Best Swindled Poems

I did my research on the victim at hand
I broke into your dreams and everything was at my command
I defrauded your thoughts and deprived your...

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The eyes of mild dawn on the body of sky
No nose to smell
No ear to hear
No tongue to speak and taste
No hand to touch
No leg...

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Jefferson Randolph 'Soapy' Smith was the wiliest scoundrel in the west!
He was invited to leave numerous towns since he wasn't a welcome guest!
He swindled gullible...

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The lines have been drawn 
The battle commenced
Each voter a pawn
Each party seems tensed.

They’ve argued the topics
All blurred the same lines
We muse on our prophets
Determine...

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What species of humanity are you?
Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us. 
According to hearsay
you were willing to lay your hands
on small items
deposited by...

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"Breath, in Blue"



Bluebottles broken scattered
shattered legions on the beach of my heart
my blue planet lungs rattle
my breath...

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The serpent closed in on Eve at twilight
 A nebulous shape in the half light, fangs
 Hidden beneath his hood and she, her vision
 Blurred...

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Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil,
soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil.
Pus green rupturing,...

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He slept, but he feels swindled.
The only evidence of his sleep were the scant memories of his dreams.
Find himself today -not likely.
He pushes the keys...

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So infantile you used to be,
so ample i loved thee.
upon request i granted,
at unorthodox times i created.

With pocket-sized in possession,
i snuffed out all oppression.
Freed you...

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Lynn was swimming alone that morning in the warm pool,
the August sun sizzled on the ceramic tiles;
what a relief was the breeze from the palm...

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You got me in rifting feel twists
of bits not yet on my heart’s list.
You got me with your careless ways
that my ways had not come...

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George is in his eighties and he’s seen it all before
He was born in the depression and was wounded in the war
He hadn’t been a...

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Blue collared of the swindled lot, cannot resent just brace
Credibility so easily slapped for rough hide when pieces put into place

Daybreak compels list of chores...

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Faint glimmers - The most radiant, - of hope
Have transcended such a lackluster horizon,
And words of wonder have yet,
But yet again and with assent,
Escaped my...

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