Best Embezzling Poems
-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet-
Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause
The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance,
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest,
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein
You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal,
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."
I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter,
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer
Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light,
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes,
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.
If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause
by;PD
I do it for fun
Categories:
embezzling, dedication, deep, inspirational, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Dawn
hopeful, expectant
tantalizing, exhilarating, inviting
friends, citizens, government, politicians
inciting, embezzling, dictating
greedy, covetous
Darkness
Categories:
embezzling, political,
Form:
Diamante
I know you're out there
I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
I echo it, but place with intent
each finger-step just SO
each notion a necklace of keystrokes
individually-knotted
pearlescent beauties, round ...
~ I squeeze my mind of chaos, tamped and blessed
Thoughts gossamer, these tapestries I've pressed
'Tween leaves of crimped reprieves, if dispossessed ~
I scream without a face
my voice of subtle silence howling windward
I scratch messages on cell walls
my red breath burnt with the truth of negligence
exquisite sculptures ...
the words dripping like stigmata
Madonna's bloody tears, each precious ...
~ I place these golden dreams in phrased bequests
Bright dazzled shining gems of hearts expressed
Adorned with tender odes to thrum their breasts ~
How do SUCH ears not hear?
How can such breath-embezzling eyes not capture?!?
Should your own gray matter dance a-tongue
its metallic tang of truth would be lost
I would BEG you hate me ... with every fibre
but that is not love's opposite
THAT demon is the monster called 'Indifference' ...
~ I knot the rope wrapped 'round my throat, aware
That you and yours are pleased to kick the chair
Is there naught ONE poetic soul ... should care?? ~
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Does Anyone Care" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
embezzling, appreciation, introspection, poetry, society,
Form:
Free verse
I know you're out there ...
I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
I echo it, but place with intent
each finger-step, just SO
each notion a necklace of keystrokes
individually-knotted ...
pearlescent beauties, round ...
~ I squeeze my mind of chaos, tamped and blessed
Thoughts gossamer, these tapestries I've pressed
'Tween leaves of crimped reprieves, if dispossessed ~
I scream without a face
my voice of subtle silence howling windward
I scratch messages on cell walls
my red breath burnt with the truth of negligence
exquisite sculptures ...
the words dripping like stigmata
Madonna's bloody tears, each precious ...
~ I place these golden dreams in phrased bequests
Bright dazzled shining gems of hearts expressed
Adorned with tender odes to thrum their breasts ~
how do SUCH ears not hear?
how can such breath-embezzling eyes not capture?!?
should your own gray matter dance a-tongue
its metallic tang of truth would be lost ...
I would BEG you hate me ... with every fibre
but that is not love's opposite
THAT demon is the monster called 'indifference' ...
~ I knot the rope wrapped 'round my throat, aware
That you and yours are pleased to kick the chair
Is there naught ONE poetic soul ... should care?? ~
... not one?
Categories:
embezzling, analogy, care, metaphor, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
You’ll wanna forget, but I’ll sell your kisses for a bag and a rig.
My glory rides on a brick and a gram
You’ll never get more then half my mind.
I’ll eat ya to put you to sleep
Cause my dick won’t step up half the time.
Your eyes shut to tapping my vein
Dancing through shards of moonlight, emptying your purse.
I can score while your searching your plastic case for your pretty face.
Sweet poems and construction paper cards were pregame.
Now I finger through your parents drawers, quarter rolls are good enough.
Do you still crave me babe?
How’s third place, my two best buds a needle away?
Even when my eyes aren’t dotted up it isn’t fair.
Just a routine, credit card debt and jail don’t scare.
With me we’re always in the midst of thunder
Recoveries pink clouds in front but out of grasp.
Absence of luck permits you to hang on to my spirit embezzling tears.
I’ll be smiling at the freedom, Ignoring your texted stabs.
Long sleeves and 50 hour work weeks fooled your parents, but
The mirrors sunken and pale my features lost to warmth artificial from my heart.
Everything is gonna be cool as long as no one sees my arms.
Penniless, I’ll dissolve all my cravings under my tongue… for a week.
Steaks marinated in Pabst followed by talks of your creation.
We can lay in bed alll day watching Hulu and melting time.
For once I’ll be all your’s no more rocks disrupting my brain.
As soon as pay day hits I’ll sprint out the front door.
Categories:
embezzling, depressionday, me,
Form:
Free verse
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
Categories:
embezzling, africa, appreciation,
Form:
Ballad
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
embezzling, corruption, dark, humanity, society,
Form:
Acrostic
Ashes to transcendence mid infested holy waters
naught bearing ascertained compassionate divinity,
mad puppet masters fleecing wings in lieu of
ceremoniously exorcised influential malignancy
at the right hand of almightily held hallucinations
strapped over barrels & sanctimoniously flogged,
no show of mercy notwithstanding devoted defenses,
residing within sacredly inventive corrupt corporations
embezzling enterprising riches' dutiful abstractions,
bless them Father for they woefully neglected
the word of all gods' intent and persuasions, serving
no higher purpose than to gild collective repositories
of sinfully en-massed wealth in the name of religion
and the sacrificed blood of Jesus' crucified convictions
written upon coveted covenants' ingrained biblical bluffs,
struck settling false witnesses' far-side excised stonework
Categories:
embezzling, abuse, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone sees
except the clown
eternal illusions
edged into oblivion
exposed
even old ladies laugh now and know
earmark of fool
ego bigger than a hallmark brain
egotistical mind ejaculated into space
eccentricity of ai caught red handed
embodiment of fraud
emotionless thief who steals the spotlight
empathy a pill he will never swallow
embezzling attention anyway he can
enchanted realms, he has been forbidden
encroaching on poetic graveyards, a sin
ears that hear, eyes that see
escape this villain, run for sanity
Categories:
embezzling, character, humor,
Form:
Alliteration
Onward I go
taking a step further in search for peace
liberation
freedom from deceitful misery
that obliges with the scent of insecurity and intimidating inevitability
of a world filled with so much insincerity and atrocities
Onward I march into the freedom of liberation for my soul
away from the scenes and thoughts that blur and numb me further away from serenity
I dance to be beat in rhythmic synchrony to the compelling forces of the ice-like
crystallizing waves beneath
I soar in dancing tune to the dancing echoes as heavenly avatars unknown respond in
gliding showers refreshing soaring approaching in response to reclamation of what is mine,
what I need, the essence of me, defiling defamations, constructing inhabitions
smothering my way to a world my soul awaits to see
Onward I march under showers of salvation
as I become one, reborn, to that eternity
watching as the gloomy clouds unfurl slowing into hollowed receptions in this glacious
zone sewn with inscriptions gluing green
Onward I dance, setting an index of redemption ready to fly
as I embark on the journey of the unending road
running in-between shadows opaque that dissect reminiscing with thoughts embezzling what
is mine
desperate I resuscitate transacting with the world I want to see
feeling sounds of the inevitable cooling whip-like lashes of my tainted being on this
mountain of mine
I feel kisses tingle on me in hallucinating dignity
through nature’s beautifying eyes of rescue
as it sets my sight worthy of each of its corresponding flickering flashes
setting my conscience loose as I ascend, fly
come
and
watch
me
free
as
I
fade
growing
in
diminuending-crescendo
with
the
wind
Categories:
embezzling, on writing and wordsworld,
Form:
Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.
Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.
Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were traded like commodities,
Rights, trampled upon,
Lower classes, made labourers and creators of wealth for the upper classes and the Europeans.
Savannah, enslaved and then colonized,
Colonized, and then left devastated,
With dreams on the journey of no return.
Savannah! Savannah!
Brass are now fraudsters,
Embezzling without queries.
Forgetting their promises to the electorate.
Hmm! What a cruel Savannah.
Savannah's ancestors, watching in disgust,
And their laid efforts, sleeveless.
The ancestral land is dying.
The brasses forgetting the D day,
Where their wealth will be useless.
I wept furiously,
From today till tomorrow,
Savannah's misfortunes are unlimited to embark on.
Savannah, the great PARADISE for the GRENDEL.
Alimi Abdulkabir's Poetry
Categories:
embezzling, africa, anger, sad, satire,
Form:
Free verse
brigand connoisseur
embezzling my precious stones
counterfeit romance
stealing but the refined part
sterile, barren heart remains
Categories:
embezzling, lost love
Form:
Tanka
NOT MY NIGERIA
Not my Nigeria that is dead among them.
Not my Nigeria that is downtrodden,
Not my Nigeria that those helpless children
Are littered here and there like grains.
Not my Nigeria that I saw with a broken
Lips but pretends that all is well in a well.
Not in my Nigeria that those birds without
Songs are seen walking armful with arsenals
Not my Nigeria that Once stood gallantly,
but now mocked by dwarfs who knocks publicly on her...
We've waited so long, here is the season
Of our song which hang in our throats.
The Nigeria I know has no grave that
Never get satisfied nor earth that clamour
For more, not my Nigeria that is useless!
She is among notable notabilities on earth,
She is not in a deserted desert land as you think.
In her are bags pregnant with cash and wisdom.
Not my Nigeria that I see with a mournful song,
No! Not my Nigeria, not my Nigeria in abyss!
Tell the new born sun that Nigeria is great!
Tell the birthed wind that her mother is a warrior,
Our mother is a saviour; Saviour of the blacks.
She has learnt to be a mighty woman among all.
Not my Nigeria you see without eyes and nose,
She still see those embezzling in her well,
She still perceive the aroma of her children.
The Lines she outlined her feet are still there,
She is not missing, no! My Nigeria is not!
Not my Nigeria you see among those thieves there.
She has been lull away to new dreams and love.
Let Nigeria be Nigeria again not in a dream.
Let the silence of loneliness loot not her pride.
Not my Nigeria that is beaten hands down,
Not my Mother that is seen barking in the
Street like a mad dog chasing after nothing.
My Nigeria will overcome all this someday
When we gather to make Her Nigeria again.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
embezzling, africa, art,
Form:
Free verse
Poor, leased heart agreeing to a blind date
With malice aforethought you bartered the rate
Twas not petty theft my reason to sift
But treasonous plot my passion to shift
Trite misdemeanor to coyly my fallen spirit lift
Felonious assault my tendered soul to rift
Friendly interest, floated my sinking dreams on your balmy skiff
Accessory to heartache, allowing my fleeting hopes to drift
A bended ear feigning with my liabilities to relate
Lecherous charmer embezzling my allegiance, endearing my fate
Ceremoniously following decorum, my good graces to satiate
Callously counterfeiting my honor, your own ego to ingratiate
Categories:
embezzling, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Is mother still alive, brother?
Is she still breathing as a woman?
Why is she in the darkness crying?
Has the power outrage gotten here?
Has the fuel scarcity made the hospital
Not to put on their clamouring Gen?
What eyes will watch our large mouths,
Shaped by the sorrow of lost and failure.
We've failed our mother a million times,
We've eaten that fruit which she commanded
us not eat in this land of evil and pains.
Many of her Children are in the Rock;
Embezzling her body and soul while she dies here!
How mournful it is to say goodbye to one
Whose journey is of no return! Alas! We're lost.
Is mother still alive, sister Mary?
Touch her head and legs and feel her pulse!
Listen to her heartbeat and tell me of her condition!
How many of us are here now?
How many of her relations are here to see her?
Is uncle OKADIGBO here to see her?
Is OBIAJULU here with his flute of love?
What will be of her fate, Doctor?
I woke up in bed joyful but now I sit in sorrow,
Watching the sleeping eyes that once watched me.
Is there no one who will cure mother here?
Or shall we flew her to LONDON for treatment?
You answer me Senator GAFAR MUSA!
Answer me Governor MBADIWE OKORIE!
Don't you have anything to say President SARAKI?
We have wounded the patriotic pride of mother,
Her morose mood can testify to that accusation.
"Hello, where are you Governor FEMI?...
You are a goner, a fool, mother is dying here and
You are there fighting of her oil wells and money, why? Why? Why are you heartless?"
We are doom if anything should happen to mother Nigeria here!
Let's sound the drum in all the villages and towns!
Let's borrow the earful clamouring drum of the towncrier and move farther, let it be told that our
Mother is sick and needs healing urgent, very urgent.
Go! Go! Go!!! Go to every nook and crannies and tell them that our mother is dying in pains.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
embezzling, africa,
Form:
Blank verse