Best Hoodwink Poems
The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged, just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage.
Her skin a hyaline shear
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to childhood,
she wants to shelter there,
to be her own child.
Small breasts bob under
burgundy nipples,
buds made more prominent,
anchored as they are
to shipwrecked ribs.
Designer bling distracts.
Cameras whir, she poses,
one hand on a denuded hip,
not resting there,
but stealthily carrying
an ounce of flesh,
toward a spotlight.
We collude with her,
applaud the way
she decorates a condition.
We all know her emaciated beauty
is a mutual hoodwink.
We know that the closer to death
sexuality becomes,
the more rapacious our appetite,
the more we will wail,
as she slips
through our hungry hands.
Categories:
hoodwink, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A paradise of perpetual peace...
there's no struggle, there's no sleaze,
there's no murky sky to spread malice.
glaciers and rivers of honey embellish.
crystal chandeliers, all sparkling upon
effulgent stars shining aeon after aeon
the beacon of light, when we are gone
beyond the clouds, a Shangri-La dawn.
Enchanting heavens, glories of mirage
Are they Hotels where luxuries collage?
The real heaven is not virtue or sin
not swan songs on a serenade violin
It's only pure love buried deep within
spinning daily lives inspite of it's din.
caring for each other with words kind
hatred and violence, don't make us blind
heaven or hell, it's all only in the mind
a mosaic, of light and shade combined.
So how far is the heaven do you think?
The kingdom of God? Is it a hoodwink?
Categories:
hoodwink, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
How my raw heart raved
At the news of your departure
For them that can read
The sands of a forlorn heart
Will the rains ever come again
And hover my lover back to me?
I groped for the blind guide
Swore to fence his inner sight
To eternally end his thieving me
Of the only pearl
That my heart longs to keep:
That my eyes long to behold!
I cried on my mother’s lap
‘Let me be; I must have her
I must fly after her!’
Was all that forsoothing
No more than just a hoodwink-
A coquette’s meanly premium?
These torrid passions
Of a lonely heart
Have torn an unforgettable path
Thru’ the hows, whys and wherefores
Of a gallant search
For something to treasure!
Were I a prince, a poet or even a pauper
I would lead a chaste life
I would attend to my calling
Forget all the wicked nightmares
And attune to a life of celibacy and negritude
I would forfeit the worldly harvest!
You who travel to her nooks and corners
Will you tell me what’s behind the horizon?
What clouds hide me from her skyline?
Is there another star under God’s heaven
That shines brighter in her heart1
Tell me- my vigilant sensibilities.
Categories:
hoodwink, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Pardon skepticism, but it’s true
There’s too much ado about Swine Flu
Thirty-one deaths by May of ‘09
In 25 nations worldwide
Avoid all public transportation
And forego annual vacations
Protect us from the dreaded Swine Flu
By closing our schools and churches too
The government was slow to react
When HIV first left its tracks
On drug users, gay communities
Thousands died in the 1980s
But when the “pure of soul” met demise
With blood transfusions linked to lost lives
AIDS won interest from politicians
Lightning struck, they sprang into action
Swine Flu can kill, but what’s the fuss?
Other illnesses claim more of us
Look back to the Fourteenth Century
For true epidemiology
Black Death caused widespread annihilation
Nearly half Europe’s population
The Smallpox deadly legacy
Egypt-born, 1350 BC
Fifteen million had this disease
As recent as the 1960s
Eradication finally defined
December 1979
Return to Century Fourteen
To find the world’s first quarantines
Cholera ships confined to ports
But still this plague reached landlubbers’ doors
Regular flu in winter thrives
Each week taking 800 lives
Though common colds seldom spell doom
Thousands flock to emergency rooms
So answer this: Why all the hype
When Swine Flue takes a gentler bite
Newspaper headlines must be filled
Across their banners Swine Flue spills
Or could these reports be diversions
For something more foul in our nation
Are dogs now being wagged by their tails
As health hazards go, the Swine Flu pales
Hire Willie to write a theme song
But don’t expect us to sing along
Don’t blink, or Washington may think
They’ve succeeded in this hoodwink
Categories:
hoodwink, health, history, socialmay, drug,
Form:
Quatrain
They
Provocatively present;
Frame; focus; capture
Eyes hoodwink, smiles beguile
Us
Categories:
hoodwink, business, celebrity, fashion, political,
Form:
Cinquain
(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf
of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin snuff pinch)
hitter to aright "FAKE"
government even a cameo by David Lynch,
would pilot ship of state with nary a flinch
bucking creative enterprise winch
cha ya know
as writ by this average Joe
brainstorms offbeat ideas
caw king like a black crow
boot probably relegated
to same fate as dodo
bird long extinct,
asper could also be woe
full destiny of this poe
whit (wannabe), plus aspirant
aiming, mulling, vying,
et cetera tubby
next presidential bozo
and thwart further ruses to hoodwink
by subterfuge, treachery, unethical...brink
man ship, Capital One citizen bankers
to re: captcha how to MAGA,
and avoid pitching country
slipping into behavioral sink,
which White House bumstead "FAKE"
golden blond dee antics even entice pink
panther to coon sitter entering 2020 elections
amidst what promises tubby hang nail biting,
knuckle cracking, hair pulling - each kink
Putin on brakes against
collusion, sans frightful - link
king voter bribery, disenfranchisement, fraud...
calling joint efforts of Captain Nemo,
Captain Kangaroo, Captain America...ink
kin, a pact (minus any imp) potent fink
power hungry, money grubbing, apprenticed
tan hatt man spinning wheel of misfortune
beady barren eyes that never blink
immodest, impertinent, impudent,
et cetera hyperlink
to flesh eating, debauchery,
bacchanalian web pages
kickstarting naked lunch high jink.
Categories:
hoodwink, age, allegory, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 44
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Whose – dare you guess – already sinking in drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
World transformed by Einsteins Nobel laureates
Poised by Dark Ages men on abysmal brink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Party-mad men serve their term without regrets
Yes make improvements cut ribbons dine toast drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
Parties win with funds from business pockets
High finance pollutes parties leaders hoodwink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Blame it on industry on progress rockets
Not on men whose greed drags us down the stink sink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
Plimsoll Line at two degrees’ Russian roulettes
Not to abstain NOW means aims aren’t worth the think
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
hoodwink, environment, political, violence, world,
Form:
Villanelle
*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.
Tale of The Night Movers
Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.
Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed
within your ethereal pull
exacting Cupid's pursuit
impresses dependably.
Slay suspicious initiatives
yond hints of their riddled
hearts pausing serenity
and tryst capers a fullness
until dawning climbs to a
whispering.
Anticipatory confidences
secure immature adoration,
gift a sense of a certain fling,
for shared planned proof that
sensorial alliance is immortal.
Abiding hearts, minds, and
souls and that its permanence
lingers in all three entities to
be truly entrusted versus all
hardships that dare.
Any challenge purposeth
distraction swayed to disrupt
sanctioned harmony and
impose their nightly fight and
an easy win over the weak.
Lovers supposed union is but
a temporal existence, and
Cupid's aim slumbered apiece,
held in stasis as hostages host
for thoughts to fester.
A mire of serendipity and wished
upon measures of advice, out
from this unlit pullback of the
unimaginative lost, but hail to
the victorious and glorious.
Righteous grit encountering the
opaque influences of damaging
desires to hoodwink the candid
that wore down night's ethical
battle and fortuitous claim.
Justified inevitableness outlasts
twilight's hold by conquering the
gloaming tripped-upon dawn's
call ends nightmarish corps to
collapse.
Cherubs reward a star's chariot
ascent who condones a handheld
coursing and are hereby blessed
with a kiss of permanence and a
dreamt descent.
2022 July 30
Categories:
hoodwink, extended metaphor, good night,
Form:
Metrical Tale
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three
Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman
Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown
She thread her way through free-flying curses to reach Darling Dears
There the Arabic she picked up through sucking Maghreb rivers overflown
Now stood her in secret stead to hoodwink jasmine band of Dears :
The Chief had to warn Robo-Cops not to succumb to their lures
For such sacrilege could in an instant flare Jihadi fires
So he bade Robo-Cops to keep to the rear with their gears
The Chief of Staff (CS) took things into own hands to set up SCCOO :
Supreme Crisis Council of Operations to lead succour
Moved relief Robo-Cop contingents on to the playing fields
Along the swimming pool and sealed off the hillock’s back door
Moved heavy artillery on Prefecture hump overlooking mosque
Authorized overlake Bastille Day practice flights at dusk :
Fighter planes’ red-white-blue smoke streaks drew gasps from assembled crowds
And gave the Franquist woman in chador chance to sneak in mosque
While some Faithful steeped in Maghreb prayers shook in fear inside
The wily woman murmured under burqa state of the mosque divide
The Chief (C ) wanted her to approach the muezzin’s tower steps :
« Nothing doing ! » she spoke into micro : « All sealed cordon-tied ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
hoodwink, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
too bad
so sad
your dad
relief
my grief
you thief
away
hooray
good day
money
funny
I plea
think fool
you tool
no school
your ride
so snide
I sighed
the bar
so far
jaguar
you drink
me think
hoodwink
Categories:
hoodwink, addiction, betrayal, school, son,
Form:
Footle
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 11
STANZA X
Even as this Royal Lay comes to an end
Yet one more crime hatched on one more ruse and lie
Gets committed to drive this one round the bend:
“Bite the bait, harrowed be, before you die!”
Same message for more than half a century
The Kafkayesque trial that wastes energy:
Witnesses who’d gladly turn King’s evidence
Lawyers who’d hoodwink you and make no pretence
The migrant crowd trained to oust you out of bounds
To please authority Left or Right of fence
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
ENVOI
“Freemasons Grand Orient kind take offence,
Want you kept down whatever your innocence:
At the highest level this decision stands!”
Said de Gaulle Police Chief in-charge of defence.
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
hoodwink, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Ballade
Fake Food Anyone
Hohoho....
First it was fake food and vegetables for the house decor......
Until one day the line was crossed and food as we know before.....
Are no longer assumed to be natural to be consumed as freely as before...
The Japanese started off with decorative food replicas.....
Naturally next came the impossible Chinamen in mainland China....
Mass producing fake food products to hoodwink their billions of comrades...
Now we have fake food items you would never think possible...
Fake eggs, fake cabbages, plastic rice, fake meat floss....
Every other day, the list just grow longer on and on...
This is a new find, seasonal moon cakes with prices sky high...
Enticingly packed in highly attractive boxes so sublime....
You'll buy, thinking it is just a seasonal festive thing....
But high prices do not guarantee food items in all its originality....
As this video clip shows up ever so clearly...
Hohoho... it pays to be wise, maybe suspicious even.....
The consumer world is full of unpleasant surprises....
Especially with so many food items Made in China for her masses...
Hohoho.....
Referring to the latest video clip over whatsapp service...
Showing a princely quality looking box of mooncake delicacy...
And a voice over expressing misgivings about its actual quality...
When the greenish paste fillings of a cut mooncake ....
Looks and feels decidedly rubbery and unnatural in quality...
Categories:
hoodwink, anxiety, community, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Give yourself
A round of applause.
You did pull one over on me
And laughed at my expense.
Well-done, grasshopper.
Well-played, but you revealed
The tricks of your trade in the process.
The jig is up, Mr. Swindler;
Now I get to laugh at you
Reuse them again to snow me.
You regurgitate the same old methods
To hoodwink and entrap me.
Haven't you no shame?
You're as transparent as cellophane;
so predictable I enjoy mocking you.
You bit me once and broke my skin,
But now I see you've got no teeth!
Born yesterday, my eyes
Are wide open today!
There's no magic in your sleight of hand.
I've got your number, and you're out of tricks.
You've tried your level best
To inscribe "fool" on my forehead,
But have you checked yours
In the mirror lately?
*work of fiction*
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Categories:
hoodwink, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...
For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank commensurate Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
donned with torn (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent – bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will happily, laughably parody
any vigilantes spot on cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
dinned communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how
Democrats plan to hold
world web hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark web bitcoin blockchain trolled
to collude with "crooked Hillary"
under Ponzi scheme auspices doled
courtesy, sans spongebobsquarepants
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily scrutinizing,
policing, monitoring and
fortifying electronic Internet scaffold.
Categories:
hoodwink, absence, encouraging, faith, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.
Categories:
hoodwink, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse