us
So I’ll write in Pat Paulson once again this year
And give the politicos that famous Bronx cheer
Written for the "Election Humor" contest
Categories:
defrauded, political, satire
Form:
Rhyme
Lo! The universe
How primordial beauty!
Mankind is superior in style and activity
Different in size, shape, color
How true the complexity!
Lord wants us to comprehend His unlimited diversity
But humans mistaking start mistreating
But, Merciful Lord takes care of all His beings,
I love mankind
Whatever may be their race, caste, creed, color or size
I ask for their proper demand
Not for mere sympathy, charity or privilege,
I have my association
With the rights defrauded and in their lonely world
Where legality, justice is forced sunk then
Illegality, injustice strongly and gladly got raised,
I have fixed my position
In the groups of all mess and general people
With oppressed, depressed, deprived, road-trodden
So, I have some questions to the power leading people,
I am always with
The people for rights, legality, justice start every inch fight
From the hands of power abusers, torture, betrayal, intrigue
Conspiracy, anarchy, treachery, tyranny, hypocrisy and cheat,
Being human I deserve humanity
Righteously for all and for everybody
Up down, high low, superior inferior, ably disably
And I always expect it from all, for all and everybody.
Categories:
defrauded, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Deceit devastated me!!!
…debilitating my dignity, darkening my disposition
…directing me to despair…
Then dread defrauded me --- doomed were my dazzling dreams!!!
…dictating my disaster-denial, discouraging me
…dwarfing my duties
Oh, dearth-disgrace debased me!!!
…degrading me to downfall’s detriment
…deterring my determination with doubting
…damning me as defenseless!
Despite the deceiver’s devices,
Dearest Defender* delivered me!
Day by day, my dryness’ drought He drove out.
Difficult days He turned to delight
Domination of depression He did defy!
Dwelling within His dealings I now do...
Departing from Him destines me to destruction.
Decrees He demands I dare to declare
Decided am I to dedicate my all to Him
Devoted to my Lord Who loves me indeed!
*Psalm 94:22 But the LORD is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.
May 4, 2018
1st place, "Mid June 2018 Standard..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/17/2018.
Categories:
defrauded, christian, courage, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Alliteration
I took a trip through hell.
Not to visit but to settle a debt.
Actually, I just visited a different part of hell,
One I wasn’t familiar with,
Having spent a great deal of my life
In a hell opened on my behalf by others.
The trip across town didn’t phase me,
Or change my situation.
Hell is not where the devil’s live,
Nor where Satan hangs his horns.
Hell is an uncharted wasteland
Into which the unsuspecting victim is cast.
There is no rhyme nor reason
To the presence of those present
Save unfortunate circumstance.
The debt I chose to settle centered
Around the years I languished in this hell.
The debt, I knew, could never be repaid.
I also knew that those who claimed
They owed no debt must be confronted
By the mockery of their fear.
They had to see the face of those
They stole from, defrauded and banished
To a hellishly angry and lonely exile.
So I took this trip to hell
Just to piss them off
To put them on notice
That they were not the one’s in charge
Of my hell.
I bent their trident forks
Pissed on their fire
Chewed on their brimstone
And asked them for some hot sauce.
For hell had made a man of me!
Not a good man, not the best man,
But a man “tried of the fire”
Still pissed off and ready to kick
Some Satanic ass.
To those who doubt there is a hell
I offer this warning
You may be there already
Yet unaware of your circumstance.
I have been to hell, and had a Hell of a time.
Now that time is over
As is the fear of the demons
And the bastards who allow them reign.
John G. Lawless
©3/6/2023
Categories:
defrauded, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
Hello Daisy,
What worries ye?
Take it easy,
Oh, let's see what is it that engages your eye!
Oh Daisy, my sweet and charming Daisy,
Black, White, Green, And...I know how choosy are ye!
Perusing all those fifty different shades, so actively?
Let's see...ah, I see you have chosen your fav as grey!
Remember those days, when I got up early to meet ya?
I admired you so much, in that polka-dotted red frock.
You'd come oh so late, chat few moments, and say 'Cya!'
Did I ever knew it hid a heart so black?
You never cared for nobody, what worry can you have now?
You, always so bejeweled, one could hardly see the skin!
How else could I be defrauded, by mind so shallow,
And thoughts so thin?
Daisy, Oh Daisy, had I not been such a fool -
Had I not been such an awful sissy,
One who was always at your beck and call -
Might have I known then, seduction is so easy-peasy!
Even if not Beautiful, even if not Unearthly,
Had I been so Dominating, so Grey,
Had I used you, and abused you, the way you did to me,
Could you O Daisy leave me then so easy?
Farewell to you o heartless witch,
Fairer maidens are they whose inner charm hold the sway!
Know ye, it takes but little to make a heart switch,
While you ponder upon your storybook wedding day, I am on my sweeter way...
Categories:
defrauded, abuse, boyfriend, break up,
Form:
Ballad
I am a Victim,
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety
Induced through lust by immoral vermin
I am a Victim
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field,
“Whore scammed”, trapped in a net by the conspiracy of a blemished womanhood
I am a Victim,
Decoyed through the bait of an illusion to nurse the wound of another.
Oh! The Desdemona from whose path I avoided avowal
I am a victim,
Of marriage in Freetown, the offer of credit in dowry.
And the sharer chokes hastily by licentious and libidinous overwhelm.
I am a Victim,
Of a venomous revenge of a late marriage,
The brunt, the consequence of many abandoned lovers lurking still to watch my shame.
I am a victim,
Hauled from far off climes to be used, dumped after use
Suspended in the gale to fulfil an ambition.
I am a victim,
Of a clandestine unanimity of an unbroken vow,
Lust feigned for friendship dictates and plotted through covert text, my fall their aim
I am a victim
Of the conspiracy of “Exes” plotted by the bed lure,
Of hasty overturn to conceal the fraud by a blinded jury
I am a victim,
Defrauded, demonized, humiliated and ridiculed.
A bespectacled gargoyle masked the visages in the loss
I am a victim
They couldn't find in this clime, but must take a trip to seek,
and by secret oath through the court, concealed from affinity save one
I am a victim,
Semen sapped by a desperation to escape a stigma of nature,
And a sorrowing reflection of an impostor on my innocent seed
I am a victim
By revenges of many woes, still waited to plow on a stranger’s lap
Whose seed was taken through anger for mere gain,
I am a victim,
Bore the spatter of grim loss to a burying place and have since never ceased
I am a victim
Of this highest ambition in the vanity fair,
Ousted when a sincere investment was well worn by trickery
I am a victim
of their jeer, of a collective calumny of their bed tattling
of the usurping of fatherhood, of their banter and this grim gaunt wearied
I am a victim,
A reflective victim of conscience.
Of a story not fully told
Categories:
defrauded, abuse, death, depression, divorce,
Form:
Burlesque
In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among
Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country,
A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth,
Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million
Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks
Bowed his head in shame in Minna,
Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected
Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares at you
Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded
men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns
Obstructers became leaders through guns, greatness now mockery
Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption
In this same mess, we called a country.
Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria?
Are you happy now, can you walk freely among those killed?
Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility
Apprentice without brains, the cynosure of profligates, & fraudsters
Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened
Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds
In the same mess we called a country
Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns
Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day
Categories:
defrauded, allegory, anti bullying, corruption,
Form:
Narrative
I look in the reflection of life's waters
Six ways to one.
I do not wish to misrepresent
Any opion of perception on spirit
Regardless the self decepted order
Taught from
The one truth is never said
The paths vary in length and sights
But at the end we will sleep in same bed
Their is no wrong unless the truth is
The center which it revolves
All religion based on one
All wrongs based on right
We all warm from same sun
And worship one light
It is those who claim to be righteous
Body's not vessels of righteousness
That bring pride and greed and hate
But judging others chosen belief
Words are from I spoken over n over again
Not the mind of the vessel
Only some can solve riddles
This does not mean the rest are defrauded
Souled
Categories:
defrauded, animalstruth,
Form:
In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among us
Babangida once terrorized all with Khaki, the effect of failure affects all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country,
A mere servant of a few days served themselves, retired with stolen wealth
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth,
Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million
Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks
Bowed his head in shame in Minna,
Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected
Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares you in the face
Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded
Men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns
Obstructers became our leaders through guns, turned greatness to mockery
Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption
In this same mess, we called a country.
Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria?
Are you happy now, can you walk freely among the people you killed?
Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility
Apprentice without brains, cynosure of profligates, overtaken by fraud
Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened
Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds
In the same mess we called a country
Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns
Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day
Categories:
defrauded, adventure, anger, angst, animal,
Form:
Burlesque
Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying out checking
and savings accounts.
Gross negligence fomented morass
of monetary hemorrhage,
thus yours truly speculating
imagining peaceful easy feeling
after quaffing hemlock beverage
(considerably less expensive
than trained masseuse
administering head to toe effleurage)
the former painless demise
popularized courtesy Socrates
whereby Athenian democracy
charged said philosopher
with impiety and corrupting
the youth of Athens
unlike him I feel mental,
physical, and spiritual states
devastated, jackknifed, and shattered
into a million little pieces,
hence appealing notion shucking off
western civilization equipage,
and concomitant linkedin
corporeal defrauded earthling
and author of these words.
The importance of money
or lack thereof smarts,
especially when series
of unfortunate events
even Lemony Snicket,
would be flabbergasted
at such blatant and flagrant stupidity
exhibited courtesy yours truly.
Herr dummkopf did not function
with one iota of his brain
case in point entire
financial cushion he did drain
anonymous, barbarous, egregious,
ferocious, iniquitous jerks
re: cyber crooks enriched their coffers
in previous poems I did explain
how yours truly got sucker punched
to surrender substantial capital
subsequently severe depression
washes over me like floodplain
after a major hurricane
thus another shout out,
though I feel quite insane
to drum up buffer (in) zone
excedrin also sought
to bring temporary relief
far fetched likelihood in dough main
despite moon shot
to witness philanthropic boost,
I keep praying Meg Found
will pull thru and ordain
(fiasco from fraudster frazzles father)
one ordinarily perspicacious primate
who financially doth strain.
Categories:
defrauded, abuse, anger, angst, anti
Form:
Rhyme
Nothing happens in the place of forever, just
The vagaries of the universe with no orderly manners.
Let me pause - and I will exist no longer, as much as
Insanity does without the tools of torment and pain.
At the feet of a Demiurge and his phalanx one is being judged,
Broken and subdued is the flesh of a sanctified being,
Defrauded by lies and long forgotten promises.
Dying is so possible to be performed on the judgement day.
The customary weeping would be belated at the funeral,
Where an old undertaker and his staff complete the job,
Before anyone else decides to wonder around or turn up.
The wizard of sadism acts as a cardinal of putrid sarcasm
With a false narrative, or a fake step to rigadoon his way
Into the lives of soft characters, with no aura.
The platforms of loveliness have been covered in veils and vapour
In the amphitheatre, where astray apparitions have lost control.
The gauze is full of blood, the wound infected and the future – grim,
As I ducked, and I dipt, and I flung this journey full of moral quicksand,
I wasn’t allowed to sunset into the peace of conscience - until
It’s lay to rest by the tender soul and waving hands of a miracle,
According to some, that happens only in the afterlife, or never.
The Demiurge is cocked, but I’m ready and at peace.
Categories:
defrauded, meaningful,
Form:
Imagism
There was a tax collector chief
Who lived in storied Jericho.
He gave the people scant relief;
His stature and regard were low.
Zacchaeus was his given name;
His job: to keep the Roman purse.
His title brought him little fame;
The people called him “dog” or worse.
See, Zacc lived off the people’s toil;
Collecting extra, he would snitch.
Their anger flared, their blood did boil,
For on their backs, he grew quite rich.
And then one day did Jesus stroll
Right through the town and on his way.
Jerusalem, his stated goal;
A greater debt there he would pay.
For out in droves, the crowds he drew;
As Jesus passed, they lined the streets.
Zacchaeus, short, begged for a view;
But they just scoffed at his entreats.
Afraid he’d miss this “Son of Man,”
This carpenter from Galilee,
‘Twas then Zacchaeus hatched a plan;
He ran ahead and climbed a tree.
Now sycamores inform the keen,
For they don’t grow inside the town;
The people liked their village clean;
These drop their leaves upon the ground.
When Jesus paused, looked up to say,
“Zacchaeus, hurry down from there,
For I must stay with you today,”
We know that he had passed town-square.
Then quickly, Zacchaeus came down;
With joy, received him as his guest.
This made the people grumble, frown
That Jesus would a sinner bless.
“A half of all my goods, O Lord,
I give in service to the poor;
Where I’ve defrauded, in accord,
I pledge to pay it back times four.”
“Salvation,” said the Son of Man,
“Has come right here this very day,
For you’re a son of Abraham,
And I seek those who’ve lost their way.”
And thus, the shepherd sought the one,
Revealed the kingdom in new light;
Salvation came as God’s own son
Pursued lost sinners, made them right.
Yes, Jesus entered Jericho
En route to old Jerusalem;
In a repeat of long ago,
The walls came tumbling down again.
Categories:
defrauded, bible, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Criminals Online
By Elton Camp
From the daily volume of spam received
Are more scamsters than can be believed
Why would anyone I’ll never come to see
Want to enter into a business deal with me?
Who would share an abandoned bank account,
Especially if containing some fabulous amount
Then of a sweepstakes I have become a winner
How strange since I didn’t even have to enter
A rich, foreign woman wants me to sponsor her
That I might be a murderer never seems to occur
One found my name as being defrauded, on a list
That he can get my money back he does insist
Since I’ve not been cheated even a single time,
I know for certain that he is a lying ball of slime
And every time any foreign plane does crash
The entire wealthy family, to death, it does dash
If I can just say that I am the very next of kin,
Then a profitable sharing of assets can begin
To avoid being cheated, just follow sane advice
Don’t open any spam, much less look at it twice
Categories:
defrauded, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
I
November 18 is a day of victory
Missionary doing good for Jesus
Defrauded of thousands, "2-week loan"
Finally the courts brought back that cash
My LORD, in His time, shows faithfulness
In Africa, I doubted the system, not His
System of Justice, but man's. Now I bless
II
Richard L. came to visit; "consistent" - you know it
Some writers here have discipline, daily poet - TREE
Flows as leaves (said Belle) or roots, shoots, fruits:
I feel the urge to thank Jesus in public places -
Because there are no secret service Christians ;
Or we ought not be secret agents of Christ Jesus,
But willing to speak truth, our salvation, grace
To all, with humility and boldness, shown in Paul
The greatest early missionary, apostle - in the flesh -
Did not see Jesus, but LIGHT on the Damascus Road
And that unmistakable Voice: You persecute Me
When you touch those who call me LORD, Savior, Friend.
III
Amen
Shalom, shalom, shlaom
Categories:
defrauded, appreciation, jesus,
Form:
Other