Best Suckered Poems
Faces of Terrifying Demons
Some look into the Demon dark
And are engulfed
Crushed and torn apart
These poor souls
Descend to the narcotic escapes
Or turn to face the world
In return
With violence, anger and hate
Or fall at last
In the suicidal ends of life
Some prefer never to look
At all
Into the blank black stare
Of their mirror
They remain willingly
Oblivious to the monsters
Of the past
They reflect dumb
Silent hearts
Shrouded in casual attachments
Some know the faces
Of the ugly experience
And embrace it
Suckered into the apparent meaning
Of living on the edge
Of self torture
Predisposed they become
To feeding the evil
Once done to them
Lost souls they become
And some
Walk with trembling fear
Walk right into the deeper
Black scared shadow
They search the creepy threat
Of their night
Though sickened by the sight
In the memories
Of what had been done
With faltering and unsure steps
They shiver
Barraged by a choking terror
Though cowering still
They search
Until they find the lonely battered child
And take its poor frail hand
And lead it back out
Into the light
Some have with such compassion
And with such unwavering fortitude
Found existent despite their weakness
They emerge
The braver and more courageous
With such a gentle strength
That holds them steady
As they step from the foul and pitch
Made stronger
By the darkness
And the faces of
Terrifying Demons
Categories:
suckered, life
Form:
Free verse
I saw a note pinned up today
that sheepdog trials are underway
I thought, at last, there's justice for the flock
I imagined my fine elocution
as witness for the prosecution
denouncing deeds by doggies in the dock.
Two-leggies might not have the smarts
to see through arcane canine arts
and arrogantly think they are in charge
They're suckered to the masterplan,
believe the wolves are tamed by man,
when really they are free to roam at large.
In court we sheep will have our day
and see the wolves all locked away,
and finally they'll throw away the key;
then celebrate in field and dale;
in years to come they'll tell the tale
of how the woolly ones became the free.
Categories:
suckered, fantasy, funny, hope, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I told her I would walk her dog,
She had been ill, was in a fog.
So off we went on our little jog
When Fido spied a pesky frog.
Off at a sprint, over a log,
And the two of us landed in a bog.
Clothing's wet, it's all a-sog
Because of this here blasted dog.
Neighbours eyes are all agog
As back up the street the two of us slog.
So the next time she offers a cup of grog
I'll not be suckered into walking the dog.
for Dane Ann Smith Johnsen's "good Deeds" contest
Categories:
suckered, adventure, animals
Form:
Monorhyme
The earth is round.
It is not flat on any given day of the year.
It is a very solid shaped sphere.
It is not going anywhere either.
Well, not at least for the next one thousand years.
The earth is a playground.
It is where the children of God were supposed to live and be free.
The plan was toppled suddenly when the snake took a bite out of Adam and Eve.
He lied. He whispered. He told them things that they were not ready to hear.
He caused the planet's resources to go up in smoke!
Think this is a joke?
The enemy lives inside a rotten apple core.
The core of the earth!
The earth is physically hollow but spiritually it is a solid hot mess.
An eternal resting place for the snake and his minions.
And that's not all either!
Anyone who is not willing to accept that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and died on the Cross at Calvary will end up there one day.
There is a very steep price to pay for those who reject the Creator and His Son.
The LORD is calling all of His children to come to an everlasting friendship with Him from the day they are born.
He is calling and tugging on their heart strings to get to know Him more!
If you refuse to accept Him and who He is to the rest of humanity then you had better learn more about what is located at the center of the earth.
Remember, it is rotten to the core.
It is supernaturally as hot as molten lava and the LORD wants all of us to repent of our sinful ways and get to know Him more.
Ask Jesus into your heart.
Ask Him to be the LORD of your life.
Ask Him to guide you day in and day out and help fill you with His Holy Spirit.
Allow Him to be the King of your life!
Tick, tock, tick tock,...
One day the earthly clock will stop.
It will burn with fire and the fallen ones will go to their forever resting place.
Do not be suckered into them dragging you to their special space.
Get down on your face and come before the Throne of Glory.
Do it today.
Gwendolen Song
5-13-17
Categories:
suckered, bible, earth, heart, space,
Form:
Free verse
I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner,
But verged on disowning my mum for labour,
Not married in history yet throbbing with spark,
Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark.
A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive,
The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff,
As steering the vile lark of determining troughs,
In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs.
Prolific at speeches, education never lacked,
Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked,
I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won,
Joules inside quenched the human sown son.
In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won,
Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum -
Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder,
No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter.
Mobile, but wherever I tread met haters and lovers,
Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers;
Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick,
Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick.
Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait -
Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait.
Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball,
‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall.
My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind,
Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind,
Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient,
No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent.
People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn,
Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn;
Yet state and common folks both, themselves,
Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves.
But those many who loved me would never forget,
Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set:
They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds,
It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds.
There was a court case and everything, a slot,
When they asked if I was a god, king, mad, a shot:
Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live,
Within them as their memory as the cultural give.
My existence is not a point - your location, for always:
It’s not belief in me that matters but it's your sways;
Your life is important and it's your existence that calls,
MLK, Lincoln, Walker ball for the sentient, rugged stalls.
Who am I?
Categories:
suckered, christian, death, emotions, history,
Form:
Quatrain
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
Categories:
suckered, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
On a dive to wreck of good ship "Soul"
I noticed a door locked tight.
Over I swam to peer inside a keyhole
Expecting it be blocked up tight.
In shock I pulled eye back in awe.
For I saw an eye in hole
Staring right back at me through door
Eye to eye, delving within, soul to soul.
I looked again; alien eye had move well away.
As I stared the eye returned
On head of blue-ringed octopus it lay.
A human eye on Cephalopod head adorned.
The shock recalled a memory long lost
Of a lover's deeply piercing eyes
Always there poised to engage, accost
With suckered arms through keyhole poised for pries.
Categories:
suckered, adventure, symbolism,
Form:
Ballad
A CASHLESS SOCIETY, MEANS TOTAL CONTROL.
IT'S ALL GOING DOWN, MOST DON'T EVEN KNOW.
IT'S ALL A TRAP, THAT IS COMING ABOUT.
ONCE SUCKERED IN, THERE'S NO WAY TO GET OUT.
TRACKING YOUR SPENDING, WHERE EVER YOU VISIT.
WHO NEEDS TO KNOW AND I ASK YOU WHY IS IT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, RIGHT THERE IN YOUR HAND.
GATHERING INTEL, AND AWAITING COMMAND.
ELITES WANT CONTROL, THEY WILL DO WHAT THEY MUST.
BUY UP SILVER AND GOLD, WE CAN WATCH THEM GO BUST.
A FORM OF MONEY, FIVE THOUSAND YEARS OLD.
GOLD IS A RELIC, WE ARE FORCED TO BE TOLD.
IF YOU DON'T HAVE POSSESSION, YOU DON'T HAVE CONTROL
JUST ONE MORE REASON, WHY YOU WANT TO OWN GOLD.
THERE'S A GOLDEN RULE, MAYBE YOU HEARD.
HE WITH THE GOLD, HAS THE LAST WORD.
Categories:
suckered, betrayal, corruption, horror, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Could be you got
So much attention
Cause you proved
Someone wrong
Walk me through
Your studied result,
It's big picture,
It's randomized study.
It has suckered us
Into this hour's
Outrage-o-meter
With no positive in sight.
Only a dark night
Never ending
Grabbing at ammunition
For death ahead.
The trial unfolding
Before you.
Could be I got
Too much attention
And you figured
Me out.
Take back your inquiry
Add to it hindsight
Rewind on a meridian
Apply your mind to it.
Embrace the equation
The excellent math
Not the easy meth
We're too good for this.
I'm unconvinced.
No more reviews
Or bad grammar,
Past tense positives.
Could be we both
Got it wrong
.
At no time sincere.
Sun has risen
Reason into it
Where you're headed.
Spot storms
In the late
Summer of our lives
Plan a vacation.
A visit to Ancientness
Sunshine to rain
Dark guidance
From a mondegreen.
The suited result calculated
Understood, copied and posted.
Categories:
suckered, 12th grade, community, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Life is a tightrope act
And we were suckered
Into using unicycles
No training
No balance
Can't ride
Can't walk
No balance
Will certainly fall
The crowd cheers,
Or maybe jeers?
They can't catch you
Clowns point and wave
All a joke
They'll not even try to save
So very glad the Ringmaster
Foresaw this deadly disaster
I'm not the least afraid,
(It's really His display)
And I can even sing,
For God gave me wings
Categories:
suckered, bible,
Form:
Free verse
Kings of Leon- Pyro
Can be sung to the music almost exactly. I wrote this after playing(for the first time) a card game of hearts and the girl had all the hearts in her hand and was shooting for the moon(to take it all). Its also about getting involved in a relationship where YOU KNOW you will be used but, out of your control, and knowingly, you fall in love with her like every other suckered man.
She's got everybody's heart in her hand
It's just the game she plays
it's just like she'd plan
She takes the best of a man
and then leaves him damned
she's got everybody'sheart in her hand
And I.....'m a dead man walking
And my...... body is my coffin
She's shooting for the moon
It will all be over soon
Put it down, turn it over
she's the controller of you
And all is done in one
afternoon
I cant stop her
I'm amazed to watch her
shooting for the moon
And I...'m a dead man walking
And my.... body is my coffin
And if I......am good and free to go-
Then why... does it feel like death row
What went wrong
Can you tell me
What went wrong
Can you tell me
x4
And I...'m a dead man walking
And my... body is my coffin
If I....am good and free to go-
Then why... does it feel like death row
Categories:
suckered, love,
Form:
Lyric
I saw this movie about a woman who was beautiful
and when she entered the casino floor her blonde hair said,
”Hi! “… and the high rollers, the janitor and the fat greeter,
felt more relaxed, more secure, she could do that…with that
special thing she had,
and she always came in at the same time, when the floor was getting busy
and the roulette wheels were white hot with hope and charisma,
and they loved her, saying she brought good luck and fortune,
and the shmucks, with silver dollar ties and western hats,
bet their boots away for a smile and look at her bouncing rack…
see…she wasn’t plain, no, no, not at all… she’d had three kids and was
still every fat girl’s nightmare…a gazelle, with long slender legs and
an hour-glass waist…her job was to work the room and push on
losers to lose and winners to book a room…and they knew it…and
they were suckered by her Learjet eyes and they didn’t care,
and she smelt good, very good, of oranges, pine and sweet hibiscus
which drifted across the room … but you couldn’t touch her .. .no you
wouldn’t want to do that…you could look until your eyes became
poker chips, and everybody knew and they made their bets and they
looked and drooled and betted and drank and smoked and won and lost,
but they never touched…no, no…they never did that.
Categories:
suckered, desire, lust, money, ,
Form:
Free verse
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
Categories:
suckered, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I found you gal
And felt so grand.
I placed a bet
And played my hand.
But I was suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
I still remember,
Way back when,
You upped the ante
Once again.
The stakes were higher
Than I knew.
I lost my soul
When I won you.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
You had me fooled
For a few years,
Then I woke up
And drowned in beers.
Now clean and sober
I can leave,
And I won’t even
Stop to grieve.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff;
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
Categories:
suckered, break up, feelings, goodbye,
Form:
Lyric
greed in your teeth the flick of a cigarette
getting everything you want at the supermarket store
she's on time again and then we pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss when there's a dozen of pots in our sink
Trump takes a dump on society yet we hide from thee
thought you like to know down by the river side we run away and hide
apples and oranges
the refrigerator is stocked up
had too much to drink
sitting in the club listening to fools breaking all the rules
your the tool of the government and industry to
I open the door to an empty room that I forgot to go
blood soaked zombies with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off the side
we hit the needle and the damage is done
falling head long in a pool of mire filled with disgust and mire
such as a funeral parlor taking a gun for hire
quench our thirst for a little more I'll retire when i'm sixty four
corporate greed with hookers on the mile high air
no one seems to care nor shed a single tear
we all bought into the lie that says, "I am what I do".
having bitten off far more then we could ever chew
society is blinded by a source unseen nothing clean in its twisted evil scheme
yet still dig deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door
not since the seventies with Studio 64 have we ever seen a scene toward a new swing
falling head long into a break wall to a know it all president who is suckered into residence
these are desolate times yet we have settled for ill but faded rhymes
no one opens the door for their neighbor they expect preferential treatment
businessman drink my wine come and smoke my herb
but we can hold them on the line the place is out of this world
they will steal from your neighbor to please theor fat cat with blue hats
working today can give anyone an instant heart attack
Categories:
suckered, anxiety, art, baseball,
Form:
Free verse