Best Foist Poems

Push-Pull leaders
demand your gripe
at either end of their
hangman's rope
Your willing hoist
of their own petard,
the Devil's foist
of his own retard.


"retard" in this sense="delay," as in delaying tactics. 

1John 5:19.
Luke 4:5-8.
John 17:14-16.
Daniel 2:44,45.

"For tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and't shall go...

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Written: September 16, 2023
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In arrant essence, without a fight,
Herald of vamps, in the dead of night
Ushers a raw wave that captivates,
The heights of the cosmos resonate.

Wax in our ears, the truth we long to hear,
Despite fear or quaint hopes, with zeal, we steer.
In bravery, the...

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Moth and mist kiss her lips
her loneliness from the dark dew
And how she grips nomadic clouds
As if that was her only foist.


I ache for their sighs and songs
her strong want to embrace the welkin
But when she reached the tempest
It hugs her deeper than my embrace.


Written:...

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Goddess of storm and dissidence, Lilith
begot by spurious legend and foolish myth
in the dark recesses of pastoral histories
where ancient mysteries
were defiled.

Illegitimate child.

Apollo's seed, by Roman Empire
inquisitional rules inquire, to her whereabouts
seeping fetid doubts, in the bones of the survivors.
Submission required by slave drivers,

And the Elite,
now...

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Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects

G.. is Akbar!

Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant emperor
whose newly-ordered cosmos
much as Tamerlane and Genghis Khan's blood
mixed gods
invented...

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Fate's fickle fingers
frequently foist frustration
and fortune 'fore us

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(C) John C Michaels, 2014...

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We leave all we are in the hand of history,
future of our past, past of our future...
when the sun light shines upon the commoners,
let the Izaga  masquerade stand tall above them
to prevent the fury of it terrible burns. 
Life is a mess worthless to...

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From the very moment my Mom taught me how to use a spoon,
From her mouth was uttered that old familiar tune:
"The kids in Asia are starving, now Bobby, clean your plate!"
Her admonition was final and left no tolerance for debate!

I tried to foist upon the...

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prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
   a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows, 
   clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                               ...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill...

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Black shrouds blue
a dingy hue
This greedy minscus constricts us

~~~Mother Earth's shameful eyepatch~~

A gull's squak gurgled crude
chirping 89 octane birdsongs
forever grounded by fossil fuel fettered feathers
sharp eyes, glazed over, searching the horizon
for a savior from this senselessness

Feed the steely beasts,
produced in fleets,
chrome teeth and audible horns,
the...

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admittely i am one treasonous cat
and people everywhere had better take note
i ain't no republican nor democrat
and i don't see any reason for phools to vote

listen up people, 
politics are a plague perceived of by desperate men
folks who sold themselves out fora few sheckles or...

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 ~The Hot Spell Is Over~
Watching the clouds gather
There is thunder in the air
After a beautiful week 
It really doesn’t seem fair
We finally cast off winter woollies
Then sat with hankies on our heads
Tomorrow I suppose the Wellingtons are out
And we put back on our winter...

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Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan

Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,      (Take back the dubious colours of this bouquet) 
Ces lettres qui font mon supplice, ...

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