Best Hoodwinks Poems

She slips in late, almost every day,
begins her work, though it’s mostly play,
first catches up with her office mates---
every detail, her loves and her hates;
each story repeated several times or more,
to everyone passing her wide-open door;
after some minutes, she grabs up the phone,
most often personal,...

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Pallikarnai,one of
the prominent
waterbodies that
once provided life
breath to Chennai
(Tamilnadu, India)
is now a garbage
dumpyard. It now
serves as a moving
symbol of how the
civilized can
threaten the
environment.


I

Pallikarnai
Resounds
In the Alps.
Retches the
himalayas.

Foams
In the Ganges.
Forays the volga.

Muddles
In the Amazon
Mucks the Nile.

Incarnates
In myriad moulds
And disguises
Around the world.

Masking the demon
behind
Hoodwinks the
beholder
Letting none to
snare.

II

The subjacent hell
Pandemic...

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With that rare gift of gab for deceiving,
wooing, unsuspecting victims of his,
a shrewd, forked tongued charmer he truly is.


He hoodwinks the naive into giving
hard-earned money as gift or donation
to this sect or that denomination

for a VIP banquet reservation
or some kind of lay-away plan seven
for a...

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White and pure
Light and soft
The swan shows strength
As launched aloft

Gliding smooth
Across the lake
Majestic king
Or disguised fake

He swims so gently
Yet below sight
The propulsion needed
Take all his might. 

Analogous  with calm
And chaos in equal measure
The swan hoodwinks us all
In his apparent pace of leisure....

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The warmth of the sun
The smell in the air
Giving the illusion
Summers nearly here. 

Spring is yet to fully
Emerge from winter’s grip,
Yet the thought of lighter evenings
Gives my heart a chance to skip. 

The crackle of excitement
Of summer’s red hot night
Is tangible, I taste it, 
It’s...

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Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams,
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies.
A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles,
a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies.

A Brooklyn bridge, a few penniless thoughts,
next to some wasted time and...

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Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos bark,
I heard its pecking
as I drifted into this glade
here in the middle of somewhere.

Somewhere songbirds and squirrels
hustle like hoodlums on their arboreal streets,
but here silence is a rope-less tent
pitched under a million feet of sky.

I think I could...

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