Best Knavish Poems

A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.

Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan...

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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi


Upon my quest for quintessence.
I was an amorist, 
positive in poetic philosophies.
Elysian and empyrean effigies,
enlightened in an ephemeral existence.
Life a fragile garland 
festooned with a frangipani fragrance,
meandered in meadows of melodies,
a mouthpiece to a frivolous...

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I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant gloom.
Like a pestiferous browsing parasite
Intent on some impending doom.

Crawl! Crawl away from sight...
I reject all you say and do. Find
Another...

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Written: September 18, 2023
Unwritten Absence Poetry Contest              Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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In the absence of ink—in a nexus of poetic dreams,
Anathematized by disconsolate on nebulous beams,
Whispers of unwritten absence, inveigled by fate,
Decry solace...

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When the world seems at its end and the righteous ones have begun to bend,when injustice is now considered just and there is no one to trust, when the police force becomes knavish and criminals are at the apex of power and there seems to...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle

Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My...

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A pendulum is but a slave of time:
What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where
The folding waves can find a friendly clime,
Far from the bloody dagger of despair. 

Inveigled by amorphous accolades
Of lust, the lure to scry and linger thin
In search of faithful memories soon...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint 
Redound steadfast triumphs 
unwarrantably viscous wispy
XX
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Zany are bold claims...

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Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your path, blind

Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights are on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid...

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Years ago God the Creator in facebook
Outright blocked knavish Satan the Crook. 
When unblocked, anew he
A request sent in glee, 
That God accepted by fluke !...

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Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent 
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in...

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You ever heard love scream, you ever seen love dream, you ever heard love ask 4 more love or so it seemed, love can be a theme, so I’ve seen a human being unfaithfully loving another human being, how can 2 souls mate when falsehood...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle

Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My...

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Surviving the Venal
          by Odin Roark

As we peer into the future
As far as we dare see
There glides effortlessly down entitlement throats
The six o’clock cocktails of gin and vodka
While cups of water appease
Shrunken stomachs in desperation

As after...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.

And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots, now seen
to sow what has no further meaning.

And in the...

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