Best Fraud Poems
a hallway. offices. tinted sunlight.
people who have forgotten my name.
but i am here.
and then a room. and a meeting.
and i am unprepared.
“you’re up” says the leader.
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.
my mind screams.
my throat locks.
and then a word fights through the scream.
and i breathe. and find a voice.
and then another word.
and a thought.
then relevance.
i am moving.
and eyes do not wander.
but the scream fights on:
they will find out.
i was connected at one time.
so the scream would fade.
but not now.
these many years later.
“we could use you again,”
he had said.
and i had relented.
but why? boredom? faith?
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.
“what have you been up to?”
he had asked.
and i had lied.
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.
“what on EARTH are you talking about?!”
demands the one who should have taken over for me.
and the throat locks again.
and the scream rises up.
and he knows it.
but sympathy has no place here.
so i struggle with the scream.
and find the words to hide the Fraud
as he shakes his head in disgust.
and i remember why i left.
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”
State of Confusion
No to progress
Yes to Pence
No to openness
Yes to the camps
No to socialism
Yes to the lemmings
No to healthcare
Yes to healthcare
Very confusing
However
You have the worst healthcare
That's not confusing
Someone wrote his speech
Pay attention
They do not write his tweets
Llies upon lies
Poison ivy infects the land
Everyone is scratching their heads
Some though hide in the sand
Heads buried in hatred's depth
Comrades
Wake up!
Starting to question
if reality is real
Society seated in a medicine cabinet
so nobody has to feel
The world has convinced the truth to lie
Manufactured tears produced
so no one has to cry
Everyone banking off yesterday's credit
so nobody has to go out and try
Walking plastic seems to be fine
Cowards choosing surgery
to put in a spine
I stay real and continue to live
You sold out
and refused to give
Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.
But the media still run cover for her.
Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the civil rights movement. Only problem is that she stole it from an interview that Martin Luther King gave in 1965.
But the media still run cover for her.
She hasn’t done a press conference in 87 days since she became the nominee because her handlers are terrified of her word salads. Like Joe, she can only speak from a prepared script.
But the media still run cover for her.
The media don’t fact check her because she’s one of them - a gigglin’ woke Trump deranged puppet of the radical left.
That’s why media run cover for her.
60 Minutes got caught editing her answers to make her seem intelligible to voters and are refusing to release the transcript of the interview. That’s election interference.
And so the media will do everything they can to get her elected.
You really think Putin and Xi and all the other dictators and despots of this world are scared of Kamala? You think Iran and Hezbollah and Hamas are shaking in their boots at the prospect of a Kamala presidency?
It’s Trump they fear!
You’ve been gaslit for long enough…vote wisely and vote often (just kidding, we don’t want a repeat of 2020).
If there was no election fraud:
Then why so much determination to stop discussion about it?
If it is one big lie, are they calling all the Americans who testified liars?
Those who testified after signing sworn affidavits?
Even with those being brave enough to do so with death threats?
If it is so much of a lie, then why aren’t they in jail?
For that is the consequence for lying after signing the affidavit
They are not to blame for their testimony restricted to state legislatures,
Instead of being allowed into the courts, where it should be presented
Why didn’t the main stream media cover these hearings in detail?
To me, it doesn’t matter what side you are on or affiliated with
This is a federal election with proven evidence, numbers and facts,
Truly revealed in hours of testimony from credible witnesses
I would like to believe that anyone would want this fairly reviewed
It is shocking such serious matters are ignored and discounted
After all, it is our votes involved in the outcome, regardless of the result
To think that fairness in something like this goes ignored, is appalling
*We all have a right to ask these questions
Heidi Sands
2/4/21
All work ethics and human virtues, he hoards
for twenty-five years, he has never stepped on mud
in him, civil service has a lord
every signboard shows he’s a man of his word
against financial crimes, his clothings include a sword
the spectrum of his fans is nowhere near broad
and has rejected any pen that has written fraud.
Metaphor of fraud
In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers
Yellowed silence buries last memories
Autumn and curtain above my book are broken
Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal
There are no words between metaphors of tears
I bite darkness, fonts and white letter
Due to the rust of time the promise digests
In the corners of ignorance a broken violin hushes
Char lips I begin the ballad of fraud
A frozen key cannot reopen any door anymore
The same you walk and smash, the same you wake up,
the same you raise and fall,
Lie and cry or be quiet, but kiss the mornings in the heart
All the gym's a stage
And all the pale boys merely players;
Unconvincing ones, too.
At the theatre entrance
I part with pride
For a curious form of Vaudeville.
The maxims of inertia invert.
No longer are the masters
Of the ruling class.
To make up for their deficit,
They perform:
Cackle, strut, and prance disgustingly,
Strive insensitively to sound “street,”
To be street.
(Street actors.)
It must be black magic
To float over concrete,
To steer balls
Into circles.
Audience: the girls and I,
But especially
The dark magicians themselves,
Who either sponsor their imitators,
Or disapprove and sneer.
Cheated of my cash again,
I hurry backstage
And recognize the actors
Without their costumes,
Sporting familiarity: Hollister, Jansport, Abercrombie.
The bell rings; they exit;
The shoe polish
Washes off their faces;
They morph
Into rich white boys
Once more.
Slick Joe was a famous pool ace
but his honesty didn't keep pace.
His shots hit pockets
as if guided rockets
thanks to his laser in its place.
Just one more duty to perform...
The moon is full and navel orange on this hot August night. The crickets and tree frogs have just begun their sublime serenade. In the distance, the steady clickety, clickety, click of a train wending it's way along the track soothes my nerves and before long I am lost in reflection of my recent past-
At forty-five my life was idyllic. The perfect wife, three awesome kids and a steady, stable career with the United States Marine Corps. I was living the American dream in all its pampered glory. That is, until I met her
Half my age with devil-green eyes that lasered straight through my ribcage and into my heart, catching me quite off guard. Soon, our weekend affairs were filled with expensive dining, alcohol and cocaine-laced nights of revelry followed by the kind of sex you'd die for. How could I resist? How could any man of flesh? She was a sorceress sent by Satan himself to seduce and entrap my very soul. All she asked was that I leave my world behind - the wife, the kids, everything and everyone that ever meant anything to me. Leave it all for her. In return - a life of hedonistic pleasures beyond my imagination. Adrenalin rushed through my veins causing my heart to explode and my brain to overload. I promised her everything. I would lie for her, cheat for her, steal for her, even murder for her. I placed my bet, sealed the deal. The game was full on.
Six months later she dumped me for a stockbroker.
I am left with nothing
Suddenly, the cry of a wolf howling in the distance snaps me out of my trance. That is my cue. I know what must be done. Here, deep in the Appalachian mountains, no one will find me. In reality, no one will bother searching.
Just one last duty to perform
American tax cheat
IRS hot seat
Freedom is a captivating illusion
Just a dream you know
She seduces the naïve
And keeps the simple believing
Those who live that dream
Become victims of seduction
Fewer decide differently
And then forever
Fight the fetters
Which trap them in the truth
Dodged by default
With innocent arrogance
By the unbelieving
There is a FRAUD and a THIEF
Apparently from Nigeria
Who plagiarizes all day long
He steals poetry for pleasure
And post on internet
Under his own name
His favorite source is
POETRYSOUP.COM
And who could blame him
We are the best cauldron
Of international poets
On the planet.
He goes by the name of ETTAH AUSTINE
And has no integrity, in his profile says:
"As a writer & a creator,
I'm giving you my experiences.
But just take what I give you.
You ain't got to pry beyond that."
The audacity… he’s basically admitting
That he’s stealing and not to ask questions !
ETTAH AUSTINE is a disgrace to POWER POETRY
He even has the gall to post a Leanne Rimes song!!!
They say the greatest form of flattery is theft of a poem
Or is it that the lowest shameless form
Of an excuse for a human being is a thief
We say get this ETTAH AUSTINE off the internet
If you resent having your poetry stolen
They’d love to hear it at
help@powerpoetry.org
posted on August 18, 2019
as COLLABORATION FROM POETRYSOUP.COM POETS
First day on the job, co-worker confides
“Bullies here get rough.
When they call your bluff
you can count on me to stand by your side.”
Conversation thrives;
Contemplation drives
my curiosity to hear out Ben’s mind.
Many issues find our positions aligned.
Can I depend on Ben?
Long story he told, how his parents died.
The story towered,
pity he devoured.
Neighbors had raised him, neglect bona fide.
Imagination
defied foundation.
One colleague verified, “Ben invents the truth;
He lives with his parents still, well past his youth. “
Can I depend on Ben?
Last week, he boasted he’d gotten a raise;
deceit’s his onus.
“Twas just a bonus,
which we all got in a matter of days.
As auditor-clerk
he does top-notch work;
his skill in mathematics amazes me.
Yet how (and why) can he lie so blatantly?
Can I depend on Ben?
I will admit unfair apprehension
which causes me grief.
Could he be a thief?
Don’t want to be a source of contention.
Is lying a crime?
Truth will out in time.
I'm considering his vested point of view;
but cannot count any guarantee as true.
We talk, then I walk away from this yahoo.
Can I depend on Ben?
Fraud makes a fearful friend.
written May 17, 2018
contest: Gregory Barden's Qarinage, Any Topic (new form)
Democracy hypocrisy
Hypnotising justice
Victimising masses
Africa, Asian, countries
Fightings, freedom cries,
The rich, the powerful sides
America, the British allies,
The House of Commons is
white,
Slavery, hate, injustice arise
Russia, the Arabs to wise
The power of victory is sacrifice
Atomic power, nuclea mis-
energy
Philosophies of discrimination hues
Colour, creed, a bias of races
Politics, the poor's soul
bleedings,
Democracy is a fraud.