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 deepest desire
I took what I wanted and left you only to wonder and admire
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I returned again to the scene of the crime
To rob your innocence and leave you sublime
You woke up naked without your virtuous ring
But you didn’t report to the authority that you lost a thing
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
I swindled your essence and then let you go
I capered a kiss and left your senses hollow
I cheated your life and left you feeling poor
I ripped off your world and left you always wanting more
I had my eye on the prize right from the start
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You kept your valuables close and thought your were smart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
You hid your love well in case you had to depart
I’m a stealer of your emotions and a thief of your heart
Categories:
swindled, love, emotions, love,
Form:
Rhyme
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 to walk away
Just has open breast where heart is playing
A divine ancient game
White rose water on the field
Fertile land in contented embracing
Watering, planting; Watering, planting
No fertilizer comes to interfere
No locust comes to deter far
Yet, swindled all in the imperishable air
Luster of eyes in diminution fair,
In blind, deaf and dumb gyre
No more this time-
Within the blink of eye
Sleeping is wrecked into smile
World finds the sweet child
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
31/10/2022
Categories:
swindled, life,
Form:
Free verse
Antisemitism is back in vogue
thanks to a world gone rogue
Some say it’s a fairly recent disease
spare me the laughter please
It’s been around ever since Patriarchal Days
infecting all of history, an age-old malaise …
Why did Jacob flee Esau, journeying to Haran
Esau would have murdered Jacob, had he not gone
And who did Jacob encounter at journey’s end
none other than Laban, at first a ‘good friend’
Laban invited Jacob to stay for free for thirty days
though he eventually swindled his nephew in so many ways
Lied to him again and again, switching his bride on his wedding night
endlessly changing his wages and working conditions – slight after slight
Finally told his nephew: Your wives are mine, as are your sheep
expecting Jacob would bend to slavery without so much as a peep
But to Laban, Jacob never once did bow… instead he fled
then challenged Esau’s 400 men, backing them down…
Murderous Esau, freedom-denying Laban, cooked up twin recipes
for legions of antisemites down through the ages, into our century
Categories:
swindled, bible, hate, history, integrity,
Form:
Couplet
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 dudes throughout the west endin' up in Colorado,
Where he earned the sobriquet 'Soapy' and where he found his El Dorado!
He'd set up a soap display on a Denver street and invite folks to gather 'round.
His spiel began: "Buy a bar for a dollar and inside money may be found!"
The rush was on and suckers fought to buy bars of soap, gamblin' on a win!
Cops were even called to the scene to maintain order and to quell the din!
Folks tore at wrappers and one feller hollered, "I got a hundred dollar bill!"
Little did the unsuspectin' boobs know that it was 'Soapy's' planted shill!
Dupes lost their dough and with a five-cent bar of soap they were stuck,
He pulled the scam time and again and that's how "Soapy's' name was struck!
'Soapy' pulled up stakes in Denver and migrated to other towns out west.
He was successful with the soap scam and was adept at hidin' aces in his vest!
He made his way to Creede where he established the Orleans Gamblers Saloon.
There, 'Soapy' was involved in nefarious affairs and left town none too soon!
The gold rush was on in the Yukon and he pined to go there ere it was too late.
He arrived in Skagway and later on in Juneau where he was to meet his fate.
'Soapy' met his end in a gunfight and his final words were, "My God, don't shoot!"
Thus ends the ballad of 'Soapy' Smith, that swindlin', cheatin', rotten galoot!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
swindled, cowboy-western, funny
Form:
Rhyme
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 our swines.
Does one vote for their country?
Or just seek our own gain
Chasing lollies quite bluntly
Causing decades of drain.
You know no sweeties from strangers
Could ever end well
But in spite of the dangers
You’re tempted to kiss and not tell.
You’ve tried to do study
Policies, farming, and crime
Snatched beliefs from some buddies
Hell research on Facebook saves time.
Days to polling have dwindled
There’s claims of rich serving up poo
Yet when the economy’s swindled
Shucks, we’d work for a tranny named Sue.
Oh how the experts do surface
Daily their ranks seem to swell
Poems and posing’s are posted
It’s social media hell.
There’s calls for compassion
Never an end to the queue
Yet when they dole out the rations
It’s from my plate to you.
So we each vote for our promise
Mine? Well it really means well
To be frank and quite honest
I hope the reds go to hell.
Categories:
swindled, allusion, betrayal, community, political,
Form:
Quatrain
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 was completely beguiled by his lies.
He bought her white roses that she watered
With her tears and chocolate dark like his soul.
He spiced his lies with compliments and promises
And she was completely beguiled by his lies.
Like a sponge he sucked her resources and lied.
When heavy with her giving heart he gave
His time to Evie then Everly and finally to
Every woman or girl who glittered like gold.
He matured and widened his audience to include
Even his friends. He borrowed, stole, swindled
Gambled, smiled and lied, lied and smiled
Until his conscience died and he wreaked havoc
On the lives of those who loved him most.
Now he's just a rat who slinks into his hole, scorned,
shunned that’s his due, and finally I want him to
know, I’ve put his portrait on Poetry Soup and all
will remember him as the-serpent-turned-rat
who drowned in his bowl of soup.
Categories:
swindled, funny, people,
Form:
Free verse
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 my mother
to the communal account,
close to a bank.
I know that since its existence
Istanbul has changed others.
Some who have gone there wearing worn down shoes
have returned in high heels.
You continue to brush its streets with your skirt.
Mirrors do not show what really happens.
Ah, yes, you forget so quickly
the dusty streets of the sub-prefecture
of your childhood.
This ruse is your currency of the moment.
I know you.
You have swindled your brothers and sisters
with many recoveries.
My daughter, is there nobody to take you by the hair
and demand that you seek out America or Europe?
You have invented a lie to fill your pockets with money.
What species of humanity are you?
Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us.
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Paris, le 09.10.2004
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 25.10.2004
(Note: Soul to Soul presents this fine poem and others
in the spirit of communicating freely to increase understanding,
not to cater to any agenda or offend any nationality.)
Categories:
swindled, people, social,
Form:
Haiku
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 to make it stop…
A day like today, this day, like any other day here.
He can see the light signaling in the night sky,
but there is no hero today…
He is bound, hopelessly tethered and tortured as he toils.
Forced to endure the monotone blaring of droning background noise, the tirade of a slow-witted superior and an even slower exchange server.
That can’t be right…..the server is slower???
He pushes the keys, desperate to make it stop...
“Chief, you’re kinda quiet…” he deserves a day.
A day here like today, much like any other day.
Time, ever the rascal, plays carelessly here like a fickle child.
The weeks, fluid, turn quickly like post-dated milk.
But He in heaven please help, the days here, they amble on -but this day is so long.
His cup was only partially filled and no oil anointed his head today.
He sits idle, now at odds with the keys whose motion only brings the need to molest them further.
Though time, now playing disciplinarian, ensures dereliction has its own price to pay.
Falling helplessly throughout this day, while hanging on for dear life, only his shift counterpart allows a break in his fall and his grip released.
He now moves toward his room, hoping for a dark, animated and deafening solitude to engage him.
Though the night with ever subtle bedlam, dim with color, presently greets him as he walks.
And that bright light, definitive and calling in the sky? The signal…yeah he sees it, but the hero still has not found himself…
He goes to the room instead, where he hopes not to feel swindled again…
Written in Afghanistan -25 AUG 2013
Categories:
swindled, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
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 from heartaches,
did this for love sake.
You pricked me twice,
played me like a dice.
Cheated on me,
made my love obscene.
You swindled, you betrayed,
you hit me like a grenade.
you make up and you lie,
you made my heart cry.
What have you done: Betrayal.
Am out! Am gone for good,
heartbreak singing in the wood.
since my love is now hate,
and your ways, never straight.
I'll love again,
no matter how long it takes the train.
Love will soon come knocking,
but if its you, the door i'll keep locking.
Coming back to me, don't dream,
heartbreak with passion now streams.
Your failure is my lesson,
your betray was the reason.
Curtain Falls...
Ezyfabanatu. All Rights Reserved © 17th April, 2014
Categories:
swindled, addiction, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form:
Abecedarian
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 trees...
she loved to read curled up in a beach chair, it felt so cool.
Florida was a paradise compared to Long Island,
there she saw raccoons much bigger than cats;
there she rested easy without any outside threats,
and being too relaxed, her ears were deaf to sound.
Lynn loved to read good novels, not thrillers that intrigued;
from a stack of books she pulled out her favorite classic,
and being romantic at heart, a lover of romance in a modern age,
she turned pages, a reader seeming more intrinsic than
Scarlet wearing those southern belle gowns that her admirer
loved to see when her beautiful face turned radiant and warm.
A noise startled her, and thinking of cats, she didn't bother to look;
it become a groan, a scratching noise, it sounded like a hungry squirrel,
she ran into the kitchen and jumped on a high chair holding her book...
" What could that thing be? It emitted groans and had a very bad smell! "
Lynn panicked, she left her cell phone on the folding chair outside,
and fearing a rabies bite, she remained in a curved-up position
with her body drooping, she looked down to see the intruder;
soon her fear would become too horrific: the slowest moving raccoon
entered through the sliding door she forgot to close minutes before.
The ugly creature looked up and seeing nothing move, swindled
on his shorts legs and climbed up the table to gorge on red apples.
An hour went by, but the raccoon was still starving, terrified Lynn
wanted to scream and jump off hitting the raccoon in the head
with the book she was holding...it could have been a weapon;
that was a dangerous thing to do, never attack an animal:
be it a dog, a wild pig, a raccoon, or a hawk looking for food.....
her mom told her when she played in the backyard back in Melville.
She heeded the warning and waited until the raccoon left;
Lynn's horrible experience taught her to stay very calm above ground,
waiting patiently and not giving into fear, it took a great deal of courage.
Categories:
swindled, animal, books, fear, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
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 into focus
Semblance to rain faberge for owners of circus
Stolid apparell for hauling load, a sanctioned acrostic of strength
Entered by destiny but no exit even if they desire from this labyrinth
Justice a joke in fractal trigonometry
Law a limbered warble for rich but austere for those in poverty
Dusk time in regailing assortment of means to satiate hunger pangs
Overlooking the shoulders, for the voted cult may suck scraps over tax returns
Samiha's serpentine gaze keeps vigil for mendacious ritual by rich perennially every May
Sustainance on others ration will ensnare them in a time warp of condemn and ruin someday
Categories:
swindled, anger, deep, poverty, power,
Form:
Rhyme
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 hero, but George had done his bit
His legs had both been broken when a piece of shrapnel hit
George with his new ungainly gait really didn’t care
He had served his King and Country and was proud that he’d been there
Once the war was over and he got a steady job
George worked hard and did overtime to earn an extra bob
He was careful with his money but you couldn’t call him mean
He had known the pangs of hunger as a child when times were lean
He never wasted money in the bookies or on ale
He wanted some security in case his health should fail
Came the National Insurance Scheme in 1948
George gave the scheme his full support thinking it was great
If we all join in together and we pay our weekly dues
We should all get good pensions that can only be good news
What with all our contributions and the taxes that we pay
Well never in the future should we see a rainy day
No humiliating means tests, no more workhouse for the poor
The old can hold their heads up like they never could before
Now George is getting frail and weak and needs a little care
The pension that George thought he’d get simply isn’t there
The savings that old George accrued long ago had dwindled
The Council now want George’s house, no wonder George feels swindled
Every evening in the news on all the TV stations
The Government hand out our cash to lots of foreign nations
What’s more it is a well known fact that cannot be disputed
Folk come here and claim benefits who’ve never contributed
Our leaders throw our cash around with philanthropic zeal
Massaging their ego’s, Not caring how we feel
To men like George an honest man the real reward is owed
We should be taking care of him, not stealing his abode
Categories:
swindled, politicalold, money, old,
Form:
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 lips for better bet.
For haven't all who wandered near,
And wondered here - despite the years -
And fought the tears beyond,
With a missive and a word
Had what they held most dear?
In silent awe, such scents deceive.
What raucous sights by touch alone
Have swindled love to show itself,
And tasted victory from the cups
of which the gods themselves did drink?
Hello, perfect daughter of the day.
Your sunshine rays did fall upon me,
And my greatest fear, most horrible
That all this - Remain to see - at but
A pass of your hand, might come from your lips.
And may I, can I, trust what I don't see?
A worthy way to wither to the years,
For - Whether love may shine upon me -
I still hold no bearing; I still am None.
This is yet another passing moment.
Categories:
swindled, imagination, love, may,
Form:
Free verse
Here in Bolehland, one video clip is making its viral round...
A staged episode of how talking to strangers can be far from sound...
The power of black magic via touch or suggestion...
Must be serious enough to warrant this video clip production...
Every so often you hear of people being swindled. ..
From old pensioners soon relieved of their life savings...
To everyday housewives losing hundreds of thousands...
And lovelorn ladies giving up more than just their thousands...
I'm sure we each have many a story of such subtle crimes...
Every once a while someone emerges as a victim of these crimes ..
It's so tragic the consequences for some hapless victims...
A naive young country girl in China ended her life after being a victim....
To end her shame and self disgust instead of getting on with her life...
This kind of crimes has no limits and spare no victims each time...
Leaving the targeted victim bare of all cash and cleaned right to the bones.
This video clip is timely warning indeed that we should all well heed...
Being thus forewarned is to be forearmed that we will not be victims...
Make no mistakes, it is some unlucky few who are targeted as victims...
Prevention is better than cure, that's one healthy philosophy to take...
We have got to take precautions, just so that we are not up to their grade..
Being alert, we'll do well just to safeguard our hoards of hard earned wealth...
All such sorry stories we have heard and are definitely going to hear..
Serves ample warnings that we should always be alert and beware...
Prevention is better than cure, why be caught unawares...?
Categories:
swindled, community, education, future, people,
Form:
Free verse
No’s
Talking to themselves in the third person
Detached, separate,
ominous—a stilted nuance that does want to know
Abrupt attention spans lashing out as the deadends foreclose
Cutting back on all the backslapping
Having wanted to believe all the
smooth lies and all that crap brings
Devolver minds snapping
Struggling to get out from under makes denial clear
That hate will only listen to fear
Ground-zero panderers jacked up on anger and lack of reason
Birthers,
churchers,
hardrighters, flinching through all the circumspect treasons
The angryanxiety fringe
A binge of onthemake bumper-sticker values gone rouge
Corrosive
these druthers and their blackface esthetic:
the avarice acumen pathetic
Offish flaws as validation, rage as wisdom
What the No generation has become
A reality TV worldview that sees itself through its swindled delusions
Overmedicated, undereducated—the slander ethic
70%-off prosperity
Nightmare personalities who just don’t get it
Alibiing
the next impulse—gimme now
Rationalizing the next urge—gimme now
Surging the absurd—gimme now
Going for another denial do or die—gimme now
Categories:
swindled, political, urban
Form:
Free verse