Best Manipulators Poems
How much of life do we catch
as we walk briskly past windows
behind each a drama unfolding
How much of life do we miss
as we speed past tenements teeming
with primal emotions, like downed power lines
alive with passion and angst
How much of life can we know as
as we fly across continents
spanning time zones of populations divers
running the gamut from AI-creators and
manipulators to prep cooks, no-counts and killers
How much of life would have enriched us if attention were paid
to the windows on the journeys that you and I've made
Categories:
manipulators, journey, life, loss, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Poets
Dreamers
We dream with eyes open
Manipulators of time and space
Masters of imaginary universes
Warriors
Lovers
Healers
Nothing is beyond our reach
Pen in hand
Heart allowed to flow free
Words the oxygen we breath
Dark
Hopeful
Philosophers of our day
Pointing the way
Wishing to be heard
Will others see beyond the words
To where the wisdom lay
We all have our roles to play
So yes we dream
With our open eyes
Hoping others realize
We don't wish to disguise
Yet sometimes hearts lie
If you look underneath
The metophor
You will find a key to the hidden door
In the end
Thats all we are asking for
Categories:
manipulators, creation, dance, dream, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I can see us now Luv,
pettin ponies, musing in warm moon light,
free versin in satin style, a smile born from genuine form,
Two hearts too stubborn for apologies or effigies of maybies,
sunburned by stardom, kingdom of monsters fathomed,
forlorned by the "Cloak and Dagger" of fox hunt horn,
withholdin my love from you feels like a wasted martyrdom,
The riverbanks of apocolypse may swell over my joy
but I will not drown Luv, I will not crumple,
winds of hysterical 'what could be' scratch my face
still I do not frown, I collapse not to the ground,
I am not a runaway from your palace of peeps & pain,
nor am I a tresspasser in your orchard of ecstacy,
I can no longer accept lovin you in the third person,
these masks of merrigold manipulation have become dreadful,
Much of my life has been spent defendin
against manipulators, abusers, haters, and mockers,
I needed to hear you say
that my affection for you was not taken for granted,
Thanks for being my Eve on those evenings of earnest thirst,
my Viper Rose, that it was I you chose, as God knows,
my love is not runnin, its stayin,
not prayin or playin
just gainin from the sayin,
love once levied is forever bevied,
gotta keep certain that my spine is mine Luv -
J.A.B.
Categories:
manipulators, inspirational love, love hurts,
Form:
Epic
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 1
No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears,
We don't care because we live in fear,
So we stop caring, stop steering and forget what we are hearing,
But I try to do the opposite,
I invite knowledge as a fit open minded disciple,
Mindful principles while keeping afar from idols and fools,
In this physical life experience with natural rules,
Everything we observe is a reaction of something,
Learning from all the reactions of my exterior,
And a teacher that enlightens to get ya,
Understanding deeply putting perceptions on track,
Sacking deceptions that I see clearly as wack,
Quincy Mac is back on the attack seeing we are ALL sick,
Deceived by our leaders through exoteric information,
But the truth is within an Ancient Esoteric examination,
Where we find the true explanation on how to stop our current damnation.
Subatomically observed,
These wise words are here to disturb,
The spiritual learned and unlearned,
Get ready to be over turned,
Open up your eyes, you need to learn what's in disguise,
So if you know how to discern wisely,
The unseen thinking patterns manifesting into Brain Activity,
Manifested and seen in a 3D reality,
The probability of the following possibility,
Of all of us having an Elite controlled Proxy,
Controlling almost all humans including you and me,
Stopping us from seeing,
Truth revealing truths, hidden so unseen,
A word to the listener reading this,
A left brain prisoner, a manipulators dream,
continued........at part 2
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015
Categories:
manipulators, allegory, care, meaningful, society,
Form:
Free verse
It's human nature to emulate surroundings
And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike
Stand in a group of happy people,
And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people,
And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people,
And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people,
And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people,
And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people,
And feel your adrenaline rise.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
So if you attract manipulators,
Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people,
Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers,
Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people,
Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal,
Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards,
Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
Categories:
manipulators, black african american, friend,
Form:
Free verse
Alpha and Omega, in the beginning was the word
Made spirit, made flesh, instinct, emotion, passion,
Apotheosis of all human experience!
For primeval man and woman, one breath,
One idiom, one allegory, and human nature
Materializes in the vile, venomous vociferations
Of the cold, calculating, crawling creature!
The word, truth or prevarication,lofty
Incandescent flash of lush, limpid light,
Kaleidoscopic, bewitching, enlightening,
Dazzles the mind and warms the heart
With the enthralling glimpse of Paradise lost!
Hail, the Sermon on the Mount!
Hail, the Ten Commandments!
But, floating on lips of eloquent monsters,
Fickle, protean, tower of Babel, it rises
On wings of hate, acrimony, resentment,
Injustice, painful uncertainties, war, death.
False prophets, cunning conspirators appear,
Waving the Apocalyptic glaive of the Millennium.
Malevolent, messianic manipulators of the mind,
Vicious, vitriolic, vehement vessels of vengeance,
Dance in the dark, dismal dungeon of moral decay,
Spiritual distress, dismay, depression and decadence!
In fine, the natural Word, majestic, divine,
Serene, eternal, sacred, one and indivisible,
From the sweet, silken sound of silence,
Soars, triumphant, joyous and meek,
Harbinger of peace, harmony, justice, liberty,
And true life to all who condescend to lend an ear!
Categories:
manipulators, celebration,
Form:
Verse
alone inside with me, less than inspirational
so look out for the more interesting folk
momentary excitement, the fiery motivational
beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke
daydream departure from mundane conversational
adventures cocooned in my warm cosy cloak
cool charismatic characters, charming skills to admire
the wily wheelers, the dubious dealers
the mighty movers, the shuffling shakers, to these I aspire
delvers of science, the body-mind healers
frisky purveyors of seduction spray fuel to the fire
risky game chancers, the common sense stealers
suspenders of disbelief, poetic weavers of word
jovial jugglers of juxtaposition
addicted acquisitors, spinners shifting the absurd
fabulous fakers, deceptive magician
image presenters, dark or backlit, focused or blurred
sculptors of form, instrumental musician
composers of melody, glorious singers of song
whatever the stage, great performers of art
athletic achievers stretching stubbornly strong
rhythmic dynamo dancers moving close or apart
food-feeding salivators, their tasty pleasures prolong
delightful set dishes or delicious a la carte
whether imbibed on its own or in good company enjoyed
the brewer, the vintner, the masters of malt
innovative designers, architects of structure and void
the philosopher's stone, comfort-zone assault
insightful free thinkers, long-held paradigms destroyed
tall storytelling teachers without fear of fault
mathematical manipulators of numbers and code
quantum diving or high-flying to the stars
engineering fabricators, tunnel, bridge, rail and road
crazy drivers and loop-turning avatars
tinkering technicians, ecologists with wisdom bestowed
planners of protest, the remover of scars
inspirational givers, those with just the skill of their bent
empathy crossing over to be by your side
the meek, the afflicted, those who can ill-afford the rent
the refugee fleer from our wars worldwide
safety seekers, brave rational people with lives to augment
as we build indifferent walls... hope denied!
Categories:
manipulators, character, inspirational, life, motivation,
Form:
Verse
I have seen
Insensitive men
That flourish
With power
Inside the office boardroom,
Manipulators.
Spilling blood
Of inspired culture
A place where
Slight of tongue
Turns the blade within the wound,
Hard men are cut down.
How is one
Suppose to respect
All this crap
When marooned
In the mist of tyranny?
And one-way highways.
Hone one’s mind
Within the wanton wit
Deliver
Pen and ink
The fatal blow of a rhyme,
Tag him in his prime.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
manipulators, power,
Form:
Shadorma
Part 1
1958 (Introduction to employment)
Often I drift back to the days, where it all began. To feel again
the sharp brisk morning air against my inferior nakedness,
whilst sprightly making my way down school lane, towards the local builder’s yard,
to earn my weekly pittance!
here where the first day ritual, of one’s treatment an introduction to.
“Left handed screw drivers, buckets of steam,
(and don’t forget the lid,)
sky hooks for the innovative amongst us;
and grease around the balls ‘had they been quick enough!’”
My last day of education, teacher said I was a hopeless case,
the picture they drew for me, was one of depression.
“Curriculum vitae” none existent buried deep within my soul.
“God! What I’d give to be a footballer.”
(“Newcastle United” Laid heavy on my mind.)
Yet! Who was there to help me? Why this constant inability to learn when
no one spent the time to coax, or simply understand, and encourage,
while indoctrination imprinted from many years past, handed down through
generation to generation, taught one that,
“Hard work never hurt anyone.”
(“It bloody killed my father!”)
Employment a new world, the master’s menu
now activated upon an innocent ego, waiting to be stirred, by the privileged.
To confuse the gullible “Master” moves in many devious ways, to coerce one to believe in
a system that spawns tyranny! “These Rams of society” Manipulators all, whose ecstasies
of sweet moments are drawn from the cries of menial men, those whom when on his morning tour of the works, doff their caps, as one would when Pharaoh entered the room, therefore destined to wander aimlessly, within each corporation statutory limits.
It was here an introduction to the red power, born from ideological ideals,
collective thoughts being their strength, leaving individuality as a nonentity, and a friendly threat that left me cold inside.
Yes! It is this system I grew to despise so much, yet kindled by England’s very own
“Twin seeds of learning.”
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
manipulators, day, life, morning, work,
Form:
Free verse
she leans in space
spins with grace
rotates, vibrates
regenerates
her only disgrace...
hosting the human race
call it abuse; our overuse
neglect with few regrets
past civilizations
cease to exist
do we believe
we're immune?
are we so arrogant
ignorant and blind
not to see reality?
generations give
generations take...
now we greedily consume
beyond what Earth
can tolerate
our convenient
extravagant lifestyles
exhaust the very one
who sustains us
remember...
it's not only about us
animals look on in disgust
should they be fortunate enough
to be alive
as our lush ecosystem
teeters off balance...
never the same
so, go ahead...
return your bottles and cans
recycle
process refuse
grow vegetables
hoard seeds
fall on your knees
weed global garden
be sure to look up
the stars are watching
toss your car and cell
tank up your fallout shelter
hide away...
think of self
that will help
vote or don't vote
gripe, grope and complain
become self sustained
innovation is a non-stop flight...
destination negation
good-bye vegetation
or...
have faith
in the human race
stop listening to
media manipulators
live each day
as best you can
Love
be free...
be thankful
for every sunrise...
live in the light
walk in the light
be a light
do right
for in our hearts
there's a will to live
the desire to give...
to respect
honor
save
our Earth
'heart'
holds the key
not just for survival
but for abundant
thriving life...
ever solving
and evolving
Categories:
manipulators, angst, environment, planet, world,
Form:
Free verse
in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the last conclusion is
that we are here to be punished
for being here
Marsupial searched his pachinko readout
acting on the assumption
that in at least one setting
he could juggle us a grand total
even if the light was sub visible
which you don't see every day
bottom line you're here growing scared
blame enough to go around
manipulators of fear with a plan
wreckers of civilizations
is there anything in us that is inviolate
he was a master of pedestrian insights
with a repertoire of a priorI assumptions
packaged for the pop psych tabloids
his mouth flapping like a puppet on a string
the official Government spokesman
for the natural state of man
comrades these are troubled times
but not like before
during the really troubled times
so relax it’s an alchemist's contraption
made from bed springs and spooge
proletarian gyro-chemistry in action
every atom wanting to go its own way
cause beyond knowledge or even sense
the problem with categories is that
some blank out and obliterate the others
the banana daiquiri
had apparently reached his thalamus
clean your spoon son
that's government chow
and so began the long loud logomania
you have before you now
my rabbI assures me this is therapeutic
inductive in deductive out
forehead wrinkles along for the ride
knowing what is out of place
dawn and the bust of Aristotle
juxtaposed upon a toilet seat
shoot me I said juxtaposed again
it's not the circus of consensus it used to be
last I checked slapstick is still dead
I'm pretty sure everything
can be described by numbers
there are enough of them for the job
wheel chairs killed the fashion show
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
manipulators, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...
To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...
To the liers I speak.
You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?
Categories:
manipulators, beautiful, courage, dark, dedication,
Form:
Verse
Underneath their charm lies a deceitful mask,
Meet the manipulators.
They are deceitful.
They mislead to control other’s circumstances.
Their tactics can create feelings of sympathy towards them;
As if they have an underlying pain.
Trust your deductions,
But never let your disgust lead you.
Never attack in front, never nag.
Call them a guilt monger;
Whether you speak up or not,
They can inflict your own made self-guilt.
They’re guilt trippers.
They are dirty fighters.
They never deal directly,
But act passively, aggressively.
They have subtle ways to cripple you.
They are players of a silent game.
They know how to test the waters.
They don’t take responsibility of their insolent behavior.
They are vulnerable as a rabid pit bull.
Avoid the confrontation!
Be calm, rational, and pleasant when facing them.
Ignore the emotional outbursts.
Never grimace or snap back.
Or else, you will be sorry. You will lose.
Categories:
manipulators, emotions, encouraging, evil, truth,
Form:
Free verse
October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.
October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.
October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.
October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive.
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber.
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'.
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.
October 1, 1960,
Though not your fault,
But the wailing infant's,
Who despised the breast milk,
When her teeth were milk still.
Regarding her request
She was given a meat,
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act.
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.
October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.
And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.
Yet, you can move on.
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants,
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers,
Western manipulators:
When a broom leaves his
Stead, any foe may get rid
Of him. But when he retain
His dignity among his folk.
Harm to him will be no harm.
October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow.
17:09:28:11:25
Categories:
manipulators, independence day, , western,
Form:
Haiku
Into the crowd of scrambling books upon the imagination bubbling thoughts
Ticket of talks tail the sound of burglar fist the bottom most mistake to
The military base.
I try to stand suddenly snow of imagination cover my entity the stone rolls
Under my feet see my enemy smile to fish scent the wife wiped off the tears
In the morning wet sand swallow my hope to tuck.
I never give such thought to tomato garden, crystal night morning pain I
Preferred to swallow the night like broken bottles where Pharaoh pays his
Nemesis. The smell of rainbow stitches on my nose needle prick.
The velocity of my mind and eyes travels billions of miles in seconds
searching for the truth. Milky boy incompatible with my poems the sound of
Hate can't take me away from winning the award to alumni shape shocked the
entire anti-social.
The night wattle cock crown brown ideas like iodine morning with sulfuric
Scent gas in the air answer to the telephony booth master group of
Manipulators sucking fake fable tricking to marmalade taste that drew
People’s interest by the side of couch coin stunted ideas.
Categories:
manipulators, heartbreak, horror, innocence,
Form:
Concrete